Oh! narrow, narrow was the space,

Loud, loud rung out the bugle's brays,

Oh! deathful stabs were dealt apace,
The battle deepen'd in its place,

Oriana ;
But I was down upon my face,


They should have stabb’d me where I lay,

Oriana !
How could I rise and come away,

Oriana ?
How could I look upon the day?
They should have stabb’d me where I lay,

They should have trod me into clay,


Oh! breaking heart that will not break,

Oriana ;
Oh! pale, pale face so sweet and meek,

Thou smilest, but thou dost not speak,
And then the tears run down my cheek,

Oriana :
What wantest thou? whom dost thou seek,

Oriana ?

I cry aloud : none hear my cries,

Thou comest atween me and the skies,

I feel the tears of blood arise
Up from my heart unto my eyes,

Within thy heart my arrow lies,


Oh cursed hand! oh cursed blow!

Oriana !
Oh happy thou that liest low,

Oriana !
All night the silence seems to flow
Beside me in my utter woe,

A weary, weary way I go,


When Norland winds pipe down the sea,

I walk, I dare not think of thee,

Thou liest beneath the greenwood tree,
I dare not die and come to thee,

I hear the roaring of the sea,



Two children in two neighbour villages
Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas ;
Two strangers meeting at a festival ;
Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall ;
Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease ;
Two graves grass-green beside a gray church-tower,
Wash'd with still rains and daisy-blossomed ;
Two children in one hamlet born and bred ;
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.


Who would be
A merman bold
Sitting alone,
Singing alone
Under the sea,
With a crown of gold,
On a throne ?

I would be a merman bold ; I would sit and sing the whole of the day ; I would fill the sea-halls with a voice of power ; But at night I would roam abroad and play With the mermaids in and out of the rocks, Dressing their hair with the white sea-flower ; And holding them back by their flowing locks I would kiss them often under the sea, And kiss them again till they kiss'd me

Laughingly, laughingly ; And then we would wander away, away To the pale-green sea-groves straight and high,

Chasing each other merrily.

There would be neither moon nór star ;
But the wave would make music above us afar-
Low thunder and light in the magic night-

Neither moon nor star.
We would call aloud in the dreamy dells,
Call to each other and whoop and cry

All night, merrily, merrily ;
They would pelt me with starry spangles and shells,
Laughing and clapping their hands between,

All night, merrily, merrily :
But I would throw to them back in mine
Turkis and agate and almondine :
Then leaping out upon them unseen
I would kiss them often under the sea,
And kiss them again till they kiss'd me

Laughingly, laughingly.
Oh! what a happy life were mine
Under the hollow-hung ocean green !
Soft are the moss-beds under the sea ;
We would live merrily, merrily.

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