28 There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To dwell a weeping hermit there! Collins, 1746. WHERE shall the lover rest Whom the fates sever From his true maiden's breast, Parted for ever? Where through groves deep and high Sounds the far billow, Where early violets die Under the willow : Eleu loro! Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer day, Scarce are boughs waving ; Never, O never! Eleu loro! Never, O never ! Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? 29 30 In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, There shall he be lying. Her wing shall the eagle flap His warm blood the wolf shall lap, By his grave ever ; Eleu loro! Never, O never! Ariel Sings FULL fathom five thy father lies: eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, Scott. Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell. Requiem Shakespeare. UNDER the wide and starry sky Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. burden] refrain heard sung by the sea-nymphs.' ЗІ 32 This be the verse you grave for me: Song Stevenson, 1884. STAY, stay at home, my heart, and rest; For those that wander they know not where To stay at home is best. Weary and homesick and distress'd, And are baffled and beaten and blown about Then stay at home, my heart, and rest ; O'er all that flutter their wings and fly To stay at home is best. Lucy Ashton's Song Longfellow. Look not thou on beauty's charming ; Scott. 33 Nurse's Song WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green, And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.' 'No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all cover'd with sheep.' 'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, The little ones leapèd and shouted and laugh'd THE sun descending in the west, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower, In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy groves, Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves took] common in dialect and vulgar speech for taken. Blake Unseen they pour blessing, They look in every thoughtless nest, Where birds are cover'd warm ; They visit caves of every beast, To keep them all from harm. That should have been sleeping, Blake. 35 Gradle Song SWEET and low, sweet and low, Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Tennyson. |