reen brink and the running foam, eached them on the middle sea. vhither away, whither away ? fly no more. om the high green field, and the happy blossom. :? > the billow the fountain calls; e gambolling waterfalls over the lea: green heart of the dells e silvery-crimson shells, white bells the clover-hill swella all-toned sea: ither, and furl your sails, me and to me! her, and frolic and play; he mew that wails; you all the day: , furl your sails, blissful downs and dales, rrily carol the gales, dances in bight and bay, And the rainbow forms and flies on the land And the rainbow lives in the curve of the sand; And the rainbow hangs on the poising wave, And sweet is the color of cove and cave, O hither, come hither, and be our lords, We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak sweet words: O listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten With pleasure and love and jubilee! O listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten When the sharp, clear twang of the golden chords Runs up the ridgèd sea! Who can light on as happy a shore All the world o'er, all the world o'er? Whither away? listen and stay: mariner, mariner, fly no more GODIVA. I waited for the train at Coventry ; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, The city's ancient legend into this:-. New men, that in the flying of a wheel Cry down the past, not only we, that prate Of rights and wrongs, have loved the people well, Upon his town, and all the mothers brought Their children, clamoring, "If we pay, we starve !" She sought her lord, and found him, where he strode. About the hall, among his dogs, alone, His beard a foot before him, and his hair A yard behind. She told him of their tears, And prayed him, "If they pay this tax, they starve." Whereat he stared, replying half-amazed, "You would not let your little finger ache For such as these?". He laughed, and swore by Peter and by Paul: So left alone, the passions of her mind, Till pity won. She sent a herald forth, And bade him cry, with sound of trumpet, all Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity: The white-flowered elder thicket from the field Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity. Peeped-but his eyes, before they had their will, And dropped before him. So the Powers, who wait And she, that knew not, passed and all at once, With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon Her bower; whence reissuing, robed and crowned, And built herself an everlasting name. SIR GALAHAD. My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, The hard brands shiver on the steel, |