Long prayers,' I said, 'in the world they say. Come,' I said, and we rose through the surf in the bay. We went up the beach, by the sandy down Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white-walled town. Through the narrow paved streets, where all was still, To the little grey church on the windy hill. From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers, But we stood without in the cold blowing airs. We climbed on the graves, on the stones, worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes. She sate by the pillar; we saw For the humming street, and the child with its toy. For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well. For the wheel where I spun, She steals to the window, and looks at the sand; And over the sand at the sea; For the cold strange eyes of a little And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away, children. Come, children, come down. The hoarse wind blows colder; Lights shine in the town. She will start from her slumber But, children, at midnight, What triumph! hark—what pain! O Wanderer from a Grecian shore, Still, after many years, in distant lands, Still nourishing in thy bewildered brain That wild, unquenched, deep- Dost thou to-night behold 10. FROM M. ARNOLD. The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild? Dost thou again peruse Dost thou once more assay Poor Fugitive, the feathery change Once more, and once more seem to EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA ' LIKE us the lightning fires Love to have scope and play. The stream, like us, desires An unimpeded way. Like us, the Libyan wind delights to roam at large. Streams will not curb their The just man not to entomb, To leave his virtues room, Nor is the wind less rough that blows a good man's barge. Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away; Allows the proudly-riding and the foundering bark. Is it so small a thing To have enjoyed the sun, To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes; Est OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, All pains the immortal spirit must endure, 12. REQUIESCAT STREW on her roses, roses, Ah! would that I did too. But her heart was tired, tired, Her life was turning, turning, And now peace laps her round. It fluttered and failed for breath. 13. FROM THE SCHOLAR GIPSY' THOU waitest for the spark from heaven! and we, Who never deeply felt, nor clearly willed, Breeds new beginnings, disappointments new; And lose to-morrow the ground won to-day- Still nursing the unconquerable hope, With a free onward impulse brushing through, Emerge, and resting on the moonlit pales, But fly our paths, our feverish contact fly! Soon, soon thy cheer would die, Thy hopes grow timorous, and unfixed thy powers, Then fly our greetings, fly our speech and smiles! And saw the merry Grecian coaster come, And knew the intruders on his ancient home, The young light-hearted masters of the waves; O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale, To where the Atlantic raves Outside the western straits; and unbent sails There, where down cloudy cliffs, through sheets of foam, And on the beach undid his corded bales. 14. ON THE RHINE VAIN is the effort to forget. And were it snapt-thou lov'st me not! But is despair relief ? Awhile let me with thought have done; And as this brimmed unwrinkled Rhine M. ARNOLD. And that far purple mountain line So let me lie, and calm as they Eyes too expressive to be blue, Too lovely to be grey. Ah Quiet, all things feel thy balm! Those blue hills too, this river's flow, Were restless once, but long ago. Tamed is their turbulent youthful glow: Their joy is in their calm. |