Reflections She laughed. What good to make ado? And took her homeward path anon. Reflected when the maid was gone. With happy youth, and work content, The maiden with the milking-pail. 1109 II For hearts where wakened love doth lurk, For work does good when reasons fail,- Her name is Mary Martindale. I'm glad that echo was not heard Knows doubtless what his own notes tell; And I know not,-but I can say I felt as shamefaced all that day As if folks heard her name right well. And when the west began to glow And leaned upon the window-sill. The garden border where I stood I smelt the pinks,—I could not see. And what is left that I should tell? The rosebud lips did long decline; One little instant they were mine! O life! how dear thou hast become! Jean Ingelow [1820-1897] "ONE MORNING, OH! SO EARLY" ONE morning, oh! so early, my beloved, my beloved, All the birds were singing blithely, as if never they would cease; 'Twas a thrush sang in my garden, "Hear the story, hear the story!" And the lark sang, "Give us glory!" And the dove said, "Give us peace!" Then I hearkened, oh! so carly, my beloved, my beloved, To that murmur from the woodland of the dove, my dear, the dove; When the nightingale came after, "Give us fame to sweeten duty!" When the wren sang, "Give us beauty!" She made answer, "Give us love!" Sweet is spring, and sweet the morning, my beloved, my beloved; Now for us doth spring, doth morning, wait upon the year's increase, May Margaret IIII And my prayer goes up, "Oh, give us, crowned in youth with marriage glory, Give for all our life's dear story, Give us love, and give us peace!" Jean Ingelow [1820-1897] A BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Christina Georgina Rossetti [1830-1894] MAY MARGARET IF you be that May Margaret That lived on Kendal Green, Then where's that sunny hair of yours That sunny hair is dim, lad, They said was like a crown- If you be yet May Margaret, May Margaret now as then, Then where's that bonny smile of yours The bonny smile is wan, lad, If you be that May Margaret, Then where's that proud, cold heart of yours The proud, cold heart has bled Then Margaret, my Margaret, Your hair is yet the sunniest gold, For all the coming years— The fairer for the waiting, The dearer for the tears! Théophile Marzials [1850 RONDEL KISSING her hair, I sat against her feet, Wove and unwove it, wound and found it sweet; Made fast therewith her hands, drew down her eyes, Deep as deep flowers and dreamy like dim skies; With her own tresses bound and found her fair, Kissing her hair. Sleep were no sweeter than her face to me, Algernon Charles Swinburne [1837-1909] The Brookside 1113 "I LOVE MY LOVE" WHAT is the meaning of the song What says thy song, thou joyous thrush, "I love my Love, because I know What is the meaning of thy thought, There is such glory on thy face- O happy words! at Beauty's feet And Care comes on with Time, "I love my Love, because I know, Charles Mackay [1814-1889] THE BROOKSIDE I WANDERED by the brookside, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still; There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird, But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. |