And yet, tho' its voice be so clear and

And sweet shall your welcome be. O, hither, come hither, and be our lords,

For merry brides are we.
We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak
sweet words;

O. listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten
With pleasure and love and jubilee.
O, listen, listen, your eyes shall glisten
When the sharp clear twang of the
golden chords

Runs up the ridged sea.

Who can light on as happy a shore 40 All the world o'er, all the world o'er ?

Whither away? listen and stay; mari ner, mariner, fly no more.

soul

Of that waste place with joy

Hidden in sorrow. At first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear;

And floating about the under-sky, Prevailing in weakness, the coronach stole

Sometimes afar, and sometimes anear; But anon her awful jubilant voice, With a music strange and manifold, Flow'd forth on a carol free and bold;

Chaunteth not the brooding bee
Sweeter tones than calumny?
Let them rave.

Thou wilt never raise thine head
From the green that folds thy grave.
Let them rave.

IV

Crocodiles wept tears for thee;
The woodbine and eglatere
Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear
Let them rave.

beneath,

Oriana;

4C

lay,

Oriana!

Oriana.

seek,

Oriana?