THE FALLEN LIME-TREE The corn-sheaves whisper thy grave around, A quiet home from the noon-day's glare, 211 Didst thou toil through the days of thy silvery hair, To win thee but this at last? THE FALLEN LIME-TREE O JOY of the peasant! O stately lime! Long and long ago From the noontide's glow; Thou, beneath whose branches, Wrapt in fairy dreams. O tree of our fathers! O hallowed tree! Where shall now the weary As on thy sweet leaves? Where shall now the ringdove Build again her nest? She so long the inmate Of thy fragrant breast! But the sons of the peasant have lost in thee These may yet find coverts Odour, and soft sound: But the gentle memories When shall they be gathered Round another tree? O pride of our fathers! O hallowed tree! THE BIRD AT SEA BIRD of the greenwood! Oh, why art thou here? Flowers bloom not near. All the sweet waters Far hence are at play- Where the mast quivers FAR away!-my home is far away, Where the blue sea laves a mountain-shore ; In the woods I hear my brothers play, Midst the flowers my sister sings once more, Far away!-my dreams are far away, When at midnight stars and shadows reign: "Gentle child!" my mother seems to say, "Follow me where home shall smile again, Far away!" Far away!-my hope is far away, Where love's voice young gladness may restore. O thou dove! now soaring through the day, Lend me wings to reach that better shore, Far away! KEENE; OR, LAMENT OF AN IRISH [THIS lament is intended to imitate the peculiar style of the Irish Keenes, many of which are distinguished by a wild and deep pathos, and other characteristics analogous to those of the national music.] DARKLY the cloud of night comes rolling on; There is blood upon the threshold Whence thy step went forth at morn Like a dancer's in its fleetness, O my bright first-born! At the glad sound of that footstep Thou wert brought me back all silent KEENE Darkly the cloud of night comes rolling on; I thought to see thy children I shall hear the tall grass whisper- Darkly the cloud of night comes rolling on; And I, too, shall find slumber With my lost one in the earth ;— Let none light up the ashes Again on our hearth! Let the roof go down !-let silence On the home for ever fall, Where my boy lay cold, and heard not His lone mother's call! Darkly the cloud of night comes rolling on; 215 |