The boat of her lover swift skimming the wave,
All lit by the gold in the sky. Then her heart
Gave a bound, for she saw that young Ethwuld
drew nigh:

And hastening all quickly he clambered the steep
Where Edna sat silently weeping in woe.

Like a lily her cheeks with heart-sorrow, and wan With her anguish and grief. But, now, the bright flush

All over her face was suffused, and her eyes,

New lit by the light that came into her soul,

Beamed their welcome to Ethwuld; showing her

heart,

At that exquisite moment, all bare to his gaze.

No tongue-knowledge seeking; nor staying for

word,

He kissed her in passionate fervour, and led

Her away to the sea. And the soft summer wind Full well knew it bore on its wings a new bride To Heorta's wild shore. And the sea-birds saw, As they wheeled in the air in wonderful flight, And told it the rocks rising out of the wave,

That the fisherman's bride was come to her home.

SONGS, AND LYRICAL POEMS

THE STORM

I

THE storm without is wild and strong,

The rain in torrents beats

Upon the panes, and all along

The dark deserted streets.

II

But for the dismal noise of winds,
That shake the very floor ;-

Each gust some unseen crevice finds
Beneath the bolted door,-

III

There would be stillness everywhere,

For not a soul is seen;

No children's voices fill the air;

All wears a woeful mien.

P

IV

The sparrows too, are mute and still,
No fluttering wings abound;
Their cheerful chirps no longer fill

The house-tops all around.

V

And many a little nest this night
That's stood the summer's rain

Ere morning brings its cold, grey light,
Will ne'er be seen again.

VI

And many a mariner this day,
Who's been to many a shore,
Will never again be heard to say—

He's seen the like before.

VII

And many a ship that's sailed away
With swelling canvas bright,

And left behind the broad, smooth bay,

Will never see the light.