677. FRANCIS MAHONY The Bells of Shandon And recollection, I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, Fling around my cradle The pleasant waters Of the River Lee. I've heard bells chiming Cathedral shrine, Brass tongues would vibrate- Spoke naught like thine; For memory, dwelling Its bold notes free, 1805-1866 Made the bells of Shandon I've heard bells tolling But thy sounds were sweeter Flings o'er the Tiber, Pealing solemnly— O, the bells of Shandon Of the River Lee. There's a bell in Moscow, While on tower and kiosk O! In Saint Sophia The Turkman gets, And loud in air Calls men to prayer From the tapering summits More dear to me, "Tis the bells of Shandon, Of the River Lee. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Rosalind's Scroll 1806-1861 678. I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, I come to thee, a solemn corpse Look on me with thine own calm look: No look of thine can change this smile, I tell thee that my poor scorn'd heart I have pray'd for thee with bursting sob I have pray'd for thee with silent lips 679. Go to! I pray for thee no more: I charge thee, by the living's prayer, To wring from out thy soul a cry Which God shall hear and bless! Lest Heaven's own palm droop in my hand, I The Deserted Garden MIND me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run The beds and walks were vanish'd quite; I call'd the place my wilderness, The sheep look'd in, the grass to espy, The trees were interwoven wild, Adventurous joy it was for me: Old garden rose-trees hedged it in, Long years ago, it might befall, Some Lady, stately overmuch, Here moving with a silken noise, Has blush'd beside them at the voice Or these, to make a diadem, She often may have pluck'd and twined; Half-smiling as it came to mind, That few would look at them. O, little thought that Lady proud, And silk was changed for shroud! |