THE NIGHT-WIND 'Now I can tell by thine altered cheek, And by the words thou scarce dost speak, 'Yes-I could swear that glorious wind Has dashed its memory from thy mind · And thou art now a spirit pouring The thunder of the tempest's roaring, · An universal influence, From thine own influence free; A principle of life—intense— Lost to mortality. 'Thus truly, when that breast is cold, The captive with the skies. Nature's deep being, thine shall hold, Her spirit all thy spirit fold, Her breath absorb thy sighs. Mortal! though soon life's tale is told, Who once lives, never dies!' EMILY BRONTË. Song BRING from the craggy haunts of birch and pine, Thou wild wind, bring Keen forest odours from that realm of thine, O wind, O mighty, melancholy wind, Thou blowest forgotten things into my mind, OL JOHN TODHUnter. Morning-Land LD English songs, you bring to me At cock-crow chime out three and four, Clattering about the dairy floor. SIEGFRIED Sassoon. "There was a Boy' THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander !—many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began ; "THERE WAS A BOY' And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands That they might answer him.—And they would shout Of jocund din! And, when there came a pause With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received This boy was taken from his mates, and died Where he was born and bred: the churchyard hangs Upon a slope above the village-school; And through that church-yard when my way has led A long half-hour together I have stood WILLIAM Wordsworth. Self-Dependence EARY of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At the vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea. And a look of passionate desire O'er the sea and to the stars I send : 'Ye who from childhood my up have calmed me, Calm me, ah, compose me to the end. Ah, once more,' I cried, 'ye stars, ye waters, On my heart your mighty charm renew: Still, still let me, as 1 gaze upon you, Feel my soul becoming vast like you! From the intense, clear, star-sown vault of heaven, Over the lit sea's unquiet way, In the rustling night-air came the answer: 'Wouldst thou be as these are? Live as they. 6 • Unaffrighted by the silence round them, Undistracted by the sights they see, These demand not that the things without them 'And with joy the stars perform their shining, SELF-DEPENDENCE 'Bounded by themselves, and unobservant O air-born voice! long since, severely clear, MATTHEW ARNOLD. ET To a Skylark THEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home! WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. |