Sometimes the linnet piped his song; Above the teeming ground. Then, in the boyhood of the year, She seem'd a part of joyous Spring : Now on some twisted ivy net, Her cream-white mule his pastern set: And fleeter now she skimm'd the plains When all the glimmering moorland rings As she fled fast thro' sun and shade, The rein with dainty finger-tips, THE EAGLE. FRAGMENT. HE clasps the crag with crookèd hands; Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; "COME NOT WHEN I AM DEAD." COME not when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime, I care no longer, being all unblest: Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie; MOVE eastward, happy earth, and leave From fringes of the faded eve, Oh, happy planet, eastward go; Till over thy dark shoulder glow Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne, 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! 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 SELECTION FROM THE PRINCESS. "BLAME not thyself too much," I said, "nor blame That seem to keep her up but drag her down— For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse: could we make her as the man, : Yet in the long years liker must they grow; Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; |