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THE LADY'S YES.
ES!” I answer'd you last night;
“No!” this morning, Sir, I say. Colours, seen by candle-light,
Will not look the same by day.
When the tabors play'd their best,
Lamps above, and laughs belowLove me sounded like a jest,
Fit for Yes or fit for No!
Call me false, or call me free
Vow, whatever light may shine, No man on thy face shall see
Any grief for change on mine.
Yet the sin is on us both
Time to dance is not to woo— Wooer light makes fickle troth
Scorn of me recoils on you !
Learn to win a lady's faith
Nobly, as the thing is high; Bravely, as for life and death
With a loyal gravity.
Lead her from the festive boards,
Point her to the starry skies, Guard her, by your faithful words,
Pure from courtship’s flatteries.
By your truth she shall be true
Ever true, as wives of yorem And her Yes, once said to you, SHALL be Yes for evermore.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
WIFTER far than summer's flight,
Swifter far than youth's delight,
Art thou come, art thou gone:
I am left lone, alone.
To fly with thee, false as thou.
Sunny leaves from any bough.
Lilies for a bridal bed,
Pansies let my flowers be:
SHELLEY. THE FORGING OF THE ANCHOR.
IOME, see the Dolphin's anchor forged—'tis
at a white heat now : The bellows ceased, the flames decreased—though
on the forge's brow The little flames still fitfully play through the
sable mound, And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths
ranking round, All clad in leathern panoply, their broad hands
only bareSome rest upon their sledges here, some work the
The windlass strains the tackle chains, the black
mound heaves below, And red and deep a hundred veins burst out at
It rises, roars, rends all outright—0, Vulcan, what
a glow! 'Tis blinding white, 'tis blasting bright—the high
sun shines not so! The high sun sees not, on the earth, such fiery
fearful show ; The roof-ribs swarth, the candent hearth, the ruddy
lurid row Of smiths that stand, an ardent band, like men
before the foe. As, quivering through his fleece of flame, the sail
ing monster, slow Sinks on the anvil—all about the faces fiery grow. “ Hurrah !" they shout, “ leap out—leap out;"
bang, bang the sledges go : Hurrah! the jetted lightnings are hissing high
and lowA hailing fount of fire is struck at every squashing
blow, The leathern mail rebounds the hail, the rattling
cinders strow The ground around : at every bound the swelter
ing fountains flow, And thick and loud the swinking crowd at every
stroke pant“ ho!” Leap out, leap out, my masters; leap out and lay
on load! Let's forge a goodly anchor-a bower thick and
broad; For a heart of oak is hanging on every blow, I
bode, And I see the good ship riding, all in a perilous
roadThe low reef roaring on her lee—the roll of ocean
pour'd From stem to stern, sea after sea; the mainmast
by the board; The bulwarks down, the rudder gone, the boats
stove at the chains ! But courage still, brave mariners—the bower yet
remains, And not an inch to flinch he deigns, save when ye
pitch sky high; Then moves his head, as though he said, “ Fear
nothing—here am I.” Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand
keep time; Your blows make music sweeter far than any
But, while you sling your sledges, sing and let
the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen
Strike in, strike in—the sparks begin to dull their
rustling red; Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will
soon be sped. Our anchor soon must change his bed of fiery rich
array For a hammock at the roaring bows, or an oozy
couch of clay ; Our anchor soon must change the lay of merry
craftsmen here, For the yeo-heave-o', and the heave-away, and the
sighing seaman's cheer; When, weighing slow, at eve they go-far, far
from love and home; And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the
ocean foam. In livid and obdurate gloom he darkens down at
A shapely one he is, and strong, as e'er from cat
was cast. O trusted and trustworthy guard, if thou hadst
life like me,
What pleasures would thy toils reward beneath
the deep green sea ! O deep Sea-diver, who might then behold such
sights as thou? The hoary-monster's palaces ! methinks what joy
'twere now To go plumb plunging down amid the assembly of
the whales, And feel the churn'd sea round me boil beneath
their scourging tails !