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Clara, Clara Vere de Vere,
| For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, If Time be heavy on your hands,
I'm to be Queen o' the May. Are there no beggars at your gate,
There's many a black black eye, they say, Nor any poor about your lands? Oh ! teach the orphan-boy to read,
but none so bright as mine ;
There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate Or teach the orphan-girl to sew, Pray Heaven for a human heart,
and Caroline : And let the foolish yeoman go.
But none so fair as little Alice in all the
land they say, So I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother,
I'm to be Queen o' the May. THE MAY QUEEN.
I sleep so sound all night, mother, that
I shall never wake, You must wake and call me early, call If you do not call me loud when the day me varly, mother dear;
begins to break : To-morroir ’ill be the happiest time of But I must gather knots of flowers, and all the glad New-year ;
buds and garlands gay, Of all the glad New-year, mother, the For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, . maddest merriest day;
I'm to be Queen o' the May.
As I came up the valley whom think ye . They say he's dying all for love, but that should I see,
can never be : But Robin leaning on the bridge beneath They say his heart is breaking, motherthe hazel-tree?
what is that to me? He thought of that sharp look, mother, There's many a bolder lad 'ill woo me I gave him yesterday, –
any summer day, But I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.
I’m to be Queen o' the May.
He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I Little Effie shall go with me to-morrow was all in white,
to the green, And I ran by him without speaking, like And you 'll be there, too, mother, to see a flash of light.
me made the Queen ; They call me cruel-hearted, but I care For the shepherd lads on every side 'ill not what they say,
come from far away, For I'm to be Queen o'the May, mother, | And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May.
I'm to be Queen o' the May.
The honeysuckle round the porch has | Last May we made a crown of flowers wov'n its wavy bowers,
we had a merry day; And by the meadow-trenches blow the Bencath the hawthorn on the green they faint sweet cuckoo-flowers;
made me Queen of May ; And the wild marsh-marigold shines like And we danced about the may-pole and
fire in swamps and hollows gray, in the hazel copse, And I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, Till Charles's Wain came out above the I'm to be Queen o' the May.
tall white chimney-tops.
The night-winds come and go, mother, There's not a flower on all the hills : upon the meadow-grass,
the frost is on the pane : And the happy stars above them seem to I only wish to live till the snowdrops brighten as they pass ;
come again : There will not be a drop of rain the whole I wish the snow would melt and the sun of the livelong day,
come out on high : . And I'm to be Queen o'the May, mother, I long to see a flower so before the day I die. I'm to be Queen o' the May.
The building rook 'ill caw from the windy All the valley, mother, ’ill be fresh and tall elm-tree, green and still,
And the tufted plover pipe along the And the cowslip and the crowfoot are fallow lea, over all the hill,
And the swallow 'ill come back again And the rivulet in the flowery dale 'ill with summer o'er the wave, merrily glance and play,
But I shall lie alone, mother, within the For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, mouldering grave. I’m to be Queen o' the May.
Upon the chancel-casement, and upon So you must wake and call me early, call that grave of mine, me early, mother dear,
In the early early morning the summer To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all sun 'ill shine, the glad New-year :
Before the red cock crows from the farm To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the upon the bill, maddest merriest day,
When you are warm-asleep, mother, and For I'm to be Queen o'the May, mother, all the world is still. I'm to be Queen o' the May.
When the flowers come again, mother,
beneath the waning light
You 'll never see me more in the long NEW-YEAR'S EVE.
gray fields at night;
When from the dry dark wold the sumIf you 're waking call me early, call me mer airs blow cool early, mother dear,
On the oat-grass and the sword-grass, For I would see the sun rise upon the and the bulrush in the pool.
glaul New-year. It is the last New-year that I shall ever You ’ll bury me, my mother, just beneath see,
the hawthorn shade, Then you may lay me low i' the mould And you 'll come sometimes and see me and think no more of me.
where I am lowly laid.
I shall not forget you, mother, I shall To-night I saw the sun set : he set and hear you when you pass, left behind
With your feet above my head in the The good old year, the dear old time, long and pleasant grass.
and all my peace of mind; And the New-year's coming up, mother, I have been wild and wayward, but you 'll but I shall never see
forgive me now; The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf You 'll kiss me, my own mother, and upon the tree,
forgive me ere I go ;
Nay, nay, you must not weer, nor let And sweet is all the land about, and all your grief be wild,
the flowers that blow, You should not fret for me, mother, you And sweeter far is death than life to me have another child.
that long to go. If I can I'll come again, mother, from It seem'd so hard at first, mother, to out my resting-place;
leave the blessed sun, Tho' you 'll not see me, mother, I shall | And now it seems as hard to stay, and look upon your face ;
yet His will be done! Tho' I cannot speak a word, I shall But still I think it can't be long before harken what you say,
I find release ; And be often, often with you when you
And that good man, the clergyman, has think I'm far away.
told me words of peace. Good-night, good-night, when I have lo ble
I have O blessings on his kindly voice and on said good-night for evermore,
his silver hair !
And blessings on his whole life long, And you see me carried out from the threshold of the door;
until he meet ine there! Don't let Ellie come to see me till my
O blessings on his kindly heart and on
his silver head ! grave be growing green : She 'll be a better child to you than
A thousand times I blest him, as he
knelt beside my bed. ever I have been.
He taught me all the mercy, for he She'll find ny garden-tools upon the
show'd me all the sin. granary floor :
Now, tho' my lamp was lighted late, Let her take 'em : they are hers : I shall
there 's One will let me in : never garden more :
Nor would I now be well, mother, again, But tell her, when I'm gone, to train
if that could be, the rose-bush that I set
For my desire is but to pass to Him that About the parlor-window and the box
died for me. of mignonette.
I did not hear the dog howl, mother, or Good-night, sweet mother : call me be the death-watch beat, fore the day is born.
There came a sweeter token when the All night I lie awake, but I fall asleep at
night and morning meet : morn;
But sit beside my bed, mother, and put But I would see the sun rise upon the
your hand in mine, glad New-year,
And Effie on the other side, and I will So, if you're waking, call me, call me ***
tell the sign. early, mother dear.
All in the wild March-morning I heard
the angels call ; CONCLUSION.
It was when the moon was setting, and
the dark was over all; I THOUGHT to pass away before, and yet The trees began to whisper, and the alive I am ;
wind becan to roll. And in the fields all round I hear the And in the wild March-morning I heard bleating of the launb.
them call my soul. How sadly, I remember, rose the morning of the year!
For lying broad awake I thought of you To die before the snowdrop came, and and Effie dear; now the violet's here.
I saw you sitting in the house, and I no I thought that it was fancy, and I listen'd | To lie within the light of God, as I lie in my bed,
longer here; () sweet is the new violet, that comes with all my strength 1 pray'd for both, beneath the skies,
and so I felt resign'd, And sweeter is the young lamb's voice And up the valley came a swell of musio to me that cannot rise,
on the wind.
upon your breast — And then did something speak to me — And the wicked cease from troubling, I know not what was said ;
and the weary are at rest. For great delight and shuddering took
hold of all my mind, And up the valley came again the music on the wind.
THE LOTOS-EATERS. But you were sleeping; and I said, “It's - COURAGE!” he said, and pointed
not for them : it's mine." And if it comes three times, I thought,
toward the land,
This mounting wave will roll us shoreI take it for a sign.
ward soon." And once again it came, and close beside in
se beside in the afternoon they came unto a land, the window-bars,
In which it seemned always afternoon. Then seem'd to go right up to Heaven
All round the coast the languid air did and die ainong the stars.
Swoon, So now I think my time is near. I trust
Breathing like one that hath a weary
dream. it is. I know The blessed music went that way my
Full-faced above the valley stood the soul will have to go.
moon ; And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go
And like a downward smoke, the slender
stream to-day. But, Effie, you must comfort her when I | Along
Along the cliff' to fall and pause and fall
did seem. am past away. And say to Robin a kind word, and tell A land of streams! some, like a downward him not to fret ;
smoke, There's many a worthier than I, would Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did make him happy yet.
go; It had lived – I cannot tell — I might And some thro' wavering lights and have been his wife;
shadows broke, But all these things have ceased to be, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. with my desire of life.
| They saw the gleaming river seaward O look! the sun begins to rise, the From the inner land : far off, three heavens are in a glow;
mountain-tops, He shines upon a hundred fields, and all three silent pinnacles of aged snow, of them I know.
Stood sunset-flush'd : and, dew'd with And there I move no longer now, and showery drops,
there his light may shine - Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the Wild flowers in the valley for other hands woven copse.
than mine. O sweet and strange it seems to me, that The charmed sunset linger'd low adorn ere this day is done
In the red West : thro' mountain clefts The voice, that now is speaking, may be..
the dale beyond the sun
Was seen far inland, and the yellow down For ever and for ever with those just Border'd with palm, and many a winding souls and true
vale And what is life, that we should moan? And meadow, set with slender galingale ; why make we such ado?
A land where all things always seem'd
the same! for ever and for ever, all in a blessed And round about the keel with faces pale, home
Dark faces pale against that rosy flame, And there to wait a little while till you The mild-eyed melancholy Lotos-eaters and Effie come