KING HENRY V. AND THE HERMIT OF DREUX. "What if no miracle from Heaven The murderer's arm control, Think you for that the weight of blood Lies lighter on his soul? "Thou conqueror King, repent in time, Or dread the coming woe! For, Henry, thou hast heard the threat, And soon shalt feel the blow!" King Henry forced a careless smile, THE THREE FISHERMEN. THREE fishers went sailing out into the West, Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, And trimm'd the lamps as the sun went down, And they look'd at the squall, and they look'd at the shower, And the rack it came rolling up, ragged and brown; But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, Three corpses lay out on the shining sands, In the morning gleam, as the tide went down, And the women are watching and wringing their hands, For those who will never come home to the town. But men must work, and women must weep, And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, And good-bye to the bar and its moaning. YARROW VISITED. AND is this Yarrow ?-This the stream O that some minstrel's harp were near, And chase this silence from the air, Yet why?-a silvery current flows, For not a feature of those hills A blue sky bends o'er Yarrow Vale, Save where that pearly whiteness Is round the rising sun diffused, Mild dawn of promise! that excludes All profitless dejection; Though not unwilling here to admit A pensive recollection. YARROW VISITED. Where was it that the famous Flower His bed, perchance, was yon smooth mound Delicious is the lay that sings The haunts of happy lovers, The leafy grove that covers: grove, That paints, by strength of sorrow, But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation: Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy; The grace of forest charms decay'd, That region left, the Vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature, With Yarrow winding through the pomp Of cultivated nature; And, rising from those lofty groves, Behold a ruin hoary! The shatter'd front of Newark's towers, Renown'd in Border story. |