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And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide The father toils sair their wee bannock to earn,
Wha couthilie deal wi' the mitherless bairn !
while, That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. He bends to your bidding, and blesses your smile; My boast is not that I deduce my birth
In their dark hour o' anguish the heartless shall From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth;
I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
I REMEMBER, I remember
The house where I was born, And, while the wings of fancy still are free,
The little window where the sun And I can view this mimic show of thee,
Came peeping in at morn. Time has but half succeeded in his theft,
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day;
But now I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
I remember, I remember [An Inverary correspondent writes: "Thom gave me the fol.
The roses, red and white, lowing narrative as to the origin of 'The Mitherless Bairn'; I
The violets, and the lily-cups, –
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday, -
The tree is living yet !
I remember, I remember 'T is the puir doited loonie, - the mitherless
Where I was used to swing, bairn!
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing; The mitherless baimn gangs to his lane bed;
My spirit flew in feathers then, Nane covers his cauld back, or haps his bare
That is so heavy now, head; His wee hackit heelies are hard as the airn,
And summer pools could hardly cool An' litheless the lair o' the mitherless bairn.
The fever on my brow!
Aneath his cauld brow siccan dreams hover there,
I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high ;
Were close against the sky.
But now 't is little joy
Yon sister that sang o'er his saftly rocked bed
THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST.
LITTLE Ellie sits alone
By a stream-side on the grass,
And the trees are showering down Doubles of their leaves in shadow,
On her shining hair and face.
II. She has thrown her bonnet by, And her feet she has been dipping
In the shallow water's flow.
Now she holds them nakedly In her hands all sleek and dripping,
While she rocketh to and fro.
Little Ellie sits alone,
Fills the silence like a speech,
While she thinks what shall be done, And the sweetest pleasure chooses
For her future within reach.
Little Ellie in her smile Chooses ... “I will have a lover,
Riding on a steed of steeds !
He shall love me without guile, And to him I will discover
The swan's nest among the reeds.
“And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble,
With an eye that takes the breath.
And the lute he plays upon Shall strike ladies into trouble,
As his sword strikes men to death.
“And the steed it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure,
And the mane shall swim the wind ;
And the hoofs along the sod Shall flash onward and keep measure,
Till the shepherds look behind.
in He will say, 'O Love, thine eyes Build the shrine my soul abides in,
And I kneel here for thy grace.”
VIII. “Then, ay then he shall kneel low, With the red-roan steed anear him,
Which shall seem to understand
Till I answer, Rise and go !
Whom I gift with heart and hand.'
“Then he will arise so pale, I shall feel my own lips tremble
With a yes I must not say ;
Nathless maiden-brave, “Farewell' I will utter, and dissemble ;
•Light to-morrow with to-day.'
“Then he 'll ride among the hills To the wide world past the river,
There to put away all wrong ;
To make straight distorted wills, And to empty the broad quiver
Which the wicked bear along.
XI. “Three times shall a young foot-page Swim the stream and climb the mountain
And kneel down beside my feet ;
*Lo, my master sends this gage, Lady, for thy pity's counting !
What wilt thou exchange for it?'
“And the first time, I will send A white rosebud for a guerdon, –
And the second time, a glove ;
But the third time, I may bend From my pride, and answer, ‘Pardon,
If he comes to take my love.'
XIII. “Then the young foot-page will run, Then my lover will ride faster,
Till he kneeleth at my knee :
*I am a duke's eldest son ! Thousand serfs do call me master,
But, O Love, I love but thee!'
VII. “But my lover will not prize All the glory that he rides in,
“He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover
Through the crowds that praise his deeds ;
And, when soul-tied by one troth, Unto him I will discover
That swan's nest among the reeds."
Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me
Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gayly,
Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe,
And went homeward, round a mile, Just to see, as she did daily,
What more eggs were with the two.
Pushing through the elm-tree copse, Winding up the stream, light-hearted,
Where the osier pathway leads,
Past the boughs she stoops — and stops. Lo, the wild swan had deserted,
And a rat had gnawed the reeds.
Ellie went home sad and slow. If she found the lover ever,
With his red-roan steed of steeds,
Sooth I know not! but I know
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.
SWEET STREAM, THAT WINDS –
SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade,
THE EDUCATION OF NATURE.
THREE years she grew in sun and shower;
On earth was never sown :
A lady of my own.
The girl, in rock and plain,
To kindle or restrain.
“She shall be sportive as the fawn
Or up the mountain springs ;
Of mute insensate things.
“The floating clouds their state shall lend
Nor shall she fail to see
By silent sympathy.
“The stars of midnight shall be dear
In many a secret place
Shall pass into her face.
“And vital feelings of delight
Her virgin bosom swell ;
Here in this happy dell."
She died, and left to me
“YOUNG, gay, and fortunate !" Each yields a
theme. And, first, thy youth: what says it to gray hairs ? Narcissa, I'm become thy pupil now ;Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
DR. EDWARD YOUNG.
MAIDEN! with the meek brown eyes,