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They dared not feel new hopes were 'Mid graves, beside the churchyard born
tree, For both, and trembling pleasures new. While summer's light around them 38.
clung. Now neither sat beside the grave,
47. They stood below the old Yew-tree,
He seemed a more than common man, That with its sable shadows gave Whom children passed not heedless A home where grief might love to be. by, 39.
With graven brow of shapely span, They speak of those so lately gone,
And sudden-moving, pensive eye. And words of sorrow dry their tears;
48. And even when the tear flows on Retired and staid was Henry's look, It each to each the more endears. And shrank from men's tumultuous 40.
ways ; For grief like theirs, without remorse, And on the earth as on a book Is yet a gentle hallowed feeling,
He oft would bend his gaze. And darkens not the limpid source
49. Of joy, from love's deep fountain steal. But then at sight of bird or flower, ing.
Or beam that set the clouds in flame, 41.
Or aught that told of joy or power, Thou Breeze of dawn, a music blent Upon the man his genius came. With hues that are a song of light !
50. Thy Sky, whose dome, above them Most flashed his light whene'er he saw bent,
The kind and blooming face of Jane, Expands the cloudless god to sight! When Love, by its supremest law, 42.
Bade care depart, and fears be vain. Thou greenest World, through countless
His Jane was fair to any eye ; Adorned our bouteous home to be! How more than earthly fair to him! So fair beyond the dreams of sages, Her very beauty made you sigh Which are but glimpses caught from To think that it should e'er be dim. thee !
So childlike young, so gravely sweet, And Thou, pervading Soul of All
, With smiles of some disportive sprite, In man's large mind most clearly While blushes clear and fancies fleet shown,
Played o'er in rippling waves of light. Receiving at devotion's call
53. Whate'er of best thy Sire makes It was, in truth, a simple soul known!
That filled with day her great blue 44.
eyes. Bear witness ! ye consenting saw, That made her all one gracious Whole, And shed from all your seats above Unmarred by vain and selfish lies. A strength all evil fears to awe,
54. In those two hearts combined by love. She had no art, and little skill
In aught save Right, and maiden FeelAt morning oft, and oft at eve,
And so she freshened all his life, 46.
As does a sparkling mountain rill, "Twere worth a thoughtful wish to see That plays with scarce a show of strife A loving pair so calm, so young, Around its green aspiring hill.
2. With bold affection, pure and true, Sometimes amid the glimmering meads The lovers rose all fears above,
They walked in August's genial eve, And Faith and Conscience fed with dew And marked above the mill-stream The strong and flame-like flower of reeds love.
The myriad flies their mazes weave
And 'twas once more the autumnal While under heaven's warm lucent hues heaven They felt their eyes and bosoms glow, That saw the Fountain Spirit rise. And learned how fondly Fancy views
15. Fair sights the moment ere they go. Again the youth his fay besought 4.
A mortal's lot with him to share, And then, while earth was darkening for converse all of airy thought o'er,
Contents but souls ensphered in air ; While stars began their tranquil day,
.16 Rejoiced that Nature gives us more " And man will ask below the skies Than all it ever takes away.
That breast may lean to beating breast, 5.
That mingling hands and answering In earliest autumn's fading woods
eyes Remote from eyes they roamed at morn, May halve the toil and glad the rest. And saw how Time transmuting broods
17. O'er all that into Time is born.
"• I too,' she said, and saying darkened, 6.
• Must speak to thee of certain doom, That
power which men would fain To thee for whom my deeps have forget,
hearkened, The law of change and slow decay,
And oft have felt unwonted gloom. Came to them with a mild regret,
18. A brightness veiled in softening gray.
“ . For thee my heart, so calmly blest, 7.
Has throbbed with keener hopes and While in this mood one day they sat
joys; Beside a lonely woodland spring, My waves have sparkled unrepressed, On moss that spread a living mat, And breathed for thee more vocal The fountain's verdant fairy-ring
19. To Jane her lover slowly said,
66. Too fond has been our mutual love “ The time, the scene, recal to me To last beneath yon clouded sun ; A story of a youth and maid
And fate, that sternly sits above, In famous lands beyond the sea.
Decrees our bliss already done. 9.
20. “ In land of Greece in ancient days, “ • At morn or eve thou must no more A man, by many dreams possessed, Return for commune sweet with me; Would wander oft from trodden ways, My gaze on mortal eye is o'er, And rudest wilds he loved the best. Because it may not feed on thee. 10.
21. • He strewed his thoughts along the “Thou must in other pathways roam, gale,
But sometimes think that once we met ; He gave his heart to earth and sky, I seek my lonely cavern home, To trees his life's fantastic tale
There still to live, but not forget.' Was known, but not to mortal eye,
“ The tinkling words were hardly said, “ His soul devout, his shaping mind,
When sank the fountain's mournful Had power at last o'er mystic things, daughter; And could the silent charms unbind The youth, to grasp the form that fled, That chain the fountain's icy springs. Sprang shrieking down the fatal water. 12.
23. “ There shone a breezeless autumn " - Dear Jane, 'tis but a graceful
story, When o'er the crystal cell arose To soothe and not oppress the mind; A woman from the waters born,
But now the year is turning hoary, And fair as aught our fancy knows. I hear it moaned by every wind. 13.
24. • He sought to make the maid his own, “ And in the autumn's look I trace, For earthly love a human bride ; I know not why, a threatening stare, Her voice had love's pathetic tone, Nor e'en thy dear and rosy face But still her words the suit denied. Can disenchant the spell-bound air. 14.
25. « One day of pure delight was given “ Yet well I know 'tis empty dream, In every month of changing skies, And vainer still the legend's voice,
For if too fond man's love may seem, As doubting in his look to trace
33. “ Begone ye fears that round us wait, She saw his cheek so worn and pale, The soul's dim twilight hour possess- She saw the dark expanded eye, ing!
And read the unimagined tale A Will beyond the Grecian Fate Of sure and near mortality. Has given us love's unstinted bless
Her shuddering face she stooped in 27.
dread, Jane listened first with pensive gaze, And then once more was fain to look ; Then dread disturbed her seeking Slow tears her eyes o’erladen shed glance,
On his thin hand, that feebly shook. Though she but half could read the
They spoke not, ere they rose to go, That told the heathen land's romance. And walked towards the far church28.
tower; But clear she saw, and truly felt, Side pressed to side, they journeyed That Henry was not well at ease;
slow, 'Twas not a grief obscurely spelt, While passed one voiceless, throbbing But plain as aught the spirit sees.
36. Her arms around his neck she threw, But when they reached the burialAgainst his cheek her head she laid,
ground, And he could feel the sigh she drew, They turned and looked o'er hill and Could feel the passion of the maid.
from misery's Then first upon her soul it broke
swound, That Time their lives might sever ; He faintly said to JaneFrom joy's delightful trance she woke,
37. And it was gone for ever :
• The autumn woods are fair to see, 31.
Its clouds with straggling sunshine As when a child first snaps the band That close to home has bound him ; But lovelier will the springtime be, Or as the sailor dreams of land,
When warmth, and hope, and life reAnd wakes with waves around him.
38. Long time she paused, and hid her With long, sad smiles; of sorrow bred, face,
The fate-struck lovers left each other, Then raised her head in piteous sor- Whiłe both at heart more deeply bled row,
Than even for a buried mother.
The father did not loudly blame, Slow dragged along the unsmiling But sat in unrejoicing thought.
year, With winds, and mist, and foliage At last he spoke, with lingering torn;
tongue : . And, though their green love grew not “ My friend, I will not say you no, sere,
Though Jane is still but weak and They could not cease to mourn.
From her old father's side to go. But still they strove to feed their hope,
5. Though faint and worn away with “ Indeed, 'twould be a wiser plan, fears,
If you could come and live with me; Though in their passion's ample scope Though I am not a book-learned man, Was room for many tears.
With her to help we might agree. 3.
6. To see the Sexton Henry came,
« The house and fields are all my own, And told how great a thing he sought ;
And will be his who weds with her,
No time, no rest for thought allowed, “ And after me, 'tis plain to think, Regrets will wake, and move, and ask, My son may be the sexton too;
And speak the more, not speaking But for your books, and pen, and ink,
loud. I know not what's the good they do.
“ And you will muse, from day to day, Ah! well, I see you hang your Of all you might have been and done; head;
Of wisdom widening men's highway, And where, my friend, 's the need of Of goodness warming like the sun. shame?
19. "Tis not too late to change your trade, “ And you for want of those will pine And then—why, Jane may change her who might reflect your fancy's hues ;
Perhaps will think the fault is mine 9.
Of all the nobler life
lose." “ To-morrow evening come again ;
20. Till then, at least, I'll not refuse ; Half-turned the maid, as if to part, I would not cross the wish of Jane, Affrighted by the imagin'd pain, Though she, I fear, is young to But Henry pressed her on his heart, choose.”
And kissed her eyes, and spoke again : 10.
21. Before that eve, it so befell
“ Though this were true that sounds so The lovers met beside the tree,
strange, And Henry said—“ 'Twere vain to Yet need we not at once decide ; tell
Perhaps your father's mind
may That I would give all else for thee :
And hopes be ours now undescried. " But, Jane, although I should desire
22. My thoughts and aims in sleep were Your love is not forbidden yet ; laid,
It shames not you, it blesses me. My limbs the needful strength require The past we never can forget, To ply a labourer's busy spade.” And happier may the future be.”
12. « Oh! well,” she said, “I know it all! The evening came, and trembling My father's wish can never be.
stood Oh! could we but the past recall
, The lover at the father's door, So you again were calm and free! And found within the maid he wooed, 13.
And that old man so bent and hoar. “ Yet, Henry, still our love is sweet,
24. The best of life I e'er have known, Their trimmest garb had each put on, And if again we never meet,
Around was neatness, comfort, cheer ; I oft shall think it o'er alone.
The clouds appeared to distance gone, 14.
And Jane's bright face bespoke not “ These fallen leaves were bright and fear. green
25. The day that first I heard you speak ; She sat upon her mother's chair, How many hours have passed between, And poured the drink that Henry Strengthening my heart, though still ’tis
loved ; weak !
Her tea with him 'twas joy to share, 15.
And sit beside him unreproved. I seem to look with larger eyes,
26. And deeper thoughts within me And close beside the blazing fire stream;
Was placed the old man's easy seat ; More lovelier sights around me rise, The flames, now low, then shooting And gifts bestowed by you they seem.
Cast o'er him glimpses bright and “ But yet it must not be, I know ;
fleet. Whate'er the unpausing moment's
They showed a face more soft than Great hopes within your bosom grow, bold, That never yet have found a voice. Though keen the look of settled will ;
With lines that many winters told, But when the waste has reached an But little stir of good and ill.'
The gains of thrift are coming in. And thus the untroubled, aged man,
39. His long-experienced lesson spake, “And ever I have seen that they In words that painfully began,
Who least had cause to fear the morrow, While slow his pondering seemed to Have cheeriest walked the open way, wake :
Nor hung their heads in sorrow. 29.
40. * Perhaps you think, dear daughter “Who does not feel how hard the Jane,
thought My wishes neither kind nor wise, For one whose life must soon be o'er, Because I keep a sober brain,
That all his days have added nought, And look about with wistful eyes. But still made less man's little store? 30.
41. " Yet surely I have lived and wrought “And therefore, Jane, I think it right More years than you or he you love; That you should choose a gainful man, And it must be a foolish thought One working hard from morn till night, Of yours that I cannot approve Gathering and hoarding all he can. 31.
42 “I know not who can better learn “ Yet, mind you well, I do not say Than one who lives so long as L, But Henry may your husband be; Who all life long have tried to earn,
Though much I doubt if learning's pay And still have set my earnings by. Will keep a house from leanness free. 32.
43. "And I have seen a many score
“His health, by study much abused, Of men and women laid in earth; Seems now, if well I mark, to pine; I mostly, too, can tell them o'er,
And then he has been always used) And all their prosperings, e'en from To nurture delicate and fine. birth.
“His mother's stipend ceased with her "And always I have seen withal And he, I know, must needs be poor; That thriftiest heads honoured And so methinks it better were most;
That you and he should love no more And those who into misery fall,
45. By them respect is quickly lost.
“ But stay till winter days be past, 34.
And when the spring returns again, "A man who gains and keeps to- It still I find your liking last, gether,
Why then-nay, come and kiss me, k like the tree that yearly grows,
Jane." That, stout and strong in wintry
Thus wandered round his maze of A goodly crop in summer shows.
The long-experienced man; “But he who spends and wastes away,
Determined both the twain to teach, Is like a tree decayed within ;
Through all his saws he ran. Though still the leaves and bloom be
With eyes upon the table bent, Its top will soon be shrunk and thin. - The maiden stooped her glowing face, 36.
But Henry gazed with look intent, Or see the gleaner winnowing grain, The father's inmost thought to trace. The empty chaff goes flying ;
48. The plump, full, yellow seeds remain, And when of sinking health he spoke, Like gold for profit lying.
The lover's brow was flushed with red, 37.
While Jane turned white beneath the “The chaff may glitter in the sun,
stroke, And dance before the wind,
With anguish more than dreaj But I would rather look upon
49. The quiet heap behind.
But when the closing promise came 38.
They both were comforted and cheered; What some within an hour would For, freed from strife, remorse, and spend,
blame, The wise man takes a day to win; The old man's eye no more they feared.