THE KRAKEN. BELOW the thunders of the upper deep; From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green. SONG. THE winds, as at their hour of birth, Breathed low around the rolling earth With mellow preludes, 'We are free.' The streams thro' many a lilied row Down-carolling to the crisped sea, Low-tinkled with a bell-like flow Atween the blossoms, 'We are free.' LILIAN. I. AIRY, fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When I ask her if she love me, Claps her tiny hands above me, She'll not tell me if she love me, II. When my passion seeks Pleasance in love-sighs, She, looking thro' and thro' me Thoroughly to undo me, Smiling, never speaks: So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple, From beneath her gathered wimple Glancing with black-beaded eyes, Till the lightning laughters dimple The baby-roses in her cheeks; Then away she flies. III. Prythee weep, May Lilian! Gaiety without eclipse Wearieth me, May Lilian : Thro' my very heart it thrilleth When from crimson-threaded lips Silver-treble laughter trilleth : Prythee weep, May Lilian. IV. Praying all I can, If prayers will not hush thee, Airy Lilian, Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee, Fairy Lilian. ISABEL. I. EYES not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed Pure vestal thoughts in the translucent fane Revered Isabel, the crown and head, The stately flower of female fortitude, Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead. II. The intuitive decision of a bright And thorough-edged intellect to part Error from crime; a prudence to withhold; Upon the blanched tablets of her heart; |