100 TO THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET. "I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her shroud," Cried a voice from the kinsmen, all wrathful and loud; "And empty that shroud and that coffin did seem; Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream! O, pale grew the cheek of that chieftain, I ween, When the shroud was unclosed and no lady was seen; When a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn, 'Twas the youth who had loved the fair Ellen of Lorn, "I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her grief, In dust low the traitor has knelt to the ground, TO THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET.- Hunt. GREEN little vaulter in the sunny grass, O sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, One to the fields, the other to the hearth, Both have your sunshine, both, though small, are strong At your clear hearts; and both seem given to earth To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song, In doors and out, summer and winter mirth. LORD ULLEN'S DAUGHTER. Campbell. A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound And I'll give thee a silver pound "Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle, "And fast before her father's men "His horsemen fast behind us ride, Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, I'm ready, It is not for your silver bright, 102 LORD ULLEN'S DAUGHTER. "And, by my word, the bonny bird So, though the waves are raging white, By this the storm grew loud apace, But still, as wilder blew the wind, "O, haste thee, haste," the lady cries, The boat has left a stormy land, And still they rowed, amidst the roar Lord Ullen reached that fatal shore, For, sore dismayed, through storm and shade, One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief, "Across this stormy water; And I'll forgive your Highland chief,- "T was vain; the loud waves lashed the shore, Return or aid preventing; The waters wild went o'er his child, - TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN. - Bryant. THOU blossom bright with autumn dew, Thou comest not when violets lean Thou waitest late, and com'st alone, Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye 104 MY DOVES. I would thai thus, when I shall see MY DOVES. Miss Barrett. My little doves have left a nest Whose leaves fantastic take their rest With sunlit faces, to and fro. The tropic flowers looked up to it, And glittering eyes, that showed their right And God them taught, at every close And lifted leaf, to interpose Their chanting voices kind; Interpreting that love must be The meaning of the earth and sea. Fit ministers! of living loves Theirs hath the calmest sound, · |