20 But follow; let the torrent dance thee down LORD TENNYSON. 25 30 333 FROM IN MEMORIAM' Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, 5 For those that here we see no more; 10 Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; 15 Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be. LORD TENNYSON. 334 Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, For a breeze of morning moves, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves To faint in the light of the sun she loves, All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon ; 5 10 All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd 15 To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon. I said to the lily, 'There is but one With whom she has heart to be gay. 20 Low on the sand and loud on the stone 25 I said to the rose, 'The brief night goes O young lord-lover, what sighs are those, 30 But mine, but mine,' so I sware to the rosé, 'For ever and ever, mine.' And the soul of the rose went into my blood, And long by the garden lake I stood, 35 For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all ; From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That whenever a March-wind sighs 40 He sets the jewel-print of your feet To the woody hollows in which we meet The slender acacia would not shake The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, But the rose was awake all night for your sake, The lilies and roses were all awake, Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, 45 50 In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, 55 Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. There has fallen a splendid tear She is coming, my dove, my dear; From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my life, my fate; 6 The red rose cries, She is near, she is near;' She is coming, my own, my sweet ; Would start and tremble under her feet, 335 LORD TENNYSON. In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers: Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. It is the little rift within the lute, The little rift within the lover's lute, It is not worth the keeping: let it go : But shall it? answer, darling, answer, no. And trust me not at all or all in all. LORD TENNYSON. 60 65 70 10 336 THE PRIVATE OF THE BUFFS Some Sikhs and a private of the Buffs having remained behind with the grog carts, fell into the hands of the Chinese. On the next morning they were brought before the authorities, and commanded to perform the Kotow. The Sikhs obeyed; but Moyse, the English soldier, declaring that he would not prostrate himself before any Chinaman alive, was immediately knocked upon the head, and his body thrown on a dunghill.-The Times. Last night, among his fellow roughs, A drunken private of the Buffs, To-day, beneath the foeman's frown, Ambassador from Britain's crown, Poor, reckless, rude, low-born, untaught, A heart, with English instinct fraught, Aye, tear his body limb from limb, He only knows, that not through him Far Kentish hop-fields round him seem'd, The smoke, above his father's door, Must he then watch it rise no more, 5 10 155 20 |