And talk'd old matters over; who was dead, Who married, who was like to be, and how With heated faces; till he laugh'd aloud; To hear him, clapt his hand in mine and sang"Oh! who would fight and march and counter march, Be shot for sixpence in a battle-field, And shovell'd up into a bloody trench Where no one knows? but let me live my life. "Oh! who would cast and balance at a desk, Perch'd like a crow upon a three-legg'd stool, Till all his juice is dried, and all his joints Are full of chalk? but let me live my life. "Who'd serve the state? for if I carved my name Upon the cliffs that guard my native land, I might as well have traced it in the sands; The sea wastes all: but let me live my life. "Oh! who would love? I woo'd a woman once, But she was sharper than an eastern wind, And all my heart turn'd from her, as a thorn Turns from the sea; but let me live my life." He sang his song, and I replied with mine: I found it in a volume, all of songs, Knock'd down to me, when old Sir Robert's pride, His books-the more the pity, so I said— . Came to the hammer here in March--and this I set the words, and added names I knew. 66 'Sleep, Ellen Aubrey, sleep, and dream of me: Sleep, Ellen, folded in thy sister's arm, And sleeping, haply dream her arm is mine. "Sleep, Ellen, folded in Emilia's arm; Emilia, fairer than all else but thou, For thou art fairer than all else that is. Sleep, breathing love and trust against her lip: I go to-night: I come to-morrow morn. "I go, but I return: I would I were The pilot of the darkness and the dream. A rolling stone of here and everywhere, In crescent, dimly rain'd about the leaf The limit of the hills; and as we sank From rock to rock upon the glooming quay, The town was hush'd beneath us : lower dowr The bay was oily calm; the harbour-buoy, Sole star of phosphorescence in the calm, Dipt by itself, and we were glad at heart, |