And how she wept, and clasped his knees; The scorn that crazed his brain; And that she nursed him in a cave, A dying man he lay; His dying words - but when I reached All impulses of soul and sense The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved, she stepped aside, She fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace; And bending back her head, looked up, And gazed upon my face. 'T was partly love, and partly fear, And partly 't was a bashful art That I might rather feel than see The swelling of her heart. I calmed her fears, and she was calm, My bright and beauteous Bride. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. WHEN THE KYE COME HAME. COME, all ye jolly shepherds, That courtiers dinna ken: That the tongue o' man can name? "Tis to woo a bonnie lassie When the kye come hame. When the kye come hame, When the kye come home, 'Tis not beneath the burgonet, Nor yet in bed o' down : There the blackbird bigs his nest, When the blewart bears a pearl, Has fauldit up his ee, Then the lavrock, frae the blue lift, And his lambs are lying still; For his heart is in a flame, When the little wee bit heart O, there's a joy sae dear That the heart can hardly frame ! In this love without alloy, To Nature's dearest joy? JAMES HOGG. i ATALANTA VICTORIOUS. FROM "ATALANTA'S RACE," IN "THE EARTHLY AND there two runners did the sign abide But on this day with whom shall he contend? A maid stood by him like Diana clad When in the woods she lists her bow to bend, Too fair for one to look on and be glad, Who scarcely yet has thirty summers had, If he must still behold her from afar ; Too fair to let the world live free from war. She seemed all earthly matters to forget; Of all tormenting lines her face was clear, Her wide gray eyes upon the goal were set Calm and unmoved as though no soul were near; But her foe trembled as a man in fear, Nor from her loveliness one moment turned His anxious face with fierce desire that burned. Now through the hush there broke the trumpet's clang Just as the setting sun made eventide. Then from light feet a spurt of dust there sprang, But when the people saw how close they ran, When half-way to the starting-point they were, A cry of joy broke forth, whereat the man Headed the white-foot runner, and drew near Unto the very end of all his fear ; And scarce his straining feet the ground could feel, His flushed and eager face he turned around, There stood she breathing like a little child | But her late foe stopped short amidst his course, One moment gazed upon her piteously, Then with a groan his lingering feet did force To leave the spot whence he her eyes could see ; And, changed like one who knows his time must be But short and bitter, without any word He knelt before the bearer of the sword; Then high rose up the gleaming deadly blade, Bared of its flowers, and through the crowded place Was silence now, and midst of it the maid Went by the poor wretch at a gentle pace, And he to hers upturned his sad white face; Nor did his eyes behold another sight Ere on his soul there fell eternal night. - But he - what look of mastery was this He cast on her? why were his lips so red? Why was his face so flushed with happiness? So looks not one who deems himself but dead, E'en if to death he bows a willing head; So rather looks a god well pleased to find Some earthly damsel fashioned to his mind. Why must she drop her lids before his gaze, And even as she casts adown her eyes Redden to note his eager glance of praise, And wish that she were clad in other guise? Why must the memory to her heart arise Of things unnoticed when they first were heard, Some lover's song, some answering maiden's word? |