VU. The clouds are broken in the sky, And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : Ride on ! the prize is near.” By bridge and ford, by park and pale, All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide, Until I find the holy Grail. EDWARD GRAY. Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town Met me walking on yonder way, 6 And have you lost your heart ? ” she said ; “And are you married yet, Edward Gray ?” Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me: Bitterly weeping I turn'd away : “Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more Can touch the heart of Edward Gray. “ Ellen Adair she loved me well, Against her father's and mother's will : To-day I sat for an hour and wept, By Ellen's grave, on the windy hill. Shy she was, and I thought her cold ; Thought her proud, and fled over the sea : Fill'd I was with folly and spite, When Ellen Adair was dying for me. “ Cruel, cruel the words I said ! Cruelly came they back to-day: You're too slight and fickle,' I said, "To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.' “ There I put my face in the grass Whisper'd, Listen to my despair : I repent me of all I did : Speak a little, Ellen Adair!' “ Then I took a pencil, and wrote On the mossy stone, as I lay, "Here lies the body of Ellen Adair ; And here the heart of Edward Gray!' “ Love may come, and love may go, And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree : But I will love no more, no more, Till Ellen Adair come back to me. Bitterly wept I over the stone : Bitterly weeping I turn'd away: There lies the body of Ellen Adair ! And there the heart of Edward Gray!” WILL WATERPROOF'S LYRICAL MONOLOGUE. MADE AT THE COCK. O PLUMP head-waiter at The Cock, To which I most resort, How goes the time? 'Tis five o'clock. Go fetch a pint of port: But let it not be such as that You set before chance-comers, On Lusitanian summers. No vain libation to the Muse, But may she still be kind, Her influence on the mind, |
