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VIII.

O NIGHTINGALE! thou surely art

A Creature of ebullient heart:-
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These notes of thine-they pierce and pierce;
Tumultuous harmony and fierce!

Thou sing'st as if the God of wine
Had helped thee to a Valentine;
A song in mockery and despite

Of shades, and dews, and silent Night;
And steady bliss, and all the loves

Now sleeping in these peaceful Groves.

I heard a Stock-dove sing or say

His homely tale, this very day.

His voice was buried among trees,

Yet to be come at by the breeze:

He did not cease; but coo'd-and coo'd;
And somewhat pensively he woo'd;

He sang of love with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith and inward glee;

That was the Song-the Song for me!

IX.

THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower

On earth was never sown;

This Child I to myself will take;

She shall be mine, and I will make

A Lady of my own.

"Myself will to my darling be

Both law and impulse: and with me

The Girl, in rock and plain,

In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power

To kindle or restrain.

"She shall be sportive as the Fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs;

And hers shall be the breathing balm,

And hers the silence and the calm
Of mute insensate things.

"The floating Clouds their state shall lend

To her; for her the willow bend;

Nor shall she fail to see

Even in the motions of the Storm

Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form

By silent sympathy.

"The Stars of midnight shall be dear

To her; and she shall lean her ear

In many a secret place

Where Rivulets dance their wayward round,

And beauty born of murmuring sound

Shall pass into her face.

"And vital feelings of delight

Shall rear her form to stately height,

Her virgin bosom swell;

Such thoughts to Lucy I will give

While she and I together live

Here in this happy Dell."

Thus Nature spake-The work was done

How soon my Lucy's race was run!

She died, and left to me

This heath, this calm, and quiet scene;
The memory of what has been,

And never more will be.

X.

A SLUMBER did my spirit seal;

I had no human fears:

She seem'd a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;

She neither hears nor sees,

Rolled round in earth's diurnal course

With rocks and stones and trees!

XI.

THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE*.

WHEN the Brothers reached the gateway,

Eustace pointed with his lance

To the Horn which there was hanging;

Horn of the inheritance.

Horn it was which none could sound,

No one upon living ground,

Save He who came as rightful Heir

To Egremont's Domains and Castle fair.

* This Poem and the Ballad which follows it, as they rather refer to the imagination than are produced by it, would not have been placed here but to avoid a needless multiplication of the Classes.

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