Poems: Early poems, narrative poems, and sonnets

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Macmillan and Company, 1877
 

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Page 240 - Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam, Where the salt weed sways in the stream, Where the sea-beasts, ranged all round, Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground; 40 Where the sea-snakes coil and twine, Dry their mail and bask in the brine; Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye?
Page 242 - And so she sings her fill, Singing most joyfully, Till the spindle drops from her hand, And the whizzing wheel stands still. She steals to the window, and looks at the sand, And over the sand at the sea; And her eyes are set in a stare...
Page 243 - Lights shine in the town. She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door ; She will hear the winds howling, Will hear the waves roar. We shall see, while above us The waves roar and whirl, A ceiling of amber, A pavement of pearl. Singing : " Here came a mortal, But faithless was she ! And alone dwell forever The kings of the sea.
Page 238 - THE FORSAKEN MERMAN, COME, dear children, let us away ; Down and away below ! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow ; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away ! This way, this way ! Call her once before you go— 10 Call once yet ! In a voice that she will know ;
Page 241 - For the priest and the bell, and the holy well; For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun!
Page 114 - But let us speak no more of this! I find My father; let me feel that I have found! Come, sit beside me on this sand, and take My head betwixt thy hands, and kiss my cheeks, And wash them with thy tears, and say: My son!
Page 23 - REQUIESCAT Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! Her mirth the world required; She bathed it in smiles of glee. But her heart was tired, tired, And now they let her be. Her life was turning, turning, In mazes of heat and sound.
Page 103 - Was choked with rage ; at last these words broke way :"Girl ! nimble with thy feet, not with thy hands ! Curl'd minion, dancer, coiner of sweet words ! Fight, let me hear thy hateful voice no more ! Thou art not in Afrasiab's gardens now...
Page 91 - The Tartar challenge, and this young man's name ; Haply he will forget his wrath, and fight. Stand forth the while, and take their challenge up." So spake he ; and Ferood stood forth and cried, — " Old man, be it agreed as thou hast said ! Let Sohrab arm, and we will find a man.
Page 9 - In Harmony -with Nature. TO A PREACHER. ' TN harmony with Nature?' Restless fool, Who with such heat dost preach what were to thee, When true, the last impossibility — To be like Nature strong, like Nature cool ! Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more, And in that more lie all his hopes of good.

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