A Asleep! O sleep a little while SLEEP! O sleep a little while, white pearl And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee, And let me call Heaven's blessing on thine eyes, And let me breathe into the happy air That doth enfold and touch thee all about, My sudden adoration, my great love! Where be ye going, you Devon Maid? W 1 HERE be ye going, you Devon maid? And what have ye there in the basket? Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy, Will ye give me some cream if I ask it? 2 I love your Meads, and I love your flowers, But 'hind the door I love kissing more, 2 Her apples were swart blackberries, Her wine was dew of the wild white rose, When he saw the churches seven, Each a mouth of pearls must strew. I have hid from mortal man; But the dulled eye of mortal Hath pass'd beyond the rocky portal; Such a taint, and soon unweave All the magic of the place." So saying, with a Spirit's glance ΙΟ 20 30 40 50 A PROPHECY To his brother George in America 'TIS IS the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listenFor what listen they? For a song and for a charm, See they glisten in alarm, And the moon is waxing warm To hear what I shall say. Moon! keep wide thy golden ears— Hearken, stars! and hearken, spheres !— I sing an infant's lullaby, A pretty lullaby. Listen, listen, listen, listen, Though the rushes that will make Child, I see thee! Child, I've found thee Child, I know thee! Child no more, See, see, the lyre, the lyre, Upon the little cradle's top It stares, it stares, it stares, 30 40 20 ΤΟ |