Full Chorus.-Our glory is our freedom, We are the sons of freedom, There is no land like England, Chorus. For the French, etc. (1830) LVI THE SLEEPING BEAUTY I YEAR after year unto her feet, The while she slumbereth alone, The maiden's jet-black hair hath grown, Forthstreaming from a braid of pearl; The slumbrous light is rich and warm, And moves not on the rounded curl. 2 The silk star-braided coverlid Unto her limbs itself doth mould Her full black ringlets downward rolled, Stillness with love and day with light. 3 She sleeps; her breathings are not heard The fragrant tresses are not stirred (1830) She sleeps; on either side upswells LVII DUALISMS Two bees within a chrystal flowerbell rocked Both alike, they hum together Through and through the flowered heather. Over a stream two birds of glancing feather Side by side; Both alike, they sing together, Arching blue-glossèd necks beneath the purple weather. Two children lovelier than Love adown the lea are singing, As they gambol, lilygarlands ever stringing: Both in blosmwhite silk are frockèd : Like, unlike, they roam together Under a summervault of golden weather; Mid May's darling goldenlockèd, (1830) LVIII WE ARE FREE THE winds, as at their hour of birth, LIX THE SEA-FAIRIES SLOW sailed the weary mariners, and saw, Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest Shrill music reached them on the middle sea. SONG. Whither away, whither away, whither away? Fly no more: Whither away wi' the singing sail? whither away wi' the oar? Whither away from the high green field and the happy blossoming shore? Weary mariners, hither away, One and all, one and all, Weary mariners come and play ; We will sing to you all the day; Furl the sail and the foam will fall From the prow! One and all Know danger and trouble and toil no more. Drop the oar, Whither away wi' the sail? whither away wi' the oar? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls: From wandering over the lea; They freshen the silvery-crimson shells, And thick with white bells the clover-hill swells Merrily carol the revelling gales Over the islands free: From the green sea-banks the rose down-trails Come hither, come hither, and be our lords, We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak sweet words: D Oh listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten Ye will not find so happy a shore, Harken ye, harken ye, sorrow shall darken ye, Drop the oar; Hither away, Leap ashore ; Oh fly no more no more. Whither away, whither away, whither away with the sail and the oar? (1830) LX SONNET TO J. M. K. My hope and heart is with thee-thou wilt be To scare church-harpies from the master's feast; (1853) LXI οἱ ῥέοντες I ALL thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are true, All visions wild and strange; Man is the measure of all truth Unto himself. All truth is change: All men do walk in sleep, and all II There is no rest, no calm, no pause, For nothing is but all is made. |