Romance "Turn again, turn again!" once they rang and Reality cheerily, While a boy listened alone; Made his heart yearn again, musing so wearily Poor bells! I forgive you; your good days are over, And mine, they are yet to be; No listening, no longing, shall aught, aught dis cover; You leave the story to me. The foxglove shoots out of the green matted heather, And hangeth her hoods of snow; She was idle, and slept till the sunshiny weather: I wish and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; I wait for the day when dear hearts shall dis cover, While dear hands are laid on my head, "The child is a woman-the book may close over, For all the lessons are said." I wait for my story: the birds cannot sing it, The bells cannot ring it, but long years, oh bring it! Such as I wish it to be. Romance and Reality JEAN INGELOW. The Long White Seam As I came round the harbor buoy, No wave the land-locked harbor stirred, It's aye sewing ashore, my dear, It's reef and furl, and haul the line, I climbed to reach her cottage door; Like a shaft of light her voice breaks forth, As the shining water leaped of old When stirred by angel wings. Aye longing to list anew, Romance and Reality Sewing her long white seam. Fair fall the lights, the harbor lights, That brought me in to thee, And peace drop down on that low roof, For the sight that I did see, And the voice, my dear, that rang so clear, For O, for O, with brows bent low, By the flickering candle's gleam, Her wedding gown it was she wrought, Sewing the long white seam. JEAN INGELOW. Hannah Binding Shoes Poor lone Hannah, Sitting at the window, binding shoes! Sitting, stitching, in a mournful muse. Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. Not a neighbor Passing, nod or answer will refuse 66 Oh, her heart's adrift with one Night and morning, Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. Fair young Hannah, Ben, the sunburnt fisher, gaily wooes; For a willing heart and hand he sues. And the waves are laughing so! Hannah leaves her window and her shoes. May is passing; 'Mid the apple-boughs a pigeon cooes; For the mild south-wester mischief brews. Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. Now no tear her wasted cheek bedews, Not a sail returning will she lose, Whispering hoarsely: "Fishermen, Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. Romance and Reality Romance and Reality Twenty winters Bleak and drear the ragged shore she views, Never one has brought her any news, Chase the white sails o'er the sea;- Hannah's at the window, binding shoes. LUCY LARCOM. Lord Ullin's Daughter A Chieftain to the Highlands bound "Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle "O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, "And fast before her father's men His horsemen hard behind us ride- |