[Psgml-devel] ! to all your thanes let cry How

[Lamay B. <reu...@ep...>]

Dle-water sweet, As we pledge the health of our general, who fares as
rough as we: What can daunt us, what can turn us, led to death by such
as he? Eversley, 1848. A LAMENT The merry merry lark was up and singing,
And the hare was out and feeding on the lea; And the merry merry bells
below were ringing, When my child's laugh rang through me. Now the hare
is snared and dead beside the snow-yard, And the lark beside the dreary
winter sea; And the baby in his cradle in the churchyard Sleeps sound
till the bell brings me. Eversley, 1848. THE NIGHT BIRD: A MYTH A
floating, a floating Across the sleeping sea, All night I heard a
singing bird Upon the topmost tree. 'Oh came you off the isles of
Greece, Or off the banks of Seine; Or off some tree in forests free,
Which fringe the western main?' 'I came not off the old world Nor yet
from off the new-- But I am one of the birds of God Which sing the whole
night through.' 'Oh sing, and wake the dawning-- Oh whistle for the
wind; The night is long, the current strong, My boat it lags behind.'
'The current sweeps the old world, The current sweeps the new; The wind
will blow, the dawn will glow Ere thou hast sailed them through.'
Eversley, 1848. THE DEAD CHURCH Wild wild wind, wilt thou never cease
thy sighing? Dark dark night, wilt thou never wear away? Cold cold
church, in thy death sleep lying, The Lent is past, thy Passion here,
but not thine Easter-day. Peace, faint heart, though the night be dark
and sighing; Rest, fair corpse, where thy Lord himself hath lain. Weep,
dear Lord, above thy bride low lying; Thy tears shall wake her fr