THE

Book of Poetry.

PART I.

B

To the good Reader.

If thou wouldst find what holiest men have sought-
Communion with the power of poesy-

Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought;
Lay bare thy spirit to the vaulting sky
And glory of the sunshine; go and stand
Where nodding briers sport with the water-break,
Or by the plashings of a moonlit creek,
Or breast the wind upon some jutting land.
The most unheeded things have influences
That sink into the soul: in after hours

We oft are tempted suddenly to dress

The tombs of half-forgotten moods with flowers : Our own choice mocks us; and the sweetest themes

Come to us without call,-wayward as dreams.

THE FAIRIES OF THE CALDON-LOW.

ND where have you been,
my Mary,

And where have you been
from me?"

"I have been to the top of the Caldon-Low, The midsummer night to see."

"And what did you see, my Mary, All up on the Caldon-Low?"

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I saw the blithe sunshine come down,
And I saw the merry winds blow."

"And what did you hear, my Mary,
All up on the Caldon-Hill?"

"I heard the drops of the water made, And the green corn ears to fill."