VI. And the soul of the rose went into my blood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow, and on to the wood, Our wood that is dearer than all; VII. From the meadow your walks have left so sweet That, whenever a March-wind sighs, He sets the jewel-print of your feet In violets blue as your eyes, To the woody hollows in which we meet, VIII. The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake As the pimpernel dozed on the lea; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me; The lilies and roses were all awake, They sighed for the dawn and thee. ΙΧ. Queen rose of the rose-bud garden of girls, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. X. There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear," And the lily whispers, "I wait." XI. She is coming, my own, my sweet; Had I lain for a century dead; DE PROFUNDIS. Out of the Deep, my child, out of the Deep: And nine long months of ante-natal gloom, Our Own; a babe in lineament and limb Live and be happy in thyself, and serve This mortal race, thy kin, so well that men BUGLE SONG. FROM "THE PRINCESS." The splendor falls on castle walls, And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying! Oh hark, oh hear! how thin and clear, Oh love, they die in yon rich sky; They faint on hill, or field, or river: Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying, STANZAS FROM "IN MEMORIAM.” I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods; 1 Tennyson has made the Stanza of "In Memoriam" so peculiarly his own, that the verses of other poets who employ it now seem like imitations. But the Stanza was used by Ben Jonson. It also appears in the following remarkable poem, taken from the Luttrell Collection of Broadsides. There is no indication of date or authorship; but the general tone of the composition, the allusions to the national desire for a free Parliament, the mention of a commonwealth, and the absence of any reference to royalty, show that they must have been written by a Republican in the spring of 1660, during the temporary dictatorship of General Monk: ENGLAND'S VOTE FOR A FREE ELECTION AND A FREE PARLIAMENT. Great God of Nations, and their Right, By whose high Auspice Brittain stands In her own Mainland-storms and Seas, And let not proud and factions men Our Free full Senate's to be made: The Commonwealth. Let whom we name Such, as not seek to get the Start In State, by Faction, Power, or Bribes, Ambition's Bands. But move the Tribes By Virtue, Modesty, Desert; Such as to Justice will adhere, Whatever great one it offend; And from the embracéd Truth not bend From Envy, Hatred, Gifts, or Fear; That by their Deeds will make it known Such the old Bruti, Decii were The Cippi, Curtii, who did give Themselves for Rome: and would not live, As men, good only for a year. Such were the great Camilli too, The Fabii, Scipios; that still thought No work at price enough was bought, That for their country they could do: And to her honour so did knit, As all their Acts were understood The Sinews of the Publick Good, And they themselves one soul with it. These men were truly Magistrates; These neither practised Force, nor Forms, Nor did they leave the helm in storms, And such they are make happy States. |