I led her blushing like the morn : all Heaven,
And happy constellations on that hour

Shed their selectest influence ; the earth
MINE eyes he closed, but open left the cell
Of fancy, my internal sight, by which

Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;
Abstract, as in a trance, methought I saw,

Joyous the birds ; fresh gales and gentle airs Though sleeping, where I lay, and saw the shape Whispered it to the woods, and from their wings Still glorions before whom awake I stood ;

Flung rose,

flung odors from the spicy shrub, Who, stooping, opened my left side, and took

Disporting, till the amorous bird of night From thence a rib, with cordial spirits warm,

Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star And life.blood streaming fresh; wide was the On his hill-top, to light the bridal lamp. wound,

When I approach But sullenly with flesh filled up and healed : The rib he formed and fashioned with his hands;

Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, Under his forming hands a creature grew,

And in herself complete, so well to know Manlike, but different sex, so lovely fair,

Her own, that what she wills to do or say That what seemed fair in all the world seemed Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best;

All higher knowledge in her presence falls Mean, or in her summed up, in her contained

Degraded, wisdom in discourse with her And in her looks, which from that time infused

Loses discountenanced, and like folly shows;

Authority and reason on her wait,
Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before,
And into all things from her air inspired

As one intended first, not after made
The spirit of love and amorous delight.

Occasionally ; and, to consumate all,

Greatness of mind and nobleness their seat
She disappeared, and left me dark ; I waked
To find her, or forever to deplore

Build in her loveliest, and create an awe
Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure :

About her, as a guard angelic placed. When out of hope, behold her, not far off,

Neither her outside forined so fair, nor aught Such as I saw her in my dream, adorned With what all earth or Heaven could bestow To make her amiable. On she came,

So much delights me, as those graceful acts, Led by her heavenly Maker, though unseen,

Those thousand decencies that daily flow

From all her words and actions, mixed with love And guided by his voice, nor uninformed Of nuptial sanctity and marriage rites :

And sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned

Union of mind, or in us both one soul ;
Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.

Harmony to behold in wedded pair
I, overjoyeil. could not forbear aloud :

More grateful than harmonious sound to the ear. " This turn hath made amends; thou hast

fulfilled Thy words, Creator bounteous and benign,

TO A LADY BEFORE MARRIAGE. Giver of all things fair, but fairest this Of all thy gifts, nor enviest. I now see

O, FORMED by Nature, and refined by Art, Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, myself With charms to win; and sense to fix the heart ! Before me; Woman is her name, of man

By thousands sought, Clotilda, canst thou free Extracted : for this cause he shall forego

Thy crowd of captives and descend to me?
Father and mother, and to his wife adhere ; Content in shades obscure to waste thy life,
And they shall be one flesh, one heart, one sonl.” | A hidden beauty, and a country wife?
She heard me thus, and though divinely O, listen while thy summers are my theme !

Ah! soothe thy partner in his waking dream ! Yet innocence and virgin modesty,

In some small hamlet on the lonely plain, Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, Where Thames through meadows rolls his mazy That would be wooed, and not unsought be won,

train, Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retired.

Or where high Windsor, thick with greens arThe more desirable ; or, to say all.

rayed, Nature herself, though pure of sinful thought, Waves his old oaks, and spreads his ample shade, Wrought in her so, that, seeing me, she turned ; Fancy has figured out our calm retreat ; I followed her ; she what was honor knew, Already round the visionary seat And with obsequious majesty approved

Our limes begin to shoot, our flowers to spring, My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower The brooks to murmur, and the birds to sing.


Where dost thou lie, thou thinly peopled green, 'Mong all the joys my soul hath known,
Thou nameless lawn, and village yet unseen, 'Mong errors over which it grieves,
Where sons, contented with their native ground, I sit at this dark hour alone,
Ve'er travelled further than ten furlongs round, Like Autumn mid his withered leaves.
And the tanned peasant and his ruddy bride This is a night of will farewells
Were born together, and together died,

To all the past, the good, the fair ;
Where early larks best tell the morning light, To-morrow, and iny wedding bells
And only Philomel disturbs the night?

Will make a music in the air, Miilst gardens here my humble pile shall rise, With sweets surrounded of ten thousand dyes ; Like a wet fisher tempest-tost, All savage where the embroidered gardens end, Who sees throughout the weltering night The haunt of echoes, shall my woods ascend ; Afar on some low-lying coast And oh! if Heaven the ainbitious thought ap- The streaming of a rainy light, prove,

I saw this hour, -- and now 't is come; A rill shall warble 'cross the gloomy grove,

The rooms are lit, the feast is set ;
A little rill, o'er pebbly beds conveyedl,

Within the twilight I am dumb,
Cush down the steep, and glitter through the My heart filled with a vague regret.

What cheering scents these vordering banks ex. I cannot say, in Eastern style,
hale !

Where'er she treads the pansy blows ; How loud that heifer lows from yonder vale ! Nor call her eyes twin stars, her sinile That thrush how shrill ! his note so clear, so

A sunbeam, and her mouth a rose. high,

Nor can I, as your bridegrooms do,
He drowns each feathered minstrel of the sky. Talk of my raptures. O, how sore
Here let me trace beneath the purpled morn

The fond romance of twenty-two
The deep-mouthed beagle and the sprightly horn, Is parodied ere thirty-four !
Or lure the trout with well-dissembled flies,
Or fetch the futtering partridge from the skies. To-night I shake hands with the past,
Nor shall thy hand disdain to crop the vine,

Familiar years, adieu, adieu !
The downy peach, or flavored nectarine ;

An unknown door is open cast, Or rob the beehive of its golden hoard,

An empty future wide and new And bear the unbought luxuriance to thy board.

Stands waiting. Oye naked rooms, Sometimes my books by day shall kill the hours,

Void, desolate, without a charm ! While from thy needle rise the silken flowers,

Will Love's smile chase your lonely glooms, And thon, by turns, to ease my feeble sight,

And drape your walls, and make them warm i Resume the volume, and deceive the night.

The man who knew, while he was young, 0, when I mark thy twinkling eyes opprest,

Some soft and soul-subduing air, Soft whispering, let me warn my love to rest;

Melts when again he hears it sung, Then watch thee, charmed, while sleep locks

Although 't is only half so fair. every sense,

So I love thee, and love is sweet Ann to sweet Heaven commend thy innocence.

(My Florence, 't is the cruel truth) Thus reigned our fathers o'er the rural fold,

Because it can to age repeat
Wise, hale, and honest, in the days of old;

That long-lost passion of my youth.
Till courts arose, where substance pays for show,
And specious joys are bought with real woe.

0, often did my spirit melt,

Blurred letters, o'er your artless rhymes ! THE NIGHT BEFORE THE WEDDING ;

Fair tress, in which the sunshine dwelt,

I've kissed thee many a million times !

And now 't is done. -- My passionate tears, The country ways are full of mire,

Mad pleadings with an iron fate, The boughs toss in the fading light,

And all the sweetness of my years,
The winds blow out the sunset's fire,

Are blackened ashes in the grate.
And sudden droppeth down the night.
I sit in this familiar room,

Then ring in the wind, my wedding chimes ;
Where mud-splashed hunting squires resort ; Smile, villagers, at every door ;
My sole companion in the gloom

Old churchyard, stuffel with buried crimes, This onwly dying pint of port.

Be clad in sunshine o'er and o'er ;


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And youthful maidens, white and sweet,

Scatter your blossoms far and wide; Anıl with a bridal chorus greet

This happy bridegroom and his bride. “This happy bridegroom !" there is sin

At bottom of my thankless mood : What if desert alone could win

For me life's chiefest grace and good ? Love gives itself; and if not given,

No genius, beauty, state or wit, No gold of earth, no gem of heaven,

Is rich enough to purchase it, It may be, Florence, loving thee,

My heart will its old memories keep; Like some worn sea-shell from the sea,

Fiiled with the music of the deep. And you may watch, on nights of rain,

A shadow on my brow encroach ; Be startled by my sudden pain,

And tenderness of self-reproach.



No grape

It nay be that your loving wiles

Will call a sigh from far-off years ; It may be that your happiest smiles

Will brim my eyes with hopeless tears; It inay he that my sleeping breath

Will shake, with painful visions wrung; And, in the awful trance of death,

A stranger's name be on my tongue.

The maid, and thereby hangs a tale,
For such a maid no Whitsun-ale
Could ever yet produce:

that 's kindly ripe could be So round, so plump, so soft as she,

Nor half so full of juice.
Her finger was so small, the ring
Would not stay on which they did bring, -

It was too wide a peck;
And, to say truth, - for out it must,
It looked like the great collar -- just

About our young colt's neck.
Her feet beneath her petticoat,
Like little mice, stole in and out,

As if they feared the light; But O, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day

Is half so fine a sight.

Yr phantoms, born of bitter blood,

Ye ghosts of passion, lean and worn, Ye terrors of a lonely mood,

What do ye here on a wedding-morn ? For, as the dawning sweet and fast

Through all the heaven spreads and flows, Within life discord, rude and vast,

Love's subtle music grows and grows. And lightened is the heavy curse,

And clearer is the weary road ; The very worm the sea-weerls nurse

Is cared for by the Eternal God. My love, pale blossom of the snow,

Has pierced earth wet with wintry showers, O may it drink the sun, and blow,

And be followed by all the year of flowers !

Her cheeks so rare a white was on,
No daisy makes comparison ;

Who sees them is undone ;
For streaks of red were mingled there,
Such as are on a Katherine pear,

The side that's next the sun.

Here lips were red ; and one was thin, Compared to that was next her cbin.

Some bee had stung it newly ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face I durst no more upon them gaze,

Than on the sun in July.

Black Bayard from the stable bring;

The rain is o'er, the wind is down, Round stirring farms the birds will sing,

The dawn stand in the sleeping town, Wthin an hour. This is her gate,

Her sodden roses droop in night, And — emblem of my happy fate

In one dear window there is light.

Her mouth so small, when she does speak, Thou 'dst swear her teeth her words did break.

That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter, They came as good as ours, or better,

And are not spent a whit.



Thou hast left the joyous feast,

And the mirth and wine have ceased;

And now we set thee down before Lor! where she comes along with portly pace, The jealously unclosing door, Lyke Phrebe, from her chamber of the East,

That the favored youth admits Arysing forth to run her mighty rare.

Where the veiled virgin sits Clad all in white, that seems a virgin best.

In the bliss of maiden fear,
89 well it her bescems, that ye would weene Waiting our soft tread to hear,
Some angell she had beene.

And the music's brisker din
Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre, At the bridegroom's entering in,
Sprinckled with perle, and perling flowres atweene, Entering in, a welcome guest,
Doe lyke a golden mantle her attyre,

To the chamber of his rest.
And, being crowned with a girland greene,
Srem lyke soine mayden queene.

Her molest eyes, abashed to behold
So many gazers as on her do stare,

Now the jocund song is thine, l'pon the lowly ground affixed are,

Bride of David's kingly line ; We are lift up her countenance too bold,

How thy dove-like bosom trembleth, But blush to heare her prayses sung so loul,

And thy shrouded eye resembleth So farre from being proud.

Violets, when the dews of eve Nathlesse doe ye still loud her prayses sing,

A moist and trenulous glitter leave. That all the wools may answer, and your eccho ring.

On the bashful sealed lil!

('lose within the bride-veil hiid, Tell me, ye merchants danghters, did ye see

Motionless thou sitt'st and mute ; So fayre a creature in your towne before ;

Save that at the soft salute
S., sweet, so lovely, and so miled as she,

Of each entering maiden friend,
Adornd with beautyes grace and vertues store ? Thou dost rise and softly bend.
Her goodly eyes lyke saphyres shining bright,
Her foreheard yvory white,

Hark! a brisker, merrier glee !
Her cherkes lyke apples which the sun hath The door unfolds, - 't is he ! 't is he!

Thus we lift our lamps to meet him,
Her lips lyke cherries, charming men to byte, Thus we touch our lutes to greet him.
Her brest lyke to a bowl of creame unerudded, Thou shalt give a fonder meeting,
Her paps lyke lyllies budded,

Thou shalt give a tenderer greeting.
Her snowie necke lyke to a marble towre,
And all her body like a pallace fayre,
Ascending up, with many a stately stayre,
To honors seat and chastities sweet bowre.
Why stand ye still, ye virgins, in amaze,

Upon her so to gaze,
Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing,
To which the woods did answer, and your eccho Thes before All they stand, — the holy vow

And ring of gold, no fond illusions now,

Bind her as his. Across the threshold led,
And every tear kissed off as soon as shed,

His house she enters, – there to be a light,

Shining within, when all without is night;

A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,

Doubling his pleasures and his cares dividing,
To the sound of trimbrels sweet

Winning him back wheu mingling in the throng,
Moving slow our solemn feet,

Back from a world we love, alas ! too long,
We have borne thee on the road

To fireside happiness, to hours of ease,
To the virgin's blest abode;

Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
With thy yellow torches gleaming, How oft her eyes read his ; her gentle mind
And thy scarlet mantle streaming, To all his wishes, all his thoughts inclined ;
And the canopy above

Still subject,-- ever on the watch to borrow
Swaying as we slowly move.

Mirth of his mirth and sorrow of his sorrow !




The soul of music slumbers in the shell,
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell,
And feeling hearts – touch them but rightly –

A thousand melodies unheard before !

What's the world, my lass, my love ! --- what can

it do? I am thine, and thou art mine ; life is sweet and

new. the world have missed the mark, let it stand


by ;

will try.


For we two have gotten leave, and once more SEVEN TIMES SIX.

Like a laverock in the lift, sing, O bonny bride!

It 's we two, it's we two, happy side by side. To bear, to nurse, to rear,

Take a kiss froin me, thy man ; now the song To watch, and then to lose :

begins : To see my bright ones disappear,

* All is made afresh for us, and the brave heart Drawn up like morning dews ;

wins.” To bear, to nurse, to rear,

When the darker days come, and no
To watch, and then to lose :

sun will This have I done when God drew near


Thou shalt dry my tears, lass, and I'll dry thine. Among his own to choose.

It's we two, it's we two, while the world's To hear, to heed, to wed,

away, And with thy lord depart

Sitting by the golden sheaves ou our wedding In tears that he, as soon as shed,

day. Will let no longer smart.

JEAN INGELOW. To hear, to heed, to wed, This while thou didst I smiled,

NOT OURS THE VOWS. For now it was not God who said, “Mother, give me thy child.”

Not ours the vows of such as plight

Their troth in sunny weather, O fond, O fool, and blind,

While leaves are green, and skies are bright, To God I gave with tears ;

To walk on flowers together.
But, when a man like grace would find,

But we have loved as those who tread
My soul put by her fears.
O fond, O fool, and blind,

The thorny path of sorrow,
God guards in happier spheres ;

With clouds above, and cause to dreail
That man will guard where he did bind

Yet deeper gloom to-morrow.
Is hope for unknown years.

That thorny path, those stormy skies,
To hear, to heed, to wed,

Have drawn our spirits nearer;
Fair lot that maidens choose,

And rendered us, by sorrow's ties,
Thy mother's tenderest words are said,

Each to the other dearer.
Thy face no more she views ;

Love, born in hours of joy and mirth,
Thy mother's lot, my dear,

With mirth and joy way perish;
She doth in naught accuse;

That to which darker hours gave birth
Her lot to bear, to nurse, to rear,

Still more and more we cherishı.
To love - and then to lose.


It looks beyond the clouds of time,

And through death's shadowy | ortal ;

Made by adversity sublime,
LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT. By faith and hope immortal.
It's we two, it's we two for aye,
All the world, and we two, and Heaven be our

stay !
Like a laverock * in the lift, † sing, O bonny

She was a creature framed hy love divine
All the world was Adam once, with Eve by his for mortal love to muse a life away

In pondering her perfections ; so unmoved
Amidst the world's contentions, if they touched





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