FLIGHT THE SECOND. THE CHILDREN'S HOUR. B ETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to Comes a pause in the day's occupations, I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, A whisper, and then a silence : Yet I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me ; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Is not a match for you all! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you for ever, Yes, for ever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away! ENCELADUS. NDER Mount Etna he lies, For he struggles at times to arise, And above him the lurid skies Are hot with his fiery breath. The crags are piled on his breast, And the nations far away Are watching with eager eyes; And the old gods, the austere Stand aghast and white with fear At the ominous sounds they hear, And tremble, and mutter, "At length !" Ah me! for the land that is sown Where ashes are heaped in drifts His head through the blackened rifts See, see! the red light shines! 'Tis the glare of his awful eyes! And the storm-wind shouts through the pines Of Alps and of Apennines, "Enceladus, arise!" |