JUVENILIA. CLARIBEL. A MELODY. I. WHERE Claribel low-lieth Thick-leaved, ambrosial, II. At eve the beetle boometh At noon the wild bee hummeth The hollow grot replieth NOTHING WILL DIE. WHEN will the stream be aweary of flowing Under my eye? When will the wind be aweary of blowing Over the sky? When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting? Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die; All things will change Here and there, And the ground Shal be fill'd with life anew. Yet all things must die. The heart will cease to beat; All things must die. Death waits at the door. See our friends are all forsaking Hark! death is calling The jaw is falling, The red cheek paling, The strong limbs failing; Ice with the warm blood mixing; The eyeballs fixing. Nine times goes the passing bell: Ye merry souls, farewell. Had a birth, As all men know, And the old earth must die. And the blue wave beat the shore; For even and morn Ye will never see All things were born. THE KRAKEN. BELOW the thunders of the upper deep; About his shadowy sides: above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height; And far away into the sickly light, green. There hath he lain for ages and will lie Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep, Until the latter fire shall heat the deep; Then once by man and angels to be seen, In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die. SONG. THE winds, as at their hour of birth, |