81. II. I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion, To Night. I. SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight, II. Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand III. When I arose and saw the dawn, I sigh'd for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, IV. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? And I replied, V. Death will come when thou art dead, Sleep will come when thou art fled; Buxton Forman's Text. 82. JAMES SHIRLEY. Song from Ajax and Ulysses.' THE glories of our blood and state Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. |