Narrowing in to where they sat assembled Till the fountain spouted, showering wide As 'twere a hundred-throated nightingale, Ran into its giddiest whirl of sound, And warn'd that madman ere it grew too late: But, as in dreams, I could not. Mine was broken, When that cold vapour touch'd the palace gate, And link'd again. I saw within my head Who slowly rode across a wither'd heath, IV. |‘Wrinkled ostler, grim and thin ! Here is custom come your way; Stuff his ribs with mouldy hay. 'Bitter barmaid, waning fast! See that sheets are on my bed; 'Slip-shod waiter, lank and sour, Let us hob-and-nob with Death. Unheeded and I thought I would have Ruin'd trunks on wither'd forks, : spoken, Empty scarecrows, I and you! Tomohrit, Athos, all things fair, With such a pencil, such a pen, You shadow forth to distant men, I read and felt that I was there: And trust me while I turn'd the page, For me the torrent ever pour'd And glisten'd-here and there alone The broad-limb'd Gods at random thrown By fountain-urns ;—and Naiads oar'd A glimmering shoulder under gloom Of cavern pillars; on the swell The silver lily heaved and fell; And many a slope was rich in bloom From him that on the mountain lea By dancing rivulets fed his flocks To him who sat upon the rocks, And fluted to the morning sea. BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. 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, And the sound of a voice that is still! 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. THE POET'S SONG. THE rain had fallen, the Poet arose, He pass'd by the town and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun, And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place, And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud, And the lark drop down at his feet. The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee, And stared, with his foot on the prey, And the nightingale thought, 'I have sung many songs, But never a one so gay, ENOCH ARDEN AND OTHER POEMS. ENOCH ARDEN. LONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm ; Was master: then would Philip, his blue eyes All flooded with the helpless wrath of tears, And in the chasm are foam and yellow Shriek out I hate you, Enoch,' and at sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill; And high in heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows; and a hazelwood, By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down. Here on this beach a hundred years ago, Three children of three houses, Annie Lee, The prettiest little damsel in the port, And Philip Ray the miller's only son, And Enoch Arden, a rough sailor's lad Made orphan by a winter shipwreck, play'd Among the waste and lumber of the shore, Hard coils of cordage, swarthy fishing-nets, Anchors of rusty fluke, and boats updrawn ; And built their castles of dissolving sand To watch them overflow'd, or following up And flying the white breaker, daily left The little footprint daily wash'd away. For Annie and so prosper'd that at last A carefuller in peril, did not breathe coast A narrow cave ran in beneath the cliff: In this the children play'd at keeping Than Enoch. Likewise had he served a house. Enoch was host one day, Philip the next, While Annie still was mistress; but at times Enoch would hold possession for a week: 'This is my house and this my little wife.' 'Mine too' said Philip 'turn and turn about:' When, if they quarrell'd, Enoch strongermade year On board a merchantman, and made himself Full sailor; and he thrice had pluck'd a life From the dread sweep of the down-streaming seas: And all men look'd upon him favourably: And ere he touch'd his one-and-twentieth May |