"O lullaby, my own deir child! Lullaby, deir child, deir! I wold thy father were a king, Thy mother laid on a bier!' "O, open the door, Burd Helen," he says, "O, open the door to me; Or, as my sword hangs by my gair,* "That never was my mother's custome, And I hope it's ne'er be mine; A knicht into her companie, When she dries a' her pyne." He hit the door then wi' his foot, Sae did he wi' his knee; Till door o' deal, and locks o' steel, In splinders he gart* flee. "An askin', an askin', Lord John," she says, "An askin' ye 'll grant me; The meanest maid about your house, "An askin', an askin', my dear Lord John, An askin' ye 'll grant me; The warsten bouir in a' your tours, "I grant, I grant your askins, Helen, "O, have thou comfort, fair Helen, Be of good cheer, I And your bridal and your kirking baith And he has ta'en her Burd Helen, And there was ne'er a gayer bridegroom, As they, Lord John and Lady Helen, ANONYMOUS. She'll weep for naught for his dear sake; She clasps her sister in her sleep; Her love in dreams is most awake. Exhilarates her loving breast; She'll prattle like a child at play. 66 In that, he'd have me always so!" And, evermore, for either's sake, To the sweet folly of the dove She joins the cunning of the snake, To rivet and exalt his love. Her mode of candor is deceit ; And what she thinks from what she 'll say, (Although I'll never call her cheat,) Lies far as Scotland from Cathay. Without his knowledge he was won, Against his nature kept devout; She'll never tell him how 't was done, And he will never find it out. If, sudden, he suspects her wiles, And hears her forging chain and trap, Whose fancy is of either sex) Is mine; but let the darkness guard COVENTRY PATMORE. THE MISTRESS. If he's capricious, she 'll be so ; But, if his duties constant are, She lets her loving favor glow As steady as a tropic star. BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS. BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Appears there naught for which to weep, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away! Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou | The bride had consented, the gallant came late; art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets WERE I AS BASE AS IS THE LOWLY WERE I as base as is the lowly plain, swain Ascend to heaven, in honor of my Love. Were I as high as heaven above the plain, Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies, Whereso'er I am, below, or else above you, For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. "Now tread we a measure," said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, Whereso'er you are, my heart shall truly love you. And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet JOSHUA SYLVester. LOCHINVAR. O, YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And, save his good broadsword, he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. var. He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, "'T were bet ter by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung; "She is won! we are gone! over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; The maid and page renewed their strife; And last of all the king awoke, And in his chair himself upreared, And yawned, and rubbed his face, and spoke : By holy rood, a royal beard! How say you? we have slept, my lords; My beard has grown into my lap." The barons swore, with many words, "T was but an after-dinner's nap. "Pardy!" returned the king, "but still My joints are something stiff or so. My lord, and shall we pass the bill I mentioned half an hour ago?" The chancellor, sedate and vain, In courteous words returned reply; But dallied with his golden chain, And, smiling, put the question by. ALFRED TENNYSON. THE "SLEEPING BEAUTY DEPARTS WITH HER LOVER. FROM "THE DAY DREAM." AND on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold; And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old. Across the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, And deep into the dying day, The happy princess followed him. "I'd sleep another hundred years, O love, for such another kiss!" "O wake forever, love," she hears, "O love, 't was such as this and this." And o'er them many a sliding star, And many a merry wind was borne, And, streamed through many a golden bar, The twilight melted into morn. "O eyes long laid in happy sleep!" "O happy sleep, that lightly fled !" "O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep!" "O love, thy kiss would wake the dead!" And o'er them many a flowing range Of vapor buoyed the crescent bark; And, rapt through many a rosy change, The twilight died into the dark. "A hundred summers! can it be? And whither goest thou, tell me where !' "O, seek my father's court with me, For there are greater wonders there." They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Numb were the beadman's fingers while he told And couch supine their beauties, lily white; His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire. VII. Full of this whim was thoughtful Madeline; VIII. She danced along with vague, regardless eyes, IX. So, purposing each moment to retire, All saints to give him sight of Madeline; X. He ventures in; let no buzzed whisper tell; All eyes be muffled, or a hundred swords Will storm his heart, love's feverous citadel; For him, those chambers held barbarian hordes, | Who keepeth closed a wondrous riddle-book, Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords, Whose very dogs would execrations howl Him any mercy, in that mansion foul, As spectacled she sits in chimney nook. Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul. And Madeline asleep in lap of legends old. "Get hence get hence! there's dwarfish Hilde- Quoth Porphyro; "O, may I ne'er find grace When my weak voice shall whisper its last prayer, XVIII. "Ah! why wilt thou affright a feeble soul? A gentler speech from burning Porphyro; XIX. Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, That he might see her beauty unespied, XX. "It shall be as thou wishest," said the dame; frame |