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And rearing Lindis backward press’d

Shook all her trembling bankes amaine; Then madly at the eygre's breast

Flung uppe her weltering walls again. Then bankes came downe with ruin and routThen beaten foam flew round aboutThen all the mighty floods were out.

So farre, so fast the eygre drave,

The heart had hardly time to beat,
Before a shallow seething wave

Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet;
The feet had hardly time to flee
Before it brake against the knee,
And all the world was in the sea.

Upon the roof we sate that night,

The noise of bells went sweeping by , I mark'd the lofty beacon light

Stream from the church tower, red and highA lurid mark and dread to see; And awesome bells they were to mee, That in the dark rang “ Enderby.”

They rang the sailor lads to guide

From roofe to roofe who fearless rowed;
And I-my sonne was at my side,

And yet the ruddy beacon glowed;
And yet he moan'd beneath his breath,
“Oh come in life, or come in death!
O lost! my love, Elizabeth.”

And didst thou visit him no more?

Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare; The waters laid thee at his doore,

Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.

That flow strewed wrecks about the grass,

That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas !

To manye more than myne and mee; But each will mourn his own (she saith), And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.

I shall never hear her more
By the reedy Lindis shore,

Cusha! Cusha ! Cusha !" calling,
Ere the early dews be falling ;
I shall never hear her song,

Cusha! Cusha !” all along
Where the sunny Lindis floweth,

Goeth, floweth;
From the meads where melick groweth,
When the water winding down,
Onward floweth to the town.

I shall never see her more
Where the reeds and rushes quiver,

Shiver, quiver;
Stand beside the sobbing river,

Sobbing, throbbing, in its falling
To the sandy lonesome shore;
I shall never hear her calling,
“Leave your meadow grasses mellow,

Mellow, mellow;
Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow;
Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot ;
Quit your pipes of parsley hollow,

Hollow, hollow;
Come uppe Lightfoot, rise and follow ;

Lightfoot, Whitefoot,
From your clovers lift the head ;
Come uppe Jetty, follow, follow,
Jetty, to the milking-shed.”

JEAN INGELOW

BUGLE SONG.

THE splendor falls on castle-walls

And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes,

And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying ; Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

Oh hark! oh hear! how thin and clear,

And thinner, clearer, farther going ! Oh sweet and far, from cliff and scar,

The horns of Elfiand faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky,

They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul,

And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying ; And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

ST. AGNES.

DEEP on the convent-roof the snows

Are sparkling to the moon :
My breath to heaven like vapor goes :

May my soul follow soon!
The shadows of the convent-towers

Slant down the snowy sward,
Still creeping with the creeping hours

That lead me to my Lord :
Make Thou my spirit pure and clear

As are the frosty skies,
Or this first snowdrop of the year

That in my bosom lies.

As these white robes are soiled and dark,

To yonder shining ground;
As this pale taper's earthly spark,

To yonder argent round;
So shows my soul before the Lamb,

My spirit before Thee;
So in mine earthly house I am,

To that I hope to be,

Break up the heav

ens, O Lord !

and far, Thro' all

yon starlight keen, Draw me, Thy

bride, a glitter

ing star, In raiment white

and clean.

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He lifts me to the

golden doors; The flashes come

and go;

All heaven bursts

her starry

floors, “ HE LIFTS ME TO THE GOLDEN DOORS."

And strews

her

lights below, And deepens on and up! the gates

Roll back, and far within
For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits,

To make me pure of sin.
The sabbaths of Eternity,

One sabbath deep and wide-
A light upon the shining sea-

The Bridegroom with his bride!

ALFRED TENNYSON.

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