Ah me! in what immortal hour of time, Nature, shall thy perfections meet together? When youthful hearts, rejoicing in their May, That brings the fruit, but takes away the flower? When Hope and Love, so lavish of delight, Shall laugh and sing, yet crown their early years With those rare buds, more odorous than bright, And that wise spirit, now the growth of tears? Ah! vexed Life, there is no other wand But Death's cold finger-take him for thy friend; He leadeth Truth and Beauty hand in hand, He brings thee Youth and Knowledge without end. FREDERICK TENNYSON. I THE HONEYSUCKLE. PLUCKED a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag water; And by the thorns and by the wind And yet I found it sweet and fair. Thence to a richer growth I came, All virgin lamps of scent and dew. DANTE G. ROSSETTI. SYMBOLS. I WATCHED a rosebud very long, Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower. Then, when I thought it should be strong, And fell at evensong. I watched a nest from day to day, Or tired, and flew away. Then, in my wrath, I broke the bough E But the dead branch spoke from the sod, CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. WHAT EOLIAN HARP. is it that is gone, we fancied ours ? O what is lost that never may be told?- Whose part is silence. At thy verge the clouds The waifs of autumn and the feeble flowers WILLIAM ALLINGHAM. CONS THE SEA-LIMITS. 'ONSIDER the sea's listless chime : The murmur of the earth's own shell. Is the sea's end: our sight may pass No furlong further. Since time was, This sound hath told the lapse of time. No quiet, which is death's,—it hath The mournfulness of ancient life, Last utterly, the whole sky stands, Listen alone beside the sea, Listen alone among the woods; These voices of twin solitudes Shall have one sound alike to thee: Hark where the murmurs of thronged men Still the one voice of wave and tree. Gather a shell from the strown beach And all mankind is thus at heart Not any thing but what thou art : And Earth, Sea, Man, are all in each. But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along! We have short time to stay as you, As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing: We die As your hours do; and dry Like to the Summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning dew, Ne'er to be found again. ROBERT HERRICK. |