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And how the bailiff swore that he was mad,
But he stood firm ; and so the matter hung ;
gave them line : and five days after that He met the bailiff at the Golden Fleece, Who then and there had offer'd something more, But he stood firm ; and so the matter hung ;
He knew the man; the colt would fetch its price ;
He gave them line : and how by chance at last
And, talking from the point, he drew him in,
And there he mellow'd all his heart with ale,
Until they closed a bargain, hand in hand.
Then, while I breathed in sight of haven, he,
Poor fellow, could he help it ? recommenced,
And ran thro' all the coltish chronicle,
Wild Will, Black Bess, Tantivy, Tallyho,
Arbaces, and Phenomenon, and the rest,
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I loiter round my cresses ;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
But I go on for ever.
Yes, men may come and go; and these are gone,
Remains the lean P. W. on his tomb:
I scraped the lichen from it: Katie walks
By the long wash of Australasian seas
Far off, and holds her head to other stars,
And breathes in converse seasons.
All are gone.'
So Lawrence Aylmer, seated on a style In the long hedge, and rolling in his mind Old waifs of rhyme, and bowing o'er the brook A tonsured head in middle age forlorn,
Mused, and was mute.
On a sudden a low breath
Of tender air made tremble in the hedge
Waiting to pass.
In much amaze he stared
eyes a bashful
and on hair
In gloss and hue the chestnut, when the shell
Divides threefold to show the fruit within :
Then, wondering, ask'd her 'Are you from the
“Yes' answer'd she. Pray stay a little : pardon
What do they call you?' 'Katie.' "That were
'Indeed!' and here he look'd so self-perplext,
That Katie laugh’d, and laughing blush'd, till he
Laugh'd also, but as one before he wakes,
Who feels a glimmering strangeness in his dream.
Then looking at her; "Too happy, fresh and fair,
Too fresh and fair in our sad world's best bloom,
To be the ghost of one who bore your name
‘Have you not heard ?? said Katie, 'we came
We bought the farm we tenanted before.
Am I so like her ? so they said on board.
Sir, if you knew her in her English days,
My mother, as it seems you did, the days
That most she loves to talk of, come with me.
My brother James is in the harvest-field :
But she-you will be welcome-0, come in !'