And after church, when mass is done, The people to the nave repair Round the tomb to stray; And marvel at the forms of stone, And praise the chisell'd broideries rareThen they drop away. The princely pair are left alone In the Church of Brou. THE CHURCH OF BROU. III. The Tomb. So rest, for ever rest, O princely pair, In your high Church, 'mid the still mountain air, Where horn, and hound, and vassals, never come! Only the blessed Saints are smiling dumb From the rich painted windows of the nave So sleep, for ever sleep, O marble pair! Or, if ye wake, let it be then, when fair On the carved western front a flood of light Streams from the setting sun, and colours bright And amethyst, and ruby-then unclose The moon through the clere-story windows shines, Hush-ye will say it is eternity! This is the glimmering verge of Heaven, and these And in the sweeping of the wind your ear And on the lichen-crusted leads above The rustle of the eternal rain of love. THE NECKAN. N summer, on the headlands, IN The Baltic Sea along, Sits Neckan with his harp of gold, Green rolls, beneath the headlands, And there, below the Neckan's feet, His wife and children be. He sings not of the ocean, Its shells and roses pale. Of earth, of earth the Neckan sings; He hath no other tale. He sits upon the headlands, And sings a mournful stave Of all he saw and felt on earth, |