"Am I so changed?—and yet we two From wreaths which thou hast made; We have knelt down and said one prayer, And sung one vesper strain; My soul is dim with clouds of care- "Life hath been heavy on my headI come a stricken deer, Bearing the heart, midst crowds that bled, To bleed in stillness here." She gazed, till thoughts that long had slept She fell upon his neck and wept, Her brother's name !-and who was he, A stranger to his own? He was the bard of gifts divine To sway the souls of men: ULLA; OR, THE ADJURATION 125 ULLA; OR, THE ADJURATION "Yet speak to me! I have outwatched the stars, "THOU'RT gone!-thou'rt slumbering low, But a haunting dream to love thee ! To greet the spring-time hours, The white spray up in showers. There's a shadow of the grave on thy hearth and round thy home; Come to me from the ocean's dead!-thou'rt surely of them-come!" 'Twas Ulla's voice! Alone she stood In the Iceland summer night, Far gazing o'er a glassy flood From a dark rock's beetling height. "I know thou hast thy bed Where the sea-weed's coil hath bound thee; The storm sweeps o'er thy head, But the depths are hushed around thee. What wind shall point the way To the chambers where thou'rt lying? Come to me thence, and say If thou thought'st on me in dying? I will not shrink to see thee with a bloodless lip and cheek. Come to me from the ocean's dead !—thou'rt surely of them-speak!" She listened-'twas the wind's low moan, "I know each fearful spell But I adjure not thee By magic sign or song; My voice shall stir the sea By love-the deep, the strong! By the might of woman's tears, by the passion of her sighs, Come to me from the ocean's dead!-by the vows we pledged, arise!" Again she gazed with an eager glance, Wandering and wildly bright; — She saw but the sparkling waters dance "By the slow and struggling death ULLA; OR, THE ADJURATION By the weight of gloom which clings By the heavy dawn which brings Naught lovely to the sight 127 By all that from my weary soul thou hast wrung of grief and fear, Come to me from the ocean's dead! Awake, arise, appear!" Was it her yearning spirit's dream? And o'er the hushed wave glide and gleam, "Have the depths heard? They have! My voice prevails: thou'rt there, Dim from thy watery grave— O thou that wert so fair! Yet take me to thy rest! There dwells no fear with love; While the billow rolls above! Where the long-lost things lie hid, where the bright ones have their home, We will sleep among the ocean's dead. Stay for me, stay!-I come!" There was a sullen plunge below, A flashing on the main; And the wave shut o'er that wild heart's woe Shut, and grew still again. TO WORDSWORTH THINE is a strain to read among the hills, Even such is thy deep song, that seems a part Or its calm spirit fitly may be taken To the still breast in sunny garden bowers, Or by some hearth where happy faces meet, Or where the shadows of dark solemn yews True bard and holy !-thou art even as one |