WILLIAM ALLINGHAM. ALLINGHAM, WILLIAM, an Irish poet, born in Ballyshannon, Ireland, in 1828; died 1889. He began to contribute to literary periodicals at an early age, and, removing to England, he was appointed to a position in the customs. For several years he was editor of "Fraser's Magazine," in which many of his poems first. appeared. Among these is "Lawrence Bloomfield in Ireland," which contains nearly five thousand lines, and sketches the characteristic features of contemporary Irish life. His first volume of poems was published in 1850. This was followed by "Day and Night Songs" (1854); "Fifty Modern Poems" (1865); and "Songs, Poems, and Ballads" (1877), consisting of revised versions of many pieces before published, with the addition of many new ones. His "Lawrence Bloomfield" was also republished in a separate volume, in 1864. (From "Day and Night Songs.") By the shore, a plot of ground Where Day and Night and Day go by And bring no touch of human sound. Washing of the lonely seas, Day and Night and Day go by To the endless tune of these. Or when, as winds and waters keep And Day and Night and Day go by; Here the silence is most deep. The empty ruins, lapsed again As Day and Night and Day go by; Here fresh funereal tears were shed; While Day and Night and Day go by; And stars move calmly overhead. Drooping, sinking, failing, Mounting, whirling, sailing, Life there, welling, flowing, Without sound. Quick now, be this airy Never can the fairy Touched-it in a twinkle Leaving but a sprinkle, ST. MARGARET'S EVE. (From "Ballads and Songs.") I BUILT my castle upon the seaside, Half on the land and half in the tide, Within was silk, without was stone, It lacks a queen, and that alone, The gray old harper sang to me, 'Beware of the Damsel of the Sea!" Saint Margaret's Eve it did befall, The waves roll so gayly O, The tide came creeping up the wall, Love me true! I opened my gate; who there should stand The waves roll so gayly But a fair lady, with a cup in her hand, Love me true! The cup was gold and full of wine, The waves roll so gayly O, "Drink," said the lady, "and I will be thine," Love me true! "Enter my castle, lady fair," The waves roll so gayly O, "You shall be queen of all that's there," Love me true! A gray old harper sang to me, "Beware of the Damsel of the Sea!" Love me true! In hall he harpeth many a year, And we will sit his song to hear, "I love thee deep, I love thee true," The waves roll so gayly O, "But ah! I know not how to woo," Love me true! Down dashed the cup, with a sudden shock, The wine like blood ran over the rock, She said no word, but shrieked aloud, And vanished away from where she stood, I locked and barred my castle door, For myself a day, a night, The waves roll so gayly O, And two to moan that lady bright, |