DREAM-LAND. WHE HERE sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmèd sleep : Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are She left the rosy morn, For twilight cold and lorn Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. She cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain; Upon her hand. Rest, rest, forevermore Upon a mossy shore ; Rest, rest at the heart's core Sleep that no pain shall wake, Night that no morn shall break, Her perfect peace. WH AT HOME. WHEN I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the much-frequented house I passed the door, and saw my friends Feasting beneath green orange-boughs; From hand to hand they pushed the wine, They sucked the pulp of plum and peach; They sang, they jested, and they laughed, For each was loved of each. I listened to their honest chat : Said one: 66 To-morrow we shall be Plod plod along the featureless sands, And coasting miles and miles of sea." Said one: "Before the turn of tide We will achieve the eyrie-seat." "To-morrow shall be like Said one: To-day, but much more sweet." "To-morrow," said they, strong with hope, I shivered comfortless, but cast To stay, and yet to part how loth: G FROM SUNSET TO STAR RISE. O from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the fold, A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot. Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot, Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold; Lest you with me should shiver on the wold, Athirst and hungering on a barren spot. For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge, I live alone, I look to die alone: Yet sometimes when a wind sighs through the sedge, My heart goes sighing after swallows flown I LOVE FROM THE NORTH. HAD a love in soft south land, Beloved through April far in May; He waited on my lightest breath, He saddened if my cheer was sad, But gay he grew if I was gay; We never differed on a hair, My yes his yes, my nay his nay. The wedding hour was come, the aisles Were flushed with sun and flowers that day; I pacing balanced in my thoughts, — My bridegroom answered in his turn, Bridemaids and bridegroom shrank in fear, But I stood high who stood at bay: "And if I answer yea, fair Sir, What man art thou to bar with nay?" He was a strong man from the north, Light-locked, with eyes of dangerous gray: "Put yea by for another time In which I will not say thee nay." He took me in his strong white arms, He made me fast with book and bell, Till now I've neither heart nor power |