You might have won the Poet's name, If such be worth the winning now, And gain'd a laurel for your brow Of sounder leaf than I can claim; But you have made the wiser choice, And you have miss'd the irreverent doom For now the Poet cannot die Nor leave his music as of old, But round him ere he scarce be cold Begins the scandal and the cry: "Proclaim the faults he would not show: Ah shameless! for he did but sing He gave the people of his best: His worst he kept, his best he gave. My Shakespeare's curse on clown and knave Who will not let his ashes rest! Who make it seem more sweet to be The little life of bank and brier, The bird that pipes his lone desire And dies unheard within his tree, Than he that warbles long and loud TO E. L., ON HIS TRAVELS IN GREECE. 273 TO E. L., ON HIS TRAVELS IN GREECE. LLYRIAN woodlands, echoing falls Of water, sheets of summer glass, Tomohrit, Athos, all things fair, And trust me while I turn'd the page, And track'd you still on classic ground, For me the torrent ever pour'd And glisten'd here and there alone A glimmering shoulder under gloom From him that on the mountain lea By dancing rivulets fed his flocks, * IT LADY CLARE. T was the time when lilies blow, And clouds are highest up in air, Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe To give his cousin, Lady Clare. I trow they did not part in scorn: "He does not love me for my birth, In there came old Alice the nurse, Said, "Who was this that went from thee?" "It was my cousin,” said Lady Clare, "To-morrow he weds with me." "O God be thank'd!" said Alice the nurse, "That all comes round so just and fair : Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands, And you are not the Lady Clare.” "Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse?" Said Lady Clare, "that ye speak so wild?" "As God's above," said Alice the nurse, "I speak the truth: you are my child. "The old Earl's daughter died at my breast; "Falsely, falsely have ye done, O mother," she said, "if this be true, 66 Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, "If I'm a beggar born," she said, "Nay now, my child," said Alice the nurse, She said "Not so: but I will know "Nay now, what faith?" said Alice the nurse, "The man will cleave unto his right." "And he shall have it," the lady replied, "Tho' I should die to-night." "Yet give one kiss to your mother dear! |