Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, Nowhere by thee my steps shall be, But here will sigh thine alder-tree, A thousand suns will stream on thee, A. Tennyson. CCC. WATER SONG. Clear and cool, clear and cool, By shining shingle, and foaming wear; And the ivied wall where the church-bell rings, Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. Dank and foul, dank and foul, By the smoky town in its murky cowl; By wharf and sewer and slimy bank; Baser and baser the richer I grow ; Who dare sport with the sin-defiled? Shrink from me, turn from me, mother and child. Strong and free, strong and free; Like a soul that has sinn'd and is pardon'd again. Play by me, bathe in me, mother and child. CCCI. C. Kingsley. IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ. All along the valley, stream that flashest white, I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago. CCCII. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; Dear as remember'd kisses after death, CCCHI. TEARS. Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not Since Adam forfeited the primal lot. Tears! what are tears? The babe weeps in its cot, The bride weeps; and before the oracle Of high-faned hills, the poet has forgot Such moisture on his cheeks. Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place, And touch but tombs,-look up! Those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun. E. B. Browning. |