III. Thou wilt not turn upon thy bed; Thou wilt never raise thine head IV. Crocodiles wept tears for thee; Drip sweeter dews than traitor's tear. Rain makes music in the tree O'er the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave. V. Round thee blow, self-pleached deep, Bramble-roses, faint and pale, And long purples of the dale. Let them rave. These in every shower creep Thro' the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave. VI. The gold-eyed kingcups fine; Kings have no such couch as thine, VII. Wild words wander here and there; But let them rave. The balm-cricket carols clear In the green that folds thy grave. Let them rave. E LOVE AND DEATH. WHAT time the mighty moon was gathering light And talking to himself, first met his sight: 66 You must begone," said Death, "these walks are mine." Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight; Yet ere he parted said, "This hour is thine: Life eminent creates the shade of death; THE BALLAD OF ORIANA. My heart is wasted with my woe, Oriana. There is no rest for me below, Oriana. When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow, And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow, Oriana, Alone I wander to and fro, Oriana. Ere the light on dark was growing, At midnight the cock was crowing, Winds were blowing, waters flowing, We heard the steeds to battle going, Aloud the hollow bugle blowing, Oriana. In the yew-wood black as night, Ere I rode into the fight, Oriana, While blissful tears blinded my sight Oriana, I to thee my troth did plight, She stood upon the castle wall, Oriana: She watch'd my crest among them all, She saw me fight, she heard me call, Atween me and the castle wall, Oriana. The bitter arrow went aside, Oriana: The false, false arrow went aside, Oriana: The damned arrow glanced aside, And pierced thy heart, my love, my bride, Oriana! Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride, Oriana ! |