Other smiles may make you fickle, Love he comes, and love he tarries, Longest stays, when sorest chidden; Bind the sea to slumber stilly, Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver, Love's a fire that needs renewal Love's wing moults when caged and captured, Can you keep the bee from ranging, CLVI. M MARGARET AND DORA. ARGARET 'S beauteous-Grecian arts Yet why, in my heart of hearts, Dora's eyes of heavenly blue The music of her speech. Artists! Margaret's smile receive, And on canvas show it; But for perfect worship leave Q CLVII. EBENEZER ELLIOTT, 1781-1849. PLAINT. DARK, deep, and cold the current flows Unto the sea where no wind blows, Seeking the land which no one knows. O'er its sad gloom still comes and goes Why shrieks for help yon wretch, who goes Though myriads go with him who goes, For all must go where no wind blows, Yet why should he who shrieking goes Alone with God, where no wind blows, And Death, his shadow-doomed, he goes: That God is there the shadow shows. Oh shoreless Deep, where no wind blows! And, thou, oh Land, which no one knows! That God is All, his shadow shows. CLVIII. THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK, 1785-1866. THO THE FRIAR'S SONG. HOUGH I be now a gray, gray friar, Little I recked of matin bell, But drowned its toll with my clanging horn: And the only beads I loved to tell Were the beads of dew on the spangled thorn. An archer keen I was withal, As ever did lean on greenwood tree; And could make the fleetest roebuck fall, A good three hundred yards from me. Though changeful time, with hand severe, |