THE DESERTED HOUSE.—THE DYING SWAN.-A DIRGE. 9 And the rainbow forms and flies on the land Over the islands free; And the rainbow lives in the curve of the sand; Hither, come hither and see; And the rainbow hangs on the poising wave, O hither, come hither, and be our lords We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak sweet words: O listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten chords Runs up the ridged sea. Who can light on as happy a shore THE DESERTED HOUSE. I. LIFE and Thought have gone away Leaving door and windows wide : Careless tenants they ! 2. All within is dark as night: 3. Close the door, the shutters close, 4. Come away: no more of mirth Is here or merry-making sound. The house was builded of the earth, And shall fall again to ground. 5. Come away for Life and Thought But in a city glorious A great and distant city have bought Would they could have stayed with us! THE DYING SWAN. I. THE plain was grassy, wild and bare, With an inner voice the river ran, And loudly did lament. It was the middle of the day. Ever the weary wind went on, And took the reed-tops as it went. 2. Some blue peaks in the distance rose, One willow over the river wept, The tangled water-courses slept, Shot over with purple, and green, and yellow 3. The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear With shawms, and with cymbals, and harps of gold, And the tumult of their acclaim is roll'd To the shepherd who watcheth the evening 12 SONNET TO J. M. K.- THE LADY OF SHALOTT. From under my starry sea-bud crown Low adown and around, And I should look like a fountain of gold With a shrill inner sound, In the midst of the hall: Till that great sea-snake under the sea From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps Would slowly trail himself sevenfold Round the hall where I sate, and look in at the gate With his large calm eyes for the love of me. Die in their hearts for the love of me. 3. But at night I would wander away, away, I would fling on each side my low-flowing locks, And lightly vault from the throne and play With the mermen in and out of the rocks; We would run to and fro, and hide and seek, On the broad sea-wolds in the crimson shells, Whose silvery spikes are nighest the sea. But if any came near I would call, and shriek, And adown the steep like a wave I would leap From the diamond-ledges that jut from the dells; For I would not be kiss'd by all who would list, Of the bold merry mermen under the sea; They would sue me, and woo me, and flatter me, In the purple twilights under the sea; Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea, All looking down for the love of me. A latter Luther, and a soldier-priest Our dusted velvets have much need of thee; Brow-beats his desk below. Thou from a throne Mounted in heaven wilt shoot into the dark Arrows of lightnings. I will stand and mark. POEMS. (PUBLISHED 1832.) [This division of this volume was published in the winter of 1832. Some of the poems have been considerably altered. Others have been added, which, with one exception, were written in 1833] |