Bare grassy slopes, where kids are tethered Round valleys like nests all ferny-lined; Round hills, with fluttering tree-tops feathered, Swell high in their freckled robes behind. A rose-flush tender, a thrill, a quiver, When golden gleams to the tree-tops glide; A flashing edge for the milk-white river, The beck, a river-with still sleek tide. Broad and white, and polished as silver, Glitters the dew and shines the river, But two are walking apart for ever, And wave their hands for a mute farewell. VII. A braver swell, a swifter sliding; The river hasteth, her banks recede : Stately prows are rising and bowing The tiny green ribbon that showed so fair. While, O my heart! as white sails shiver, And crowds are passing, and banks stretch wide, How hard to follow, with lips that quiver, That moving speck on the far-off side! Farther, farther-I see it-know it-- VIII. And yet I know past all doubting, truly- And as I walk by the vast calm river, I say, 'Thy breadth and thy depth for ever Are bridged by his thoughts that cross to me.' AN ANCIENT CHESS KING. HAPLY Some Rajah first in ages gone He sat in tent-grave shepherds at his kneeWhile lamps of balsam winked and glimmered on. What dost thou here? Thy masters are all dead; And murmur of the dark majestic town. WORK. LIKE coral insects multitudinous The minutes are whereof our life is made. Sea-blossoms close, our minutes that have paid Doth shine. Work is its own best earthly meed, THE BALLAD OF THE BRIDES OF QUAIR. A STILLNESS crept about the house; The peacock on the terrace screamed; The pool was still; around its brim The alders sickened in the air; There came no murmur from the streams, The days hold on their wonted pace, And men to court and camp repair Their part to fill, or good or ill, While women keep the House of Quair. And one is clad in widow's weeds, |