For men may come and men may go, Alfred Tennyson. GLENARA Он, heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale, Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail? 'Tis the Chief of Glenara laments for his dear, And her sire and her people are called to her bier. Glenara came first with the mourners and shroud; His kinsmen they followed but mourned not aloud. Their plaids o'er their bosoms were folded around, They marched all in silence, they looked on the ground. - In silence they went, over mountain and moor, ; "And tell me, I charge you, ye clan of my spouse, Why fold ye your mantles, why cloud ye your brows?" So spake the rude chieftain: no answer is made Till each mantle unfolding a dagger displayed. Cried a voice from the kinsmen all wrathful and loud: "I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her shroud, And empty that shroud and that coffin did seem; Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!" Oh pale grew the cheek of that chieftain, I ween, When the shroud was unclosed and no lady was 'Twas the youth who had loved the fair Ellen of "I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her grief; In dust low the traitor has knelt to the ground, KUBLA KHAN1 A VISION IN A DREAM IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan 1 Note 5. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh, that deep romantic chasm which slanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, The shadow of the dome of pleasure Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 't would win me I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! Those caves of ice! For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. LUCY 1 SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye! 1 Note 6 Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh! The difference to me! William Wordsworth. THREE LUCY in sun and shower; years she grew Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown: This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, To kindle or restrain. "She shall be sportive as the fawn And hers shall be the breathing balm, |