SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE. A Fragment. LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again Came in a sun-lit fall of rain. In crystal vapour everywhere Blue isles of Heaven laugh'd between, And, far in forest-deeps unseen, The topmost linden gather'd green From draughts of balmy air. Sometimes the linnet piped his song: Sometimes the throstle whistled strong : SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE. 207 Sometimes the sparhawk, wheel'd along, In curves the yellowing river ran, To spread into the perfect fan, Then, in the boyhood of the year, Rode thro' the coverts of the deer, With blissful treble ringing clear. A She seem'd a part of joyous Spring: gown of grass-green silk she wore, Buckled with golden clasps before ; A light-green tuft of plumes she bore Now on some twisted ivy-net, On mosses thick with violet, Her cream-white mule his pastern set: And now more fleet she skimm'd the plains 208 SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE. Than she whose elfin prancer springs By night to eery warblings, When all the glimmering moorland rings As she fled fast thro' sun and shade, The rein with dainty finger-tips, A man had given all other bliss, A FAREWELL. FLOW down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver : No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: No where by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. But here will sigh thine alder tree, And here by thee will hum the bee, |