Here the first violets And a dove, may be, Return to nestle here. CHRISTINA ROSSETTI 386 AT COMMON DAWN AT common dawn there is a voice of bird For love of earthly life it needs be heard, This bird I did one time at midnight hear In wet November wood Say to himself his lyric faint and clear As one at daybreak should. He ceased; the covert breathed no other sound, Nor moody answer made; But all the world at beauty's worship found, Was waking in the glade. VIVIAN LOCKE ELLIS 387 1 GLYCINE'S SONG A SUNNY shaft did I behold, He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled His eyes of fire, his beak of gold, And thus he sang: "Adieu! adieu! The sparkling dew-drops will not stay. Sweet month of May, We must away; Far, far away! To-day! to-day!" SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 388 THE CRYSTAL CABINET THE Maiden caught me in the wild, She put me into her Cabinet, And locked me up with a golden key. This Cabinet is formed of Gold And Pearl and Crystal shining bright, |