THE ISLET. HITHER, O whither, love, shall we go, "WH For a score of sweet little summers or so," The sweet little wife of the singer said, On the day that follow'd the day she was wed, In a shallop of crystal ivory-beak'd, With a satin sail of a ruby glow, To a sweet little Eden on earth that I know, Mixt with myrtle and clad with vine, With many a rivulet high against the Sun "Thither, O thither, love, let us go." "No, no, no! For in all that exquisite isle, my dear, THE RINGLET. There is but one bird with a musical throat, "Mock me not! mock me not! love, let us go." For the bud ever breaks into bloom on the tree, THE RINGLET. "YOUR ringlets, your ringlets, If That look so golden-gay, you will give me one, but one, To kiss it night and day, Then never chilling touch of Time Will turn it silver-gray; And then shall I know it is all true gold To flame and sparkle and stream as of old, "Then take it, love, and put it by; This cannot change, nor yet can I." 73 2. My ringlet, my ringlet, That art so golden-gay, Now never chilling touch of Time Can turn thee silver-gray; And a lad may wink, and a girl may hint, For my doubts and fears were all amiss, II. O Ringlet, O Ringlet, I kiss'd you night and day, And Ringlet, O Ringlet, You still are golden-gay, But Ringlet, O Ringlet, You should be silver-gray: For what is this which now I'm told, I that took you for true gold, She that gave you's bought and sold, Sold, sold. 2. O Ringlet, O Ringlet, She blush'd a rosy red, When Ringlet, O Ringlet, She clipt you from her head, And Ringlet, O Ringlet, THE BROOK. She gave you me, and said, O fie, you golden nothing, fie 3. O Ringlet, O Ringlet, I count you much to blame, For Ringlet, O Ringlet, You put me much to shame, I doom you to the flame. 75 I THE BROOK. COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, |