THE SKY-LARK. 129 A' ARETHUSA. RETHUSA arose From her couch of snows In the Acroceraunian mountains,— From cloud and from crag, With many a jag, Shepherding her bright fountains, In murmurs as soft as sleep; The Earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. Shelley. THE SKY-LARK. IRD of the wilderness, BIR Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Blest is thy dwelling-place,- Oh to abide in the desert with thee! Wild is thy lay, and loud, Far in the downy cloud; Love gives it energy, love gave it birth ! Where art thou journeying? O'er fell and fountain sheen, O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day; Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Low in the heather blooms, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place, Oh to abide in the desert with thee! ON THE SEA. James Hogg. HE pathway of the sinking moon TH Fades from the silent bay; The mountain-isles loom large and faint, Folded in shadows gray, And the lights of land are setting stars O boatman, cease thy mellow song! Let us hear the voice of the midnight sea, Day cannot make thee half so fair, Nor the stars of eve so dear; 131 The arms that clasp and the breast that keeps, They tell me thou art near, And the perfect beauty of thy face In thy murmured words I hear. The lights of land have dropped below The world we leave is a tale that is told,- There is no life in the sphery dark But the love in thee and me! Bayard Taylor. THE ANCIENT MARINER. OMETIMES a-dropping from the sky, SOME I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air And now 'twas like all instruments; Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Coleridge. WHERE LIES THE LAND? WHERE lies the land to which the ship would go?" "Far, far ahead," is all her seamen know. "And where the land she travels from?"—" Away, Far, far behind," is all that they can say. On sunny noons upon the deck's smooth face, On stormy nights, when wild north-westers rave, "Where lies the land to which the ship would go? SEEN AND UNSEEN. "Away, A. H. Clough. 'HE wind ahead, the billows high, THI A whited wave, but sable sky, The wind ahead day after day SEEN AND UNSEEN. Through longing day and lingering night Or gaze out o'er the envious sea, That keeps the hearts I love from me. Yet, ah, how shallow is all grief! To feign forlorn, to 'plain and sigh! The wind ahead? The wind is free! To shores of God still blowing fair, This surging brine I do not sail, Another sea; pure sky its waves, No hapless bark to wreck hath gone. The winds that o'er my ocean run Reach through all heavens beyond the sun : 133 Through life and death, through fate, through time, Grand breaths of God, they sweep sublime. Eternal trades, they cannot veer, And, blowing, teach us how to steer; |