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Oh, the birds, the tree, the ruddy
And I see them stir again.
And despite life's changes, chances,
As the birds sang in the branches,
Sing God's patience through my soul !
That no dreamer, no neglecter
THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST.
LITTLE Ellie sits alone
'Mid the beeches of a meadow
By a stream-side on the grass,
And the trees are showering down
She has thrown her bonnet by,
In her hands, all sleek and dripping,
Little Ellie sits alone,
And the smile she softly uses
Fills the silence like a speech, While she thinks what shall be done, And the sweetest pleasure chooses For her future within reach.
Little Ellie in her smile Chooses "I will have a lover, Riding on a steed of steeds: He shall love me without guile, And to him I will discover
The swan's nest among the reeds.
"And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble,
With an eye that takes the breath : And the lute he plays upon
Shall strike ladies into trouble,
As his sword strikes men to death.
"And the steed it shall be shod
All in silver, housed in azure,
And the mane shall swim the wind, And the hoofs along the sod Shall flash onward and keep measure, Till the shepherds look behind.
"But my lover will not prize
All the glory that he rides in,
"Then, ay, then he shall kneel low,
For the world must love and fear him
"Then he will arise so pale,
"Then he'll ride among the hills
"Three times shall a young foot-page Swim the stream and climb the mountain And kneel down beside my feet'Lo, my master sends this gage,
Lady, for thy pity's counting!
What wilt thou exchange for it?'
"And the first time, I will send
"Then the young foot-page will run, Then my lover will ride faster,
Till he kneeleth at my knee :
"He will kiss me on the mouth
Then, and lead me as a lover
Through the crowds that praise his deeds:
And, when soul-tied by one troth,
Unto him I will discover
That swan's nest among the reeds."
Little Ellie, with her smile
Not yet ended, rose up gaily,
Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe, And went homeward round a mile, Just to see, as she did daily,
What more eggs were with the two.
Pushing through the elm-tree copse,
Past the boughs she stoops-and stops.
Ellie went home sad and slow.
If she found the lover ever,
With his red-roan steed of steeds,
THE LOST BOWER.
IN the pleasant orchard-closes,
But "May God bless all our losses,"
Better suits with our degree.
Listen, gentle-ay, and simple! listen, children on the knee !
Green the land is where my daily
Summer-snow of apple-blossoms running up from glade to glade.
There is one hill I see nearer,
Sideway from the tree-locked valley, to the airy upland
Small the wood is, green with hazels,
And, completing the ascent,
Where the wind blows and sun dazzles,
Thrills in leafy tremblement,
Like a heart that after climbing beateth quickly through
Not a step the wood advances
O'er the open hill-tops bound;
There, in green arrest, the branches
See their image on the ground:
You may walk beneath them smiling, glad with sight and glad with sound.