TURN! turn! for my cheeks they burn, Turn by the vale, my Harry! Fill, pail! Fill, pail! He's turned by the vale And there by the stile waits Harry. For there by the stile waits Harry. The world may go round-the world may stand still, But I can milk and marry. Oh, if we two 'neath yonder yew Stood down there now by the water, I know who'd carry me over the ford As brave as a soldier-proud as a lord, Though I don't live over the water! "Whew! Whew!"-he's whistling through The song of "The Farmer's Daughter!" Give down! Give down-my crumpled brown! For I'll meet him beyond the water. So give down!-give down-my crumpled brown, The folk o' towns may have silk gowns, "Whew! Whew!"-he's whistled through, Set the suns and fall the dewHeigho! merry world-what's to do That you're smiling over and over,Upon the hill and down in the dale,Over the tree-tops,-along the vale,Smiling over and over? O world, have you ever a lover? You were so dull and cold just now, O world, have you ever a lover? I couldn't see a leaf on the tree, And now I count them-one, two, three, Count them over and over,— Leaf from leaf like lips apart— Like lips apart for a lover, And the hill-side beats with my beating heart, And the May-bough touched me and made me start, Pull, pull! and the pail is full, And milking's done and over; Who wouldn't sit here under the tree? What a fair, fair thing a green field to see! With cattle, and sky, and clover! Brim, brim to the rim. Ah me! I've set my pail on the daisies! It seems so light! Can the sun be set? But the air is astir with his praises, UNVEILED. I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face ;— When the huge billows heaved tumultuously, Of breezeless verdures from the summer noon? Between vast mountains, while the midnight Hour Vain! vain! I cannot tell When first the beauty and majestic might With vague, sweet wisdom drawn from earth or sky,— Visions divine, and thoughts ineffable! But ever since that immemorial day, A steadfast flame hath burned in brain and blood, For sacred haunts our queenly mother loves ;— Thro' neighboring realms, and regions far away, Beyond the compass of the unwinged will; Guarding the unfledged eaglets in their nest, Oh! sometimes by the fire In gracious answer to my soul's desire, The earth all-seeing;-not her stateliest forms Along the darkened bosom of the deep; But all fair, fairy forms; all vital things, That breathe or blossom 'midst our bounteous springs; On dewy hill-slopes pausing, fondly talked With the coy wind-flower, and the grasses brown,— (Caught from the spirits of the wandering breeze),— Titania growths, as on sublimer shapes The giant constellations rose and set:- Net-work of golden ferns, whose tracery weaves Drawn on the flickering and fair-foliaged wall The twinkling "ground-stars," full of modest cheer, In humble supplication lifting up, To catch whate'er the kindly heavens may give Through glistening shadows of a secret place— For thus hath Nature taught amid her ALL,— Ever, I walk the earth, As one whose spiritual ear Is strangely purged and purified to hear Thunders o'er "wandering graves," Of dreary fen and desolated moor; VOL XV.-26. |