When our Shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword, Like a re-appearing Star, Like a glory from afar, First shall head the flock of war!" Alas! the fervent harper did not know Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. In him the savage virtue of the Race, Glad were the vales, and every cottage-hearth; The Shepherd lord was honoured more and more: And, ages after he was laid in earth, "The good Lord Clifford" was the name he bore. CHARACTERISTICS OF A CHILD LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild; Than when both young and old sit gathered round And take delight in its activity, Even so this happy Creature of herself Is blithe society, who fills the air With gladness and involuntary songs. Unthought of, unexpected, as the stir Of the soft breeze ruffling the meadow-flowers; The many-coloured images impressed LAODAMIA. "WITH sacrifice before the rising morn Performed, my slaughtered Lord have I re quired; And in thick darkness, amid shades forlorn, Restore him to my sight-great Jove, restore!" So speaking, and by fervent love endowed With faith, the Suppliant heavenward lifts her hands; While, like the sun emerging from a cloud, Her countenance brightens-and her eye expands ; Her bosom heaves and spreads, her stature grows; And she expects the issue in repose. O terror! what hath she perceived?-O joy! What doth she look on ?-whom doth she behold? Her Hero slain upon the beach of Troy? Mild Hermes spake—and touched her with his wand That calms all fear: "Such grace hath crowned thy prayer, Laodamìa! that at Jove's command Thy Husband walks the paths of upper air: He comes to tarry with thee three hours' space; Accept the gift-behold him face to face!" Forth sprang the impassioned Queen her Lord to clasp ! Again that consummation she essayed; "Protesilàus, lo! thy guide is gone! Not to appal me have the gods bestowed "Great Jove, Laodamia! doth not leave And something also did my worth obtain; "Thou knowest, the Delphic oracle foretold That the first Greek who touched the Trojan strand Should die; but me the threat could not withhold: A generous cause a victim did demand ; "Supreme of Heroes-bravest, noblest, best! Thy matchless courage I bewail no more, Which then, when tens of thousands were deprest By doubt, propelled thee to the fatal shore; Thou found'st-and I forgive thee-here thou art A nobler counsellor than my poor heart. "But thou, though capable of sternest deed, Wert kind as resolute, and good as brave; And he, whose power restores thee, hath decreed That thou shouldst cheat the malice of the grave; Redundant are thy locks, thy lips as fair As when their breath enriched Thessalian air. "No Spectre greets me,-no vain Shadow |