IV. I thought-O God!-my first-born's cry It was the silence made me groan! T. Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave, Who, not to bless me, would not moan. V1. A stone upon my heart and head, VII. And let the door ajar remain, CHANGE UPON CHANGE. FIVE months ago, the stream did flow, And we were lingering to and fro, Along the stream, beside the hedge. For if I do not hear thy foot, The frozen river is as mute, The flowers have dried down to the root : And why, since these be changed since May, II. And slow, slow as the winter snow, The tears have drifted to mine eyes; And my poor cheeks, five months ago Set blushing at thy praises so, Put paleness on for a disguise. VOL III. L Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go! THAT DAY. I. I STAND by the river where both of us stood, II. The flowers of the margin are many to see; III. I stand by the river, I think of the vow; Oh, calm as the place is, vow-breaker, be thou! |