SONGS. 273 Till the starlight of heaven above us shall quiver, Now folds the lily all her sweetness up, And slips into the bosom of the lake; As our souls flow in one down Eternity's So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip river. Into my bosom and be lost in me ALFRED TENNYSON. IV. So come in the evening, or come in the morning; Come when you're looked for, or come without warning; Kisses and welcome you'll find here before And the oft'ner you come here the more Light is my heart since the day we were Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted; The green of the trees looks far than ever, greener THE SHEPHERD'S IDYL. COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height! What pleasure lives in height, (the shepherd In height and cold, the splendor of the hills? cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted pine, And the linnets are singing, "True lovers! And find him; by the happy threshold he, don't sever!" THOMAS DAVIS. Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, NOW SLEEPS THE CRIMSON PETAL. To roll the torrent out of dusky doors. white; But follow! let the torrent dance thee down Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the Lean-headed eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold-fin in the porphyry Their thousand wreaths of dangling waterfont: The fire-fly wakens; waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air; Await thee; azure pillars of the hearth Now lies the Earth all Danaë to the Myriads of riv'lets hurrying through the |