NIGHTINGALES warbled without,
Within was weeping for thee:
Shadows of three dead men
Walk'd in the walks with me,

Shadows of three dead men, and thou wast one of the three.

Nightingales sang in his woods:
The Master was far away:
Nightingales warbled and sang
Of a passion that lasts but a day;

Still in the house in his coffin the Prince of courtesy lay.

Two dead men have I known

In courtesy like to thee:

Two dead men have I loved

With a love that ever will be:

"I am the voice of the Peak, I roar and rave for I fall.

Not raised for ever and ever,

art last of the three.

THE VOICE AND THE PEAK.

THE voice and the Peak

Far over summit and lawn, The lone glow and long roar

The valley, the voice, the peak, the star, Pass, and are found no more.

The Peak is high and flush'd
At his highest with sunrise fire;

The peak is high, and the stars are high,
And the thought of a man is higher.

dawn!

All night have I heard the voice
Rave over the rocky bar,
But thou wert silent in heaven,
Above thee glided the star.

Hast thou no voice, O Peak,
That standest high above all?

And a height beyond the height !'
Our hearing is not hearing,
And our seeing is not sight.

The voice and the Peak

Far into heaven withdrawn,
The lone glow and the long roar
Green-rushing from the rosy thrones of
dawn!