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"O NIGHTINGALE! THOU SURELY ART."
O NIGHTINGALE! thou surely art
A creature of a fiery heart:
These notes of thine-they pierce and pierce;
Thou sing'st as if the god of wine
Of shades, and dews, and silent night;
I heard a stock-dove sing or say
He did not cease; but cooed-and cooed;
"THREE YEARS SHE GREW IN SUN AND SHOWER."
THREE years she grew in sun and shower,
On earth was never sown;
This child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A lady of my own.
"Myself will to my darling be
Both law and impulse: and with me
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
66 She shall be sportive as the fawn
And hers shall be the breathing balm,
Of mute insensate things.
"The floating clouds their state shall lend
To her; for her the willow bend:
Nor shall she fail to see
Even in the motions of the storm
Grace that shall mould the maiden's form
By silent sympathy.
"The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.
"And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I together live
Here in this happy dell."
Thus Nature spake-the work was done
How soon my Lucy's race was run;
She died and left to me
This heath, this calm and quiet scene;
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be.
"A SLUMBER DID MY SPIRIT SEAL."
A SLUMBER did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees,
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course
THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE.
WHEN the brothers reached the gateway,
To the horn which there was hanging;
Horn it was which none could sound,
No one upon living ground,
Save he who came as rightful heir
To Egremont's domains and castle fair.
Heirs from ages without record
Who of right had claimed the lordship
Each at the appointed hour
Tried the horn-it owned his power;
With his lance Sir Eustace pointed,
Hear, then, and neglect me not!
The words are uttered from my heart,
"On good service we are going
In which course if Christ our Saviour
Hither come thou back straightway,
Return, and sound the horn, that we
May have a living house still left in thee!"
"Fear not!" quickly answered Hubert;
What thou askest, noble brother,
To Palestine the brothers took their way.
Side by side they fought (the Lucies
And where'er their strokes alighted,
Whence, then, could it come—the thought—
By what evil spirit brought?
Oh! can a brave man wish to take
His brother's life, for land's and castle's sake?
"Sir!" the ruffians said to Hubert, "Deep he lies in Jordan's flood," Stricken by this ill assurance,
Pale and trembling Hubert stood.
"Take your earnings.
Oh that I
Could have seen my brother die!"
Months passed on, and no Sir Eustace!
None could tell if it were night-time,
Night or day, at even or morn;
But bold Hubert lives in glee :
With plenty was his table spread;
And bright the lady is who shares his bed.
Likewise he had sons and daughters;
At his board by these surrounded,
And while thus in open day
Once he sate, as old books say,
A blast was uttered from the horn,
'Tis the breath of good Sir Eustace!