164 THE LEGEND OF THE STEPMOTHER. I heard the cry of a little one, My bairn that could neither talk nor run Starving for lack of the milk of the breast! And I kissed and kissed, and I could not weep, VI. As it lay asleep, as it lay asleep, I gazed in his eyes, and he shrieked in pain, ROBERT BUCHANAN. THERE's no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's no rain left in heaven. I've said my "Seven times" over and over Seven times one are seven. 166 I am old SEVEN TIMES ONE. so old I can write a letter; The lambs play always- they know no better; O Moon! in the night I have seen you sailing You were bright— ah, bright! — but your light is failing : You Moon, have you done something wrong in heaven, I hope, if you have, you will soon be forgiven, You 've powdered your legs with gold. O columbine! open your folded wrapper, O cuckoo-pint! toll me the purple clapper And show me your nest, with the young ones in it I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet! I am seven times one to-day. JEAN INGELOW. WHEN I COME HOME. AROUND me Life's hell of fierce ardors burns, When I come home, when I come home; The sobs in the dark, and the dropping of tears; Home, home, when I come home — I walk under Night's triumphal arch, When I come home, when I come home, Exulting with life like a conqueror's march, When I come home, when I come home. I pass by the rich-chambered mansions that shine, Overflowing with splendor like goblets with wine: I have fought, I have vanquished, the dragon of toil, And before me my golden Hesperides smile; And O, but Love's flowers make rich the gloom, When I come home, when I come home! Home, home, when I come home Far i' the night, when I come home! 168 WHEN I COME HOME. O, the sweet, merry mouths upturned to be kist, As I clasp thee, my winsome, wooing Wife! And thy pale cheek with rich, tender passion doth bloom Home, home, when I come home Far i' the night, when I come home! Clouds fall off the shining face of my life, When I come home, when I come home, Home, home, when I come home: Far i' the night, when I come home! GERALD MASSEY. |