LULLABY LEEP, sleep, lovely white soul; SLE The little mouse cheeps plaintively, The night-bird in the chestnut treeThey sing together, bird and mouse, In starlight, in darkness, lonely, sweet, The wild notes and the faint notes meetSleep, sleep, lovely white soul. Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul; Amid the lilies floats the moth, The mole along his galleries goeth Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul; Time comes to keep night-watch with thee, The wind cries up the whispering hill— Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul. WALTER DE LA MARE I THE SONG OF SONGS "The song of songs, which is Solomon's" AM the rose of Sharon, And the lily of the valleys. As the lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughters. As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, I sat down under his shadow with great delight, I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, That ye stir not up, or awake my beloved, till he please. The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, Skipping upon the hills. My beloved is like a roe or a young hart; Behold, he standeth behind our wall, He looketh forth at the windows, My beloved spake, And said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape Give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. My beloved is mine, And I, am his; He feedeth among the lilies Until the day break and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, And be thou like a roe Or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. SOLOMON A TO SLEEP FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky: I've thought of all by turns, and yet do lie Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, Without thee what is all the morning's wealth? THE SHEPHERDESS HE walks—the lady of my delight— SA shepherdess of sheep. А Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white; She guards them from the steep; She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep. She roams maternal hills and bright, Dark valleys safe and deep. Into that tender breast at night The chastest stars may peep. She walks the lady of my delight A shepherdess of sheep. She holds her little thoughts in sight, She walks-the lady of my delight- ALICE MEYNELL |