AT SEA A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail Oh, for a soft and gentle wind! But give to me the snoring breeze There's tempest in hornèd moon, yon And lightning in yon cloud; But hark the music, mariners! Our heritage the sea. Allan Cunningham. LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound And I'll give thee a silver pound "Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?" "Oh, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. "And fast before her father's men "His horsemen hard behind us ride, Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, "And by my word! the bonny bird So though the waves are raging white, By this the storm grew loud арасе, But still as wilder blew the wind, O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, When, oh, too strong for human hand! The tempest gather'd o'er her. And still they row'd amidst the roar Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore, For, sore dismay'd, through storm and shade His child he did discover: One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, And one was round her lover. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water, And I'll forgive your Highland chief : 'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing: The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. Thomas Campbell. A BOY'S SONG1 WHERE the pools are bright and deep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hazel bank is steepest, 1 Note 2. Why the boys should drive away But this I know, I love to play, James Hogg. THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell, Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed! Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, |