As time steals on, fiom day to day, And nothing stands at one same stay, The wind-blast softly seems to sigh, 'Man's lifetime glides away as I.' As clapper-sounded bells ring fast, DEADNESS OF THE COUNTRY O NO, 'twas lifeless here, he said, THE BENCH BY THE GARDEN WALL As day might cool, and in the pool, We used to walk, or sit in talk, Below the limetree's leaning limb, Where willows' drooping boughs might fall Around us, near the garden wall. Where children's heads on evening beds, In dull-ear'd sleep were settled sound, The moon's bright ring would slowly spring, With light that slanted down on all The willows nigh the garden wall. 72 THE BENCH BY THE GARDEN WALL By roof-eaves spread up over head, There clung the wren's brown nest of hay, And wind would make the ivy shake, And your dark locks of hair to play, As you would tell the news of all The day, beside the garden wall. The while might run, the summer sun, On high, above the green-tree'd land, Few days would come, for jaunts from home, And none without some work on hand, Yet we enjoy'd at eveningfall, Our bench beside the garden wall. Our flow'rs would blow, our fruit would grow, To hang in air, or lie on ground, Our bees would hum, or go and come By small-door'd hives, well hackled round; All this we had, and over all Our bench beside the garden wall. THE STONEN STEPS A MAN AND HIS FRIEND M. THESE Stonen steps that stand so true They turn'd the arch of our old door? Did workmen set these stones so trim Before they built the spire so slim? Fr. Ah! who can tell when first-aye who,These steps first bore a shoe. |