The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd That lie upon her charmed heart.A She sleeps: on either hand upswellsb The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells A perfect form in perfect rest.
oni yuust Lost od goted ba
All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth;
For love in sequel works wiissue
And draws the veil from hidden worth. He travels far from other skies
His mantle glitters on the rocks- A fairy Prince, with joyful eyes, I And lighter-footed than the fox.
The bodies and the bones of those That strove in other days to pass, Are wither'd in the thorny close, Or scatter'd blanching in the grass. the or on the silent dead:
They perish'd in their daring deeds.' This proverb flashes thro' his head, The many fail: the one succeeds.'
For all his life the charm did talk sms T About his path, and hover near With words of promise in his walki, baA And whisper'd voices in his ear.
More close and close his footsteps wind: The Magic Music in his heart bra Beats quick and quicker, till he find baA The quiet chamber far apartod y His spirit flutters like a lark,
He stoops to kiss her on his knee. 'Love, if thy tresses be so dark,and odT How dark those hidden eyes must be !'
A touch, a kiss! the charm was snapt, There rose a noise of striking clocks, And feet that ran, and doors that clapt, And barking dogs, and crowing cocks. A fuller light illumined all,
A breeze thro' all the garden swept, A sudden hubbub shook the hall, And sixty feet the fountain leapt.
The hedge broke in, the banner blew,
The butler drank, the steward scrawl'd, The fire shot up, the martin flew, ul buA
The parrot scream'd, the peacock squall'd,
The maid and page renew'd their strife, The palace bang'd, and buzz'd and clackt, And all the long-pent stream of lifer W
Dash'd downward in a cataract. baA
And last with these the king awoke, 10M And in his chair himself uprear'd, T And yawn'd, and rubb'd his face, and spoke, By holy rood, a royal beard!pod How say you we have slept, my lords. My beard has grown into my lap.'H The barons swore, with many words,od "Twas but an after-dinner's nap.woll
'Pardy,' return'd the king, but still My joints are something stiff or so. My lord, and shall we pass the bill I mention'd half an hour ago?' The chancellor, sedate and vain,
In courteous words return'd reply:01 A But dallied with his golden chain,rodT And, smiling, put the question by. baA Pooo gniworo bas egol gaided baA.
dla bonumudli algil vollut A qqswa nobing si cadi sx9and A
Wad od doode duddud rabbor A adsel nieannot ons gesl vaxie baA THE DEPARTURE
And on her lover's arm she leant,bod adT And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went fedT billaIn that new world which is the old
Across the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim,
And deep into the dying day 02 The happy princess follow'd him.
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'I'd sleep another hundred years, O love, for such another kiss; Owake for ever,
as this 200 sin do mo
hears, O love, 'twas such a sentiri.b A And o'er them many a sliding star, And many a merry wind was borne, And, stream'd thro' many a golden bar, The twilight melted into morn. gumented into morna al
bsel auonud abl as gribionoA
"O eyes long laid in happy sleep l bn A O happy sleep, that lightly fled!' O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep!? O love, thy kiss would wake the dead!' And o'er them many a flowing range Of vapour buoy'd the crescent-bark, And, rapt thro' many a rosy change, The twilight died into the dark.
A hundred summers! can it be de no And whither goest thou, tell me where?' 'O seek my father's court with me, is For there are greater wonders there.' And o'er the hills, and far away as of Beyond their utmost purple rim Beyond the night, across the day, ove br Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
So, Lady Flora, take my lay,T And if you find no moral there,
Go, look in any glass and say, What moral is in being fair. Oh, to what uses shall we put
The wildweed-flower that simply blows? any moral shut
Within the bosom of the the bosom of the rose ?
B'o DaA omed enw bulw ynsin e vasi bnA
But at any man that walks the mead, In bud or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humours lead, A meaning suited to his mind. And liberal applications lies and 2979 In Art like Nature, dearest friend; So 'twere to cramp its use, if I VUJE Should hook it to some useful end.
dub or oral holb Wgiliwi edT L'ENVOI
You shake your head. A random string Your finer female sense offends. ba Well-were it not a pleasant thing To fall asleep with all one's friends; pass with all our social ties 19'o bat. To silence from the paths of men; And every hundred years to rise
And learn the world, and sleep again;
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