V "Sweet Highland Girl! a very shower While Hope and Love around thee played, Have they, who nursed the blossom, seen When youth had flown did hope still bless Of innocence survive to mitigate distress? VI But from our course why turn-to tread Nor take one ray of light from Thee; For in my Fancy thou dost share The gift of immortality; And there shall bloom, with Thee allied, The Votaress by Lugano's side; And that intrepid Nymph, on Uri's steep descried! William Wordsworth [1770-1850) BLACKMWORE MAIDENS THE primrwose in the sheäde do blow, The cowslip in the zun, The thyme upon the down do grow, The clote where streams do run; Blackmwore Maidens. An' where do pretty maïdens grow If you could zee their comely gait, You'd own the pretty maïdens' pleäce If you vrom Wimborne took your road, An' all the farmers' housen showed An' if you looked 'ithin their door, Then let en look en out a wife As I upon my road did pass A school-house back in May, In Blackmwore by the Stour." 323 William Barnes [1801-1886] A PORTRAIT "One name is Elizabeth " BEN JONSON I WILL paint her as I see her. And her face is lily-clear, Lily-shaped, and dropped in duty Oval cheeks encolored faintly, And a forehead fair and saintly, Face and figure of a child,— Though too calm, you think, and tender, Yet child-simple, undefiled, Frank, obedient, waiting still Moving light, as all young things, Only, free from flutterings Of loud mirth that scorneth measure- Choosing pleasures, for the rest, Which come softly-just as she, Quiet talk she liketh best, In a bower of gentle looks,- A Portrait And her voice, it murmurs lowly, And her smile it seems half holy, And if any poet knew her, He would sing of her with falls And if any painter drew her, And if reader read the poem, He would whisper-"You have done a And a dreamer (did you show him That same picture) would exclaim, ""Tis my angel, with a name!" And a stranger,-when he sees her And all voices that address her, And all fancies yearn to cover The hard earth, whereon she passes, And all hearts do pray, "God love her!" We may all be sure HE DOTH. 325 Elizabeth Barrett Browning [1806-1861] TO A CHILD OF FANCY THE nests are in the hedgerows, My darling child of fancy, Blue eyes, with long brown lashes, Thickets of golden curl, Red little lips disclosing Twin rows of fairy pearl, Cheeks like the apple blossom, A whole Spring's fickle changes, Far off, I see the season When thy childhood's course is run, And thy girlhood opens wider Beneath the growing sun, And the rose begins to redden, But the violets are done. And further still the summer, If I should see thy autumn, |