BENEATH THE CHESTNUTS. 51 BENEATH THE CHESTNUTS. H, those chestnut alleys, With their flowers of white and red, And the sweet, sweet words of early love That under them were said! Oh, the sweet songs of thrushes In the sweetbriar hedge hard by, And the brook's song in the rushes, Now all is changed, or changing, And the brook crawls 'neath its load of ice, The thrush and his mate are starving And the sweetbriar hedge no longer is sweet, PARTING SONG. HE hour has come, and we must part, Come hour, strike bell, my steadfast heart Is bound to thee, sweet Love, for ever. The hour has come, and we must part : Thou art my home, and unto thee Thou art my home,—no stormy sea Can quench the love with which I burn. The hour is come, and we must part, The bell has struck our parting knell ; Thou know'st me true: sweet Love, take heart,— One parting kiss, and then farewell. BRAVE ROBIN. 53 BRAVE ROBIN. ROBIN sate perch'd on a frozen spray; When colder it grew he 'gan merrily sing, With his quivering throat and his shivering wing. And under the eaves of a cot hard by Sate his little brown mate with her quick black eye; And she turn'd her little brown head to hear What the red-breasted Robin sang in her ear. He merrily sang, and for her alone True love thrill'd in his every tone; He sang till the icicles dropt from the tree,- "O Robin, brave Robin, tell why do you sing, My voice, like my heart, for her must swell. "For songs of true love I care not to choose The soft, warm days when the cushat coos, But to joy my love's heart I sing her love's lay, When the winds are cold, from my frozen spray." THOSE LOVELY, BLOOMING LINDENS. 55 THOSE LOVELY, BLOOMING LINDENS. HOSE lovely, blooming lindens, With the chequer'd light below, Where, hand in hand, we often stray'd Full twenty years ago! Those lovely, blooming lindens, With their odour fresh and sweet, And the humming bees above us, How often! oh, how often! In those long twenty years, Have those shadows seem'd fit emblems Of our mingled hopes and fears: Of the mingled good and evil, Of the mingled weal and woe, That we have seen together Since twenty years ago! |