DEATH-CHANT. Wasted, weary, wherefore stay, Wrestling thus with earth and clay? From the body pass away! Hark! the mass is singing. From thee doff thy mortal weed! Fear not snow-drift driving fast, That shall ne'er know waking. Haste thee, haste thee to be gone! Earth flits fast, and time draws on : Gasp thy gasp, and groan thy groan! Day is near the breaking. PROUD MAISIE. Proud Maisie is in the wood, Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. "Tell me, thou bonny bird! When shall I marry me?" "When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry thee." "Who makes the bridal bed? "The grey-headed sexton That delves the grave duly. "The glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing While the moon drops down the West, Like thy mate upon her nest, And the stars before the sun Melt like snowflakes, one by one, Let thy loud and welcome lay Pour along Few notes, but strong! EVENING: Jet-bright Wing! Jet-bright Wing! Flit across the sunset glade : Lying there in wait to sing, Listen with thy head awry, Keeping time with twinkling eye, While from all the woodland shade Birds of every plume and note Till both hill and valley ring, Claims brief interludes from thee! Then with simple swell and fall, WINTER LIGHTNING. The flash at midnight,-'twas a light Then closed as in the tomb : An angel might have pass'd my bed, So Life appears: a sudden birth, So Fame the poet's hope deceives, Life is a lightning-flash of breath; JAMES HOGG. 1772-1835. TO THE LARK. Bird of the wilderness! Sweet be thy matin, o'er moorland and lea! Bless'd is thy dwelling-place : O to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay, and loud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell, and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the Day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical Cherub! soar singing away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be: Emblem of happiness! Bless'd is thy dwelling-place: O to abide in. the desert with thee! MAGGIE AWAY. O, what will a' the lads do O, what will a' the lads do When Maggie gangs away? Young Jock has ta'en the hill for't,- ; Poor Harry's ta'en the bed for't, And laid him down to dee; And learnin' fast to pray : And O, what will the lads do When Maggie gangs away? The young laird o' the Lang-Shaw Has drunk her health in wine; And that is mair in maiden's praise When Maggie gangs away ? The wailing in our green glen 'Twill draw the red-breast frae the wood, The laverock frae the sky; The fairies frae their beds o' dew CHARLES LAMB. 1775-1834. HESTER. When maidens such as Hester die, A month or more hath she been dead, To think upon the wormy bed A springy motion in her gait, Of pride and joy no common rate |