No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruin'd cell, That ring the dead seaman's knell. When hearts have once mingled, The frailty of all things here, For your cradle, your home, and your bier? Its passions will rock thee, As the storms rock the ravens on high: From thy nest every rafter Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come. 616 I I can give not what men call love: The worship the heart lifts above The Question DREAM'D that, as I wander'd by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring; And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kiss'd it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream. There grew pied wind-flowers and violets; Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells, at whose birth Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cowbind and the moonlight-colour'd May, And cherry-blossoms, and white cups whose wine Was the bright dew yet drain'd not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine, With its dark buds and leaves wandering astray; And flowers, azure, black, and streak'd with gold, Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold. And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prank'd with white, And starry river-buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, I made a nosegay, bound in such a way AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon, And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven. Pause not the time is past! Every voice cries 'Away!' Tempt not with one last tear thy friend's ungentle mood: Thy lover's eye, so glazed and cold, dares not entreat thy stay: Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude. Away, away! to thy sad and silent home; Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth; Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come, The blooms of dewy Spring shall gleam beneath thy feet: But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead, Ere midnight's frown and morning's smile, ere thou and peace, may meet. The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose, For the weary winds are silent, or the moon is in the deep; Some respite to its turbulence unresting ocean knows; Whatever moves or toils or grieves hath its appointed sleep. Thou in the grave shalt rest :—yet, till the phantoms flee, Which that house and heath and garden made dear to thee erewhile, Thy remembrance and repentance and deep musings are not free From the music of two voices, and the light of one sweet smile. 618. Music, when Soft Voices die Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, 619. HEW AINSLIE Willie and Helen 1792-1878 'WHAREFORE sou'd ye talk o' love, Unless it be to pain us? Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love Whan ye say the sea maun twain us?' 'It's no because my love is light, 'O Willy, I can caird an' spin, I hae a' the pearls I'm heedin'. 'Will it be time to praise this cheek Whan years an' tears has blench'd it? Whan cauld an' care has quench'd it?' He's laid ae han' about her waist The ither's held to heaven; An' his luik was like the luik o' man 619. cleedin'] clothing. |