"All night I lay in agony, In anguish dark and deep, My fever'd eyes I dar'd not close, But star'd aghast at Sleep: For Sin had render'd unto her The keys of hell to keep. "All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime, With one besetting horrid hint, That rack'd me all the time; A mighty yearning like the first Fierce impulse unto crime; "One stern tyrannic thought, that made "Heavily I rose up, as soon As light was in the sky, And sought the black accursed pool With a wild misgiving eye: And I saw the Dead in the river bed, For the faithless stream was dry. "Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing; But I never mark'd its morning flight, For I was stooping once again "With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran; There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murder'd man. "And all that day I read in school, But my thought was other where ; As soon as the mid-day task was done, In secret I was there; And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, And still the corse was bare! "Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one I WILL not have the mad Clytie, But I will woo the dainty rose, The pea is but a wanton witch, The lily is all in white, like a saint, And the daisy's cheek is tipp'd with a blush, She is of such low degree; Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves, And the broom's betroth'd to the bee; But I will plight with the dainty rose, For fairest of all is she. FAIR INES O SAW ye not fair Ines? To dazzle when the sun is down, O turn again, fair Ines, For fear the Moon should shine alone, And breathes the love against thy cheek Would I had been, fair Ines, That gallant cavalier Who rode so gayly by thy side, Were there no bonny dames at home, That he should cross the seas to win The dearest of the dear? I saw thee, lovely Ines, Descend along the shore, With bands of noble gentlemen, And gentle youth and maidens gay, And snowy plumes they wore ; It would have been a beauteous dream, – If it had been no more! Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song, With Music waiting on her steps, But some were sad, and felt no mirth, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, Farewell, farewell, fair Ines! So fair a lady on its deck, The smile that bless'd one lover's heart THE DEATH-BED WE watch'd her breathing thro' the night, As in her breast the wave of life So silently we seem'd to speak, Our very hopes belied our fears, For when the morn came dim and sad, BALLAD IT was not in the winter That churlish season never frown'd Oh, no- -the world was newly crown'd With flowers when first we met! 'T was twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast; It was the time of roses, We pluck'd them as we pass'd. What else could peer thy glowing cheek, And op'd it to the dainty core, LEAR A POOR old king with sorrow for my crown, Thron'd upon straw, and mantled with the wind For pity, my own tears have made me blind That I might never see my children's frown; And maybe madness like a friend has thrown A folded fillet over my dark mind, So that unkindly speech may sound for kind, Albeit I know not. - I am childish grown, And have not gold to purchase wit withal, I that have once maintain'd most royal state, A very bankrupt now that may not call My child, my child-all-beggar'd save in tears, Wherewith I daily weep an old man's FROM "MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG" HER DEATH 'Tis a stern and startling thing to think How often mortality stands on the brink Of its grave without any misgiving: Ay, Beauty the Girl, and Love the Boy, How their souls would sadden instanter, To remember that one of those wedding bells, Which ring so merrily through the dells, Our last farewells, But breath and blood set doom at nought: Was fluttering round her candle! And when she quench'd the taper's light, How little she thought, as the smoke took flight, That her day was done and merged in a night Of dreams and durations uncertain, But life is sweet, and mortality blind, And still the golden light of the sun Through her golden dream appear'd to run, Though the night that roar'd without was one To terrify seamen or gypsies, While the moon, as if in malicious mirth, But vainly, vainly, the thunder fell, And some object before her glitter'd. |