Crowding the quarter whence the sun comes forth,
Gigantic mountains rough with crags; beneath,
Right at the imperial station's western base,
Main ocean, breaking audibly, and stretched
Far into silent regions blue and pale;
And visibly engirding Mona's isle,
That, as we left the plain, before our sight
Stood like a lofty mount, uplifting slowly
(Above the convex of the watery globe)
Into clear view the cultured fields that streak
Its habitable shores; but now appears
A dwindled object, and submits to lie
At the spectator's feet. Yon azure ridge,
Is it a perishable cloud-or there.

Do we behold the frame of Erin's coast?
Land sometimes by the roving shepherd swain
(Like the bright confines of another world)
Not doubtfully perceived. Look homeward now !
In depth, in height, in circuit, how serene
The spectacle how pure! Of Nature's works,
In earth, and air, and earth embracing sea,
A revelation infinite it seems;

Display august of man's inheritance,
Of Britain's calm felicity and power.

VL

NUTTING.

-Ir seems a day

(I speak of one from many singled out),
One of those heavenly days which cannot die;
When forth I sallied from our cottage door,*
With a huge wallet o'er my shoulders slung,
A nutting-crook in hand, and turned my steps
Towards the distant woods, a figure quaint,
Tricked out in proud disguise of cast-off weeds
Which for that service had been husbanded,
By exhortation of my frugal dame.

Motley accoutrement of power to smile

At thorns, and brakes, and brambles,—and, in truth,
More ragged than need was. Among the woods,
And o'er the pathless rocks, I forced my way,
Until, at length, I came to one dear nook
Unvisited, where not a broken bough

Drooped with its withered leaves, ungracious sign
Of devastation, but the hazels rose

Tall and erect, with milk-white clusters hung,
A virgin seen! A little while I stood,
Breathing with such suppression of the heart
As joy delights in ; and, with wise restraint

The house in which I was boarded during the time I was at school

Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed
The banquet, or beneath the trees I sat
Among the flowers, and with the flowers I played;
A temper known to those, who, after long
And weary expectation, have been blessed
With sudden happiness beyond all hope.
Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves
The violets of five seasons re-appear
And fade, unseen by any human eye;
Where fairy water-breaks do murmur on
For ever, and I saw the sparkling foam,
And with my cheek on one of those green stones
That, fleeced with moss, beneath the shady trees,
Lay round me, scattered like a flock of sheep,
I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound,
In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay
Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure,
The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,
Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones,
And on the vacant air. Then up I rose,

And dragged to earth both branch and bough, with crash
And merciless ravage; and the shady nook
Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower,
Deformed and sullied, patiently gave up
Their quiet being: and, unless I now

Confound my present feelings with the past,
Even then, when from the bower I turned away
Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings,
I felt a sense of pain when I beheld
The silent trees and the intruding sky.

Then, dearest maiden ! move along these shades
In gentleness of heart; with gentle hand
Touch-for there is a spirit in the woods.

SHE was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent

To be a moment's ornament;

Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,

Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;

But all things else about her drawn

From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,

To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

I saw her upon nearer view,

A spirit, yet a woman too!

Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;

A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller betwixt life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.

VIIL

O NIGHTINGALE ! thou surely art
A creature of ebullient heart:

These notes of thine-they pierce and pierce ;
Tumultuous harmony and fierce!
Thou singest as if the god of wine
Had helped thee to a valentine;
A song in mockery and despite
Of shades, and dews, and silent night,
And steady bliss, and all the loves
Now sleeping in these peaceful groves.

I heard a stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day,
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze;
He did not cease, but cooed-and cooed;
And somewhat pensively he wooed :
He sang of love with quiet blending;
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith and inward glee;
That was the song-the song for me!

IX.

THREE years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower

On earth was never sown:

This child I to myself will take:

She shall be mine, and I will make
A lady of my own.

Myself will to my darling be

Both law and impulse; and with me

The girl, in rock and plain,

In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power

To kindle or restrain.

She shall be sportive as the fawn,
That wild with glee across the lawn
Or up the mountain springs;

And hers shall be the breathing balm,
And hers the silence and the calm
Of mute insensate things.

The floating clouds their state shall lend

To her; for her the willow bend;

Nor shall she fail to see

E'en in the motions of the storm

Grace that shall mould the maiden's form

By silent sympathy.

The stars of midnight shall be dear

To her; and she shall lean her ear

In many a secret place

Where rivulets dance their wayward round,

And beauty born of murmuring sound

Shall pass into her face.

And vital feelings of delight

Shall rear her form to stately height.

Her virgin bosom swell;

Such thoughts to Lucy I will give

While she and I together live

Here in this happy dell."

Thus Nature spake. The work was done

How soon my Lucy's race was run!

She died, and left to me

This heath, this calm and quiet scene;

The memory of what has been,

And never more will be.

*269)

A SLUMBER did my spirit seal;

I had no human fears:

She seemed a thing that could not feel

The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;

She neither hears nor sees,

Rolled round in earth's diurnal course

With rocks and stones and trees!

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XI.

THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE.

WHEN the brothers reached the gateway,
Eustace pointed with his lance

To the horn which there was hanging;
Horn of the inheritance.

Horn it was which none could sound,
No one upon living ground,

Save he who came as rightful heir

To Egremont's domains and castle fair.

Heirs from ages without record
Had the House of Lucie born,

Who of right had claimed the lordship
By the proof upon the horn:

Each at the appointed hour

Tried the horn,-it owned his power;

He was acknowledged: and the blast,

Which good Sir Eustace sounded, was the last.

With his lance Sir Eustace pointed,
And to Hubert thus said he:

"What I-speak this horn shall witness
For thy better memory.

Hear, then, and neglect me not!
At this time, and on this spot,

The words are uttered from my heart,

As my last earnest prayer ere we depart.

On good service we are going
Life to risk by sea and land;

In which course if Christ our Saviour

Do my sinful soul demand,

Hither come thou back straightway,
Hubert, if alive that day;

Return, and sound the horn, that we

May have a living house still left in thee!"

"Fear not," quickly answered Hubert;
"As I am thy father's son,

What thou askest, noble brother,
With God's favour shall be done."
So were both right well content:
From the castle forth they went;
And at the head of their array

To Palestine the brothers took their way.

Side by side they fought (the Lucies
Were a line for valour famed),

And where'er their strokes alighted,
There the Saracens were tamed.