And in this way she fares, till at last In quietness she lays her down; Sinks, when the summer breeze hath died, Against an anchored vessel's side! Even so, without distress, doth she Lie down in peace, and lovingly. The day is placid in its going, It is the last, the parting song; And from the temple forth they throng— And quickly spread themselves abroadWhile each pursues his several road. But some-a variegated band Of middle-aged, and old, and young, The lovely Doe of whitest hue Her Sabbath couch has made. It was a solitary mound, Which two spears' length of level ground Did from all other graves divide : As if in some respect of pride Or melancholy's sickly mood, 66 'Look, there she is, my child! draw near; She fears not-wherefore should we fear? She means no harm ;"--but still the boy, To whom the words were softly said, Hung back, and smiled, and blushed for joy, A shame-faced blush of glowing red! Again the mother whispered low, Now you have seen the famous Doe; THE OLD HALL. FROM cloudless ether looking down, Of quiet to the neighbouring fields; While from one pillared chimney breathes And higher still, above the bower With glittering finger points at nine. -Ah! who could think that sadness here Had any sway or pain-or fear? Not distant far, the milk-white Doe : When Francis uttered to the Maid For pleasure made, a goodly spot, With lawns, and beds of flowers, and shades Of trellis-work, in long arcades, And cirque and crescent framed by wall Of close-clipt foliage green and tall, Converging walks, and fountains gay, And terraces in trim array, Beneath yon cypress spiring high, That, far from human neighbourhood, Through park, or chase, or savage wood. THE RETURN OF EMILY. BENEATH a mouldered tree, A self-surviving leafless oak, By unregarded age from stroke Of ravage saved-sat Emily. There did she rest, with head reclined, Herself most like a stately flower (Such have I seen) whom chance of birth Hath separated from its kind, To live and die in a shady bower, Single on the gladsome earth. When, with a noise like distant thunder, A troop of deer came sweeping by, And, suddenly, behold a wonder! For, of that band of rushing deer, A single one in mid career Hath stopped, and fixed its large full eye A Doe most beautiful, clear white, A radiant Creature, silver bright! Thus checked, a little while it stayed; A little thoughtful pause it made! And then advanced with stealth-like pace, Drew softly near her-and more near— Stopped once again: but as no trace Was found of anything to fear, Even to her feet the Creature came, And laid its head upon her knee, And looked into the Lady's face, A look of pure benignity, And fond unclouded memory. "It is," thought Emily, "the same, The very Doe of other years!" The pleading look the Lady viewed, And, by her gushing thoughts subdued, A flood of tears, that flowed apace O moment ever blest! O Pair Beloved of Heaven, Heaven's choicest care! This was for you a precious greeting, For both a bounteous, fruitful meeting. Joined are they, and the sylvan Doe Can she depart-can she forego The Lady, once her playful peer, And now her sainted Mistress dear? And will not Emily receive This lovely chronicler of things Long past, delights and sorrowings? Lone Sufferer! will not she believe The promise in that speaking face, That day, the first of a reunion Which was to teem with high communion, That day of balmy April weather, |