When clear falls the moonlight;

When spring-tides are low:

When sweet airs come seaward

From heaths starr'd with broom;
And high rocks throw mildly
On the blanch'd sands a gloom:
Up the still, glistening beaches,
Up the creeks we will hie;

Over banks of bright seaweed

The ebb-tide leaves dry.

We will gaze, from the sand-hills, At the white, sleeping town;

At the church on the hill-side

And then come back down.

Singing, "There dwells a lov'd one,

But cruel is she.

She left lonely for ever

The kings of the sea.'

SWITZERLAND.

SWITZERLAND.

I.

TO MY FRIENDS,

WHO RIDICULED A TENDER LEAVE-TAKING.

LAUGH, my Friends, and without blame

Lightly quit what lightly came:

Rich to-morrow as to-day

Spend as madly as you may.
I, with little land to stir,

Am the exacter labourer.

Ere the parting kiss be dry,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Hast liv'd light as these live now :

As these are, thou too wert such:
Much hast had, hast squander'd much."
Fortune's now less frequent heir,
Ah! I husband what's grown rare.
Ere the parting kiss be dry,
Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Young, I said: "A face is gone
If too hotly mus'd upon :

And our best impressions are
Those that do themselves repair.”

Many a face I then let by,

Ah! is faded utterly.

Ere the parting kiss be dry,

Quick, thy tablets, Memory!

Marguerite says: "As last year went, So the coming year 'll be spent: