The red cheek paling, Ice with the warm blood mixing; Nine times goes the passing bell : The old earth Had a birth, As all men know, Long ago. And the old earth must die. Ye will never see Through eternity. All things were born. Ye will come never more, For all things must die. XVII THE SEA-FAIRIES SLOW sailed the weary mariners, and saw, Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest Shrill music reached them on the middle sea. SONG Whither away, whither away, whither away? Fly no more: Whither away wi' the singing sail? whither away wi' the oar? Whither away from the high green field and the happy blossoming shore ? Weary mariners, hither away, Weary mariners come and play; We will sing to you all the day; Furl the sail and the foam will fall From the prow! One and all Know danger and trouble and toil no more. Fly no more ! Whither away wi' the sail? whither away wi' the oar? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls: They freshen the silvery-crimson shells, Merrily carol the revelling gales Over the islands free : From the green sea-banks the rose down-trails Come hither, come hither, and be our lords, We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak sweet words : With pleasure and love and revelry ; Ye will not find so happy a shore, Harken ye, harken ye, sorrow shall darken ye, Drop the oar; Hither away, Leap ashore; Oh fly no more-no more. Whither away, whither away, whither away with the sail and the oar? XVIII THE DESERTED HOUSE 1 LIFE and Thought have gone away Leaving door and windows wide: 2 All within is dark as night: 3 Close the door, the shutters close, Of the dark deserted house. 4 Come away: no more of mirth Is here or merry-making sound. The house was builded of the earth, And shall fall again to ground. 5 Come away for Life and Thought But in a city glorious A great and distant city-have bought Would they could have stayed with us! XIX THE DYING SWAN 1 THE plain was grassy, wild and bare, An under-roof of doleful gray. It was the middle of the day. Ever the weary wind went on, And took the reed-tops as it went. 2 Some blue peaks in the distance rose, One willow over the river wept, And shook the wave as the wind did sigh; Above in the wind was the swallow, Shot over with purple, and green, and yellow. 3 The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear With shawms, and with cymbals, and harps of gold, Thro' the open gates of the city afar, To the shepherd who watcheth the evening star. XX LOVE I THOU, from the first, unborn, undying love, Albeit we gaze not on thy glories near, Before the face of God did'st breathe and move, Though night and pain and ruin and death reign here. Thou foldest, like a golden atmosphere, The very throne of the eternal God: Passing through thee the edicts of his fear Are mellowed into music, borne abroad By the loud winds, though they uprend the sea, Even from its central deeps: thine empery Is over all thou wilt not brook eclipse; Like lightning: thou dost ever brood above II To know thee is all wisdom, and old age The mighty disk of their majestic sun, III And now-methinks I gaze upon thee now, Awe-stricken Indians; what time laid low And in him light and joy and strength abides; And from his brows a crown of living light Looks through the thick-stemmed woods by day and night. XXI LOVE AND DEATH WHAT time the mighty moon was gathering light Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise, |