She hath crost, and without heed All are following at full speed, When, lo! the ice, so thinly spread, Breaks and the greyhound, DART, is overhead! Better fate have PRINCE and SWALLOW See them cleaving to the sport! MUSIC has no heart to follow, Little MUSIC, she stops short. A loving creature she, and brave! And fondly strives her struggling friend to save.1 From the brink her paws she stretches, Very hands as you would say! And afflicting moans she fetches, For herself she hath no fears, Him alone she sees and hears, Makes efforts with complainings; nor gives o'er This, with the following poem, was placed amongst those of "Sentiment and Reflection."-ED. [Was written at the same time, 1805. The Dog Music died, aged and blind, by falling into a draw-well at Gallow Hill, to the great grief of the family of the Hutchinsons, who, as has been before mentioned, had removed to that place from Sockburn.] And doth her best her struggling Friend to save. 1807. Makes efforts and complainings; nor gives o'er 1807. LIE here, without a record of thy worth, Or want of love, that here no Stone we raise; Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear We grieved for thee, and wished thy end were past; 3 And willingly have laid thee here at last : For thou hadst lived till every thing that cheers In thee had yielded to the weight of years; It came, and we were glad; yet tears were shed; Old household thoughts, in which thou hadst thy share; 1 In edd. 1807 to 1820 the following lines began this poem, I prayed for thee, and that thy end were past; 1807. I grieved for thee, and wished thy end were past; 1820. For love, that comes wherever life and sense SWEET Flower! belike one day to have A place upon thy Poet's grave, I welcome thee once more : But He, who was on land, at sea, Ah! hopeful, hopeful was the day His wish was gained: a little time Would bring him back in manhood's prime 1836. And full of hope day followed day The May had then made all things green; That Ship was goodly to be seen, Yet then, when called ashore, he sought To your abodes, bright daisy Flowers! He then would steal at leisure hours, And loved you glittering in your bowers, But hark the word!—the ship is gone ; Returns from her long course :-—anon 1 Once more on English earth they stand: They parted, sorrow was at hand For Him and for his crew. Ill-fated Vessel!-ghastly shock! -At length delivered from the rock, The deep she hath regained; And through the stormy night they steer; To reach a safer shore-how near,2 Silence!" the brave Commander cried; -A few (my soul oft sees that sight) Six weeks beneath the moving sea To quit the Ship for which he died, And there they found him at her side; Vain service! yet not vainly done For this, if other end were none, That He, who had been cast For such a gentle Soul and sweet, Should find an undisturbed retreat That neighbourhood of grove and field A meek man and a brave! The birds shall sing and ocean make A mournful murmur for his sake; And Thou, sweet Flower, shalt sleep and wake -A few appear by morning light, Preserved upon the tall mast's height: Oft in my soul I see that sight 1815. See, in Poems on the naming of Places, the one beginning "When, to the Attractions of the Busy World."—1827. |