Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the

the sandy tracts,

And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into

cataracts.

northern night.

And she turned-her bosom shaken with a sudden storm of sighs

Many a night from yonder ivied casement, All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of

ere I went to rest,

Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to

the west.

hazel eyes

Saying, "I have hid my feelings, fearing they should do me wrong;

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising through Saying, "Dost thou love me, cousin?" weep

the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a

ing, "I have loved thee long."

Love took up the glass of time, and turned
it in his glowing hands;
Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in
golden sands.

Love took up the harp of life, and smote on
all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of self, that, trembling,
passed in music out of sight.

Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the copses ring,

And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fulness of the spring.

Many an evening by the waters did we watch
the stately ships,
And our spirits rushed together at the touch
ing of the lips.

Ir the spring a livelier iris changes on the Oh my cousin, shallow-hearted!

burnished dove;

Amy, mine no more!

barren, barren shore!

Oh my

the spring a young man's fancy lightly Oh the dreary, dreary moorland! Oh the

turns to thoughts of love.

Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser than alı| Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest nature's rule!

songs have sung

Puppet to a father's threat, and servile to a Cursed be the gold that gilds the straitered shrewish tongue! forehead of the fool!

Is it well to wish thee happy?—having known Well-'t is well that I should bluster!-Hadst ,me; to decline thou less unworthy proved, On a range of lower feelings and a narrower Would to God-for I had loved thee more heart than mine! than ever wife was loved.

Yet it shall be: thou shalt lower to his level Am I mad, that I should cherish that which day by day, bears but bitter fruit? What is fine within thee growing coarse to I will pluck it from my bosom, though my sympathize with clay. heart be at the root.

As the husband is, the wife is; thou art Never! though my mortal summers to such mated with a clown, length of years should come

And the grossness of his nature will have As the many-wintered crow that leads the weight to drag thee down.

clanging rookery home.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall Where is comfort? in division of the records have spent its novel force, of the mind?

Something better than his dog, a little dearer Can I part her from herself, and love her, as than his horse. I knew her, kind?

What is this? his eyes are heavy-think not I remember one that perished; sweetly did they are glazed with wine. she speak and move;

Go to him; it is thy duty-kiss him; take Such a one do I remember, whom to look at his hand in thine.

was to love.

It may be my lord is weary, that his brain is Can I think of her as dead, and love her for overwroughtthe love she bore? Soothe him with thy finer fancies, touch him No-she never loved me truly; love is love with thy lighter thought. for evermore.

He will answer to the purpose, easy things to Comfort? comfort scorned of devils! this is truth the poet sings,

understand-Better thou wert dead before me, though I That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remem. slew thee with my hands. bering happier things.

Better thou and I were lying, hidden from Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest the heart's disgrace, thy heart be put to proof,

Rolled in one another's arms, and silent in a In the dead, unhappy night, and when the last embrace.

rain is on the roof.

Cursed be the social wants that sin against Like a dog, he hunts in dreams; and thou art the strength of youth! staring at the wall,

Cursed be the social lies that warp us from Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and the

the living truth!

shadows rise and fall.

Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointing | Every gate is thronged with suitors; all the to his drunken sleep, markets overflow. To thy widowed marriage-pillows, to the I have but an angry fancy: what is that tears that thou wilt weep. which I should do?

Thou shalt hear the "Never, never," whis- I had been content to perish, falling on the pered by the phantom years, foeman's ground,

And a song from out the distance in the ring- When the ranks are rolled in vapor, and the ing of thine ears; winds are laid with sound.

And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt kindness on thy pain. that honor feels,

Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow; get thee And the nations do but murmur, snarling at to thy rest again. each other's heels.

Nay, but nature brings thee solace; for a Can I but relive in sadness? I will turn that tender voice will cry; earlier page.

'Tis a purer life than thine; a lip to drain Hide me from my deep emotion, O thou wonthy trouble dry. drous mother-age!

Baby lips will laugh me down; my latest Make me feel the wild pulsation that I felt rival brings thee restbefore the strife,

Baby fingers, waxen touches, press me from When I heard my days before me, and the the mother's breast. tumult of my life;

Oh, the child, too, clothes the father with a Yearning for the large excitement that the dearness not his due; coming years would yield

Half is thine, and half is his-it will be Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves worthy of the two. his father's field,

Oh, I see thee, old and formal, fitted to thy And at night along the dusky highway near petty part, and nearer drawn, With a little hoard of maxims preaching down Sees in heaven the light of London flaring a daughter's heart: like a dreary dawn;

'They were dangerous guides the feelings- And his spirit leaps within him to be gone she herself was not exemptbefore him then,

Truly, she herself had suffered.”—Perish in Underneath the light he looks at, in among thy self-contempt!

the throngs of men

Overlive it lower yet-be happy! wherefore Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever should I care? reaping something new:

I myself must mix with action, lest I wither That which they have done but earnest of the by despair. things that they shall do;

What is that which I should turn to, lighting For I dipt into the future, far as human eye upon days like these? could see

Every door is barred with gold, and opens Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be

but to golden keys.

Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies | Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers; and I

of magic sails,

linger on the shore,

Pilots of the purple twilight, Cropping down | And the individual withers, and the world is with costly bales

more and more.

Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and there rained a ghastly dew he bears a laden breast,

From the nations' airy navies grappling in Full of sad experience moving toward the the central blue; stillness of his rest.

Far along the world-wide whisper of the Hark! my merry comrades call me, sounding south-wind rushing warm, on the bugle horn

With the standards of the peoples plunging through the thunder-storm;

They to whom my foolish passion were a target for their scorn;

Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a the battle-flags were furled

mouldered string?

In the parliament of man, the federation of I am shamed through all my nature to have the world. loved so slight a thing.

There the common sense of most shall hold a Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's pain—

fretful realm in awe,

And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in Nature made them blinder motions bounded universal law. in a shallower brain;

So I triumphed, ere my passion sweeping Woman is the lesser man, and all thy pasthrough me,left me dry, sions, matched with mine,

Left me with the palsied heart, and left me Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water with the jaundiced eye-

unto wine

Eye, to which all order festers, all things here Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. are out of joint. Ah, for some retreat Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping Deep in yonder shining orient, where my life on from point to point;

began to beat!

Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father, evil-starred;

creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish slowly-dying fire. uncle's ward.

Yet I doubt not through the ages one increas- Or to burst all links of habit-there to wan ing purpose runs, der far away, And the thoughts of men are widened with On from island unto island at the gateways the process of the suns. of the day

What is that to him that reaps not harvest of Larger constellations burning, mellow moons his youthful joys, and happy skies,

Though the deep heart of existence beat for Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster,

ever like a boy's?

knots of Paradise.

ORPHEUS TO BEASTS.

Never comes the trader, never floats an Eu- Through the shadow of the globe we sweep ropean flaginto the younger day: Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, droops Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of

Not with blinded eyesight poring over mis- Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail,