Se the Garden at Savaniton Witton was weeping for thee, Walked in the walk with me; Shadows of three dead men, & then wast one of the three. Rightingales sang The Muster was for away; Regatingales warbled and sand by passion not last but a day; his in his house in his coffin the Prince of Courtesy lay Two dead men have I known, In Courtesy like to thee; Two dead men have I loved. With in Clast of the three. Three dead then have I loved a thou art the " The Voice & the Peak, The love flow & long roar, Green rushing from the rosy throm of All might have I heard the trice Reve over the rocky bar; But then we silent in heaven, Host them to voice, O Peak! A Mousand vores 80, And moon & sink to their rest. L " The fields or fair beside them, "The deep has power on the height. Not raised for ever and ever, But when their cycle & s'er, Pass and are found no more. The Peak is high and flustid And a height beyond the theight: The Voice and the Seak For with heaven with dracon; voor The love glow and long Green rushing from the rosy thrones of dawn. pareful not to remove the THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place, And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud, And the lark drop down at his feet. The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee, The snake slipt under a spray, The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak, And the nightingale thought, "I have sung many songs, But never a one so gay, For he sings of what the world will be When the years have died away." |