With its sick hurry, its divided aims, Its heads o'ertax'd, its palsied hearts, was rife - 205 Still fly, plunge deeper in the bowering wood! Averse, as Dido did with gesture stern From her false friend's approach in Hades turn, Wave us away, and keep thy solitude! Stiil nursing the unconquerable hope, With a free, onward impulse brushing through, 210 215 220 But fly our paths, our feverish contact fly! For strong the infection of our mental strife, Which, though it gives no bliss, yet spoils for rest; And we should win thee from thy own fair life, 225 Thy hopes grow timorous, and unfix'd thy powers, Fade, and grow old at last, and die like ours. Then fly our greetings, fly our speech and smiles! Among the Ægæan isles; 230 235 And saw the merry Grecian coaster come, Freighted with amber grapes, and Chian wine, Green, bursting figs, and tunnies steep'd in brine And knew the intruders on his ancient home, 240 The young light-hearted masters of the waves And day and night held on indignantly To where the Atlantic raves 245 Outside the western straits; and unbent sails There, where down cloudy cliffs, through sheets of foam, Come, dear children, come away down; One last look at the white-wall'd town, And the little grey church on the windy shore; She will not come though you call all day; Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay? Through the surf and through the swell, Where the spent lights quiver and gleam,,{ Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away? Once she sate with you and me, 50 On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She comb'd its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of a far-off bell. She sigh'd, she look'd up through the clear green sea; 55 She said: "I must go, for my kinsfolk pray In the little grey church on the shore to-day. I said: "Go up, dear heart, through the waves; 66 Children dear, were we long alone? "The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan ; Long prayers," I said, in the world they say; Come!" I said; and we rose through the surf in the bay. → Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white-wall'd town; 60 65 70 From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers, We climb'd on the graves, on the stones worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes. 75 She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear: Margaret, hist! come quick, we are here! For her eyes were seal'd to the holy book! Come away, come down, call no more! Down, down, down! Down to the depths of the sea! She sits at her wheel in the humming town, Singing most joyfully. Hark what she sings: "O joy, O joy, For the humming street, and the child with its toy! 90 For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well; For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun!" And so she sings her fill, Singing most joyfully, Till the spindle drops from her hand, 95 And the whizzing wheel stands still. She steals to the window, and looks at the sand, And over the sand at the sea; And her eyes are set in a stare ; And anon there breaks a sigh, 100 And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, A long, long sigh; For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. The kings of the sea." But, children, at midnight, When soft the winds blow, On the blanch'd sands a gloom; 125 130 |