Lest there be none left here to bring her back :

I leave this land for ever.'

Here he ceased.

Then taking his dear lady by one hand, And bearing on one arm the noble babe, He slowly brought them both to Lionel.

And there the widower husband and dead wife Rush'd each at each with a cry, that rather seem'd For some new death than for a life renew'd; Whereat the very babe began to wail;

At once they turn'd, and caught and brought him in
To their charm'd circle, and, half killing him
With kisses, round him closed and claspt again.
But Lionel, when at last he freed himself

From wife and child, and lifted up a face

All over glowing with the sun of life,

And love, and boundless thanks-the sight of this
So frighted our good friend, that turning to me
And saying, 'It is over: let us go '—

There were our horses ready at the doors—
We bad them no farewell, but mounting these
He past for ever from his native land;

And I with him, my Julian, back to mine.

BALLADS

AND OTHER POEMS

VOL. VII.

F

ΤΟ

ALFRED TENNYSON

MY GRANDSON.

GOLDEN-HAIR'D Ally whose name is one with mine,
Crazy with laughter and babble and earth's new wine,
Now that the flower of a year and a half is thine,
O little blossom,' O mine, and mine of mine,

Glorious poet who never hast written a line,

Laugh, for the name at the head of my verse is thine.

May'st thou never be wrong'd by the name that is mine!