"Yet, mother Ida, harken ere I die. When I past by, a wild and wanton pard, “O mother, hear me yet before I die. Whose thick mysterious boughs in the dark morn Sweep through them; never see them overlaid With narrow moon-lit slips of silver cloud, Between the loud stream and the trembling stars. “O mother, hear me yet before I die. I wish that somewhere in the ruined folds, And cast the golden fruit upon the board, And bred this change; that I might speak my mind, And tell her to her face how much I hate “O mother, hear me yet before I die. Hath he not sworn his love a thousand times, In this green valley, under this green hill, Even on this hand, and sitting on this stone? Sealed it with kisses? watered it with tears? O happy tears, and how unlike to these! O happy Heaven, how canst thou see my face? O happy earth, how canst thou bear my weight? O death, death, death, thou ever-floating cloud, There are enough unhappy on this earth; Pass by the happy souls, that love to live: And shadow all my soul, that I may die. “O mother, hear me yet before I die. I will not die alone, for fiery thoughts Do shape themselves within me more and more, Whereof I catch the issue, as I hear Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills, My far-off doubtful purpose, as a mother Ere it is born: her child! a shudder comes "O mother, hear me yet before I die. Hear me, O earth. I will not die alone, Lest their shrill happy laughter come to me Walking the cold and starless road of Death. Uncomforted, leaving my ancient love With the Greek woman. I will rise and go Down into Troy, and ere the stars come forth THE SISTERS. I. We were two daughters of one race : The wind is blowing in turret and tree. O the Earl was fair to see! II. She died she went to burning flame: The wind is howling in turret and tree. Whole weeks and months, and early and late, To win his love I lay in wait. O the Earl was fair to see! |