All day within the dreamy house, The doors upon their hinges creak'd; The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd, Or from the crevice peered about. Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. She only said, 'My life is dreary, 60 65 He cometh not,' she said; The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The poplar made, did all confound BREAK, BREAK, BREAK BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! O, well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. BUGLE SONG [From The Princess] THE splendor falls on castle walls 15 Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, 5 Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. TEARS, IDLE TEARS 'TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, ΙΟ 15 'Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, 'Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns 'Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.' ΙΟ 15 20 With trembling fingers did we weave At our old pastimes in the hall 5 We gamboll'd, making vain pretence Of gladness, with an awful sense Of one mute Shadow watching all. We paused: the winds were in the beech: And in a circle hand-in-hand Sat silent, looking each at each. Then echo-like our voices rang ; We sung, tho' every eye was dim, A merry song we sang with him Last year; impetuously we sang. We ceased; a gentler feeling crept Upon us surely rest is meet. They rest,' we said, 'their sleep is sweet,' And silence follow'd, and we wept. |