RUTH. SHE stood breast high amid the corn, On her cheek an autumn flush, Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veil'd a light, That had else been all too bright. Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou should'st but glean, Lay thy sheaf adown and come, Share my harvest and my home. THE SEA OF DEATH. A FRAGMENT. Methought I saw Life swiftly treading over endless space; Sad were my thoughts that anchor'd silently Like a gorged sea-bird, slept with folded wings That wore the thin grey surface, like a veil Over the calmness of their features pale. And there were spring-faced cherubs that did sleep Like water-lilies on that motionless deep, How beautiful! with bright unruffled hair And smile-bedimpled cheeks, and pleasant lips, Spake out in dreams of its own innocence : And so they lay in loveliness, and kept The birth-night of their peace, that Life e'en wept With very envy of their happy fronts; For there were neighbour brows scarr'd by the brunts Of strife and sorrowing - where Care had set His crooked autograph, and marr'd the jet Of glossy locks, with hollow eyes forlorn, And lips that curl'd in bitterness and scorn Through the beholder's heart in heavy sighs, So lay they garmented in torpid light, Like solemn apparitions lull'd sublime To everlasting rest, and with them Time Slept, as he sleeps upon the silent face Of a dark dial in a sunless place. BALLAD. SHE'S up and gone, the graceless Girl! My blood before was thin and cold My shadow falls upon my grave, She might have staid a little yet, Aye, call her on the barren moor, 'Tis nothing but the heron's cry, My child is flown on wilder wings, That widen'd when she fled. |