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Out spake their captain brave and bold,
A merry wight was he : 'If London Tower were Michael's hold,
We'll set Trelawny free! 'We'll cross the Tamar, land to land, The Severn is no stay,
one and all," and hand in hand,
A pleasant sight to view,
Here's men as good as you.
Trelawny he may die ;
R. S. HAWKER.
With deep affection,
Those Shandon bells,
Their magic spells.
Sweet Cork, of thee;
of the River Lee.
I've heard bells chiming
Spoke naught like thine ;
Its bold notes free,
Of the River Lee.
From the Vatican,
Of Notre Dame ;
Pealing solemnly ;-
Of the River Lee.
The Turkman gets ;
Of tall minarets.
Such empty phantom
Of the River Lee.
FROM 'SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE' I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young : And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair ;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, • Guess now who holds thee ?? Death,' I said.
But there, The silver answer rang, .. Not Death, but Love."
310 What can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold, And laid them on the outside of the wall For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse ? am I cold,
Ungrateful, that for these most manifold High gifts, I render nothing back at all ?
Not so; not cold,but very poor instead.
Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done To give the same as pillow to thy head.
Go farther ! let it serve to trample on.
311 Yet love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax. An equal light
I love thee! ...in thy sight
In love, when love the lowest : meanest creatures Who love God, God accepts while loving so.
And what I feel, across the inferior features Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Nature's.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
“I love her for her smile ... her look Of speaking gently, for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day
For these things in themselves, Belověd, may Bechanged, or change for thee,—andlove, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby ! But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
313 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
11 With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
E. B. BROWNING,
314 A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river ?
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
With the dragon-fly on the river.
From the deep cool bed of the river :
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
Ere he brought it out of the river.
While turbidly flowed the river ;
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
To prove it fresh from the river.