And from the centre blazed the angry sun, And plunged from the other side into the night. Did wander up and down these banks for years, Here for hours we hung O'er the fine pants and trembles of a line. Oft, standing on a hill's green head, we felt Breezes of love, and joy, and melody, Blow through us, as the winds blow through the sky. On summer landscapes, silver-veined with streams, A monster sleeping in its own thick breath; And sweet cots dropt in green, where children played, In distance-haze to a blue rim of hills, Upon whose heads came down the closing sky. PICTURES. THE lark is singing in the blinding sky, Hedges are white with May. The bridegroom sea Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride, And, in the fulness of his marriage joy, Retires a space, to see how fair she looks, Then, proud, runs up to kiss her. All is fairAll glad, from grass to sun -One nymph slumbering lay, A sweet dream 'neath her eyelids, her white limbs When timbrelled troops rushed past with branches green. With her delicious face a moment seen, And limbs faint gleaming through their watery veil. -A grim old king, Whose blood leapt madly when the trumpets brayed Ringed by his weeping lords. His left hand held "Go! tell the dead I come!" With a proud smile, Which fled, and shrieked through all the other world, "Ye dead! My master comes!" And there was pause Till the great Shade should enter. BAILEY. A SUMMER NIGHT. THE last high upward slant of sun on the trees, |