As though it hung on strong wires, turn'd For Robert, both his eyes were dry,― With a start Up Godmar rose, thrust them apart; Then Godmar turn'd again, and said— This was the parting that they had RICHARD HENGIST HORNE. HAJARLIS. I loved Hajarlis, and was loved,— And in my heart she also shone, A Sheik unto Hajarlis came, And said-" Thy beauty fires my dreams : Young Ornab spurn! fly to my tent! So shalt thou walk in golden beams." But from the Sheik my maiden turn'd, And I was fasten'd to a tree. Nor bread nor water had she there; But oft a slave would come and go; O'er the pit bent he, muttering words,- The simoom came with sullen glare! Breathed Desert-mysteries through my tree!— I only heard the starving sighs From that pit's mouth unceasingly. Day after day-night after night- For my sake, in my wild despair. Calm strode the Sheik, look'd down the pit, 66 And said " Thy beauty now is gone; Thy last moans will thy lover hear, While thy slow torments feed my scorn!" They spared me that I still might know Her life-and mine-were with the past. A friend that night cut through my bonds; And cried-" A Spirit comes array'd, From that dark pit, in golden beams! Thy slaves are fled, thy camels mad,— Hajarlis once more fires thy dreams!" The camels blindly trod him down, While still we drove them o'er his bed; Then with a stone I beat his breast, As I would smite him ten times dead. MARY BETHAM HOWITT. THE FAIRies of the CALDON LOW. A Midsummer Legend. "And where have you been? my Mary! "And what did you see, my Mary! And I saw the merry winds blow." "And what did you hear, my Mary! All up on the Caldon Hill?" "I heard the drops of the water made, And the ears of the green corn fill." "O tell me all, my Mary! All, all that ever you know : "Then take me on your knee, Mother! "And their harp-strings rung so merrily "And what were the words, my Mary! That then you heard them say?” "I'll tell you all, my mother! But let me have my way. "Some of them play'd with the water, And roll'd it down the hill; 'And this,' they said, 'shall speedily turn The poor old miller's mill. "For there has been no water Ever since the first of May; 6 And a busy man will the miller be At dawning of the day. "O the miller how he will laugh When he sees the mill-dam rise! The jolly old miller, how he will laugh "And some, they seized the little winds That sounded over the hill; And each put a horn unto his mouth, And blew both loud and shrill ; "And there,' they said,' the merry winds go Away from every horn, And they shall clear the mildew dank 66 Though she has been blind so long, She'll be blithe enough when the mildew's gone "And some, they brought the brown lint-seed, And flung it down from the Low; 'And this,' they said,—' by the sunrise In the weaver's croft shall grow. "O the poor lame weaver, How will he laugh outright When he sees his dwindling flax-field "And then outspake a brownie, "I've spun a piece of hempen cloth, "With that I could not help but laugh, |