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"Twere good that all should pray,
And so lie down to rest,
Is lingering in the West.
shall turn to peace,
THE FAIRY THORN.
AN ULSTER BALLAD.
ET up, our Anna dear, from the weary
spinning wheel; For your father's on the hill, and
mother is asleep: Come up above the crags, and we'll dance a high
land reel Around the fairy thorn on the steep.”
At Anna Grace's door 'twas thus the maidens cried,
Three merry maidens fair in kirtles of the green; And Anna laid the rock and the weary wheel aside,
The fairest of the four, I ween.
They're glancing through the glimmer of the quiet
eve, Away in milky wavings of neck and ankle bare ; The heavy-sliding stream in its sleepy song they
leave, And the crags in the ghostly air :
And linking hand and hand, and singing as they go,
The maids along the hill-side have ta'en their
Till they come to where the rowan trees in lonely
beauty grow Beside the Fairy Hawthorn grey. The hawthorn stands between the ashes tall and
slim, Like matron with her twin grand-daughters at
her knee; The rowan berries cluster o'er her low head grey
and dim In ruddy kisses sweet to see. The merry maidens four have ranged them in a
row, Between each lovely couple a stately rowan stem, And away in mazes wavy, like skimming birds
Oh, never carollid bird like them!
But solemn is the silence of the silvery haze
their voices in echoless repose, And dreamily the evening has still'd the haunted
braes, And dreamier the gloaming grows. And sinking one by one, like lark-notes from the
sky When the falcon's shadow saileth across the open
shaw, Are hush'd the maiden's voices, as cowering down
In the flutter of their sudden awe.
For, from the air above, and the grassy ground
And from the mountain-ashes and the old
Whitethorn between, A power of faint enchantment doth through their
beings breathe And they sink down together on the green. They sink together silent, and stealing side to side, They fling their lovely arms o'er their drooping
necks so fair, Then vainly strive again their naked arms to hide,
For their shrinking necks again are bare. Thus clasp'd and prostrate all, with their heads
together bow'd, Soft o'er their bosom's beating—the only human
sound They hear the silky footsteps of the silent fairy
crowd, Like a river in the air, gliding round. Nor scream can any raise, nor prayer can any say, But wild, wild, the terror of the speechless
threeFor they feel fair Anna Grace drawn silently away,
By whom they dare not look to see.
locks of gold, And the curls elastic falling, as her head with
They feel her sliding arms from their tranced arms
unfold, But they dare not look to see the cause : For heavy on their senses the faint enchantment
lies Through all that night of anguish and perilous
And neither fear nor wonder can ope their quiver
ing eyes Or their limbs from the cold ground raise.
Tillout of Night the Earth has rolld her dewy side,
With every haunted mountain and streamy vale
When, as the mist dissolves in the yellow morning
tide, The maidens trance dissolveth so.
Then fly the ghastly three as swiftly as they may, And tell their tale of sorrow to anxious friends
in vain They pined away and died within the year and day, And ne'er was Anna Grace seen again.
VHERE is no architect can build
As the Muse can;
Materials for her plan ;
Rafters warily to choose
Of immortal pine,
Worthy her design.
She threads dark Alpine forests,
Or valleys by the sea,
Ere she can find a tree.
She ransacks mines and ledges,
And quarries every rock,
For each eternal block.
She lays her beams in music,
In music every one,
Which dances round the sun.
That so they shall not be displaced
By lapses or by wars,
HIS WISH TO PRIVACY.
IVE me a cell
A path ;
LL thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.