"Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now, Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough; My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold, Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold. "It will not, will not rest!-poor creature, can it be That 't is thy mother's heart which is working so in thee? Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear, And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear. "Alas, the mountain-tops that look so green and fair! I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey. Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain? Sleep, — and at break of day I will come to thee again! وو As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet, This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat; And it seemed, as I retraced the ballad line by line, That but half of it was hers, and one half of it was mine. 66 66 Again, and once again did I repeat the song; Nay," said I, more than half to the damsel must belong, For she looked with such a look, and she spake with such a tone, That I almost received her heart into my own." SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTROD- HE dwelt among the untrodden ways, A maid whom there were none to And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh! The difference to me! TO THE DAISY. ITH little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee, For thou art worthy: Thou unassuming commonplace Oft do I sit by thee at ease, And weave a web of similes, Loose types of things through all degrees, And many a fond and idle name A nun demure, of lowly port; A Of all temptations; queen in crown of rubies dressed; A little Cyclops, with one eye That thought comes next, and instantly The shape will vanish, and behold! I see thee glittering from afar ; Yet like a star, with glittering crest, Sweet flower! for by that name at last, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, That breath'st with me in sun and air, |