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Green Bays. Verses and Parodies.

by Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch.

IN A COLLEGE GARDEN.

Senex. Saye, cushat, callynge from the brake, What ayles thee soe to pyne?

Thy carefulle heart shall cease to ake When dayes be fyne And greene thynges twyne: Saye, cushat, what thy griefe to myne?

Turtur. Naye, gossyp, loyterynge soe late, What ayles thee thus to chyde?

My love is fled by garden-gate; Since Lammas-tyde I wayte my bryde.

Saye, gossyp, whom dost thou abyde?

Senex. Loe! I am he, the 'Lonelie Manne,'

Of Time forgotten quite, That no remembered face may scanne-- Sadde eremyte, I wayte tonyghte Pale Death, nor any other wyghte.

O cushat, cushat, callynge lowe, Goe waken Time from sleepe: Goe whysper in his ear, that soe His besom sweepe Me to that heape Where all my recollections keepe.

Hath he forgott? Or did I viewe A ghostlye companye This even, by the dismalle yewe, Of faces three That beckoned mee To land where no repynynges bee?

O Harrye, Harrye, Tom and d.i.c.ke, Each lost companion!

Why loyter I among the quicke, When ye are gonne?

Shalle I alone Delayinge crye 'Anon, Anon'?

Naye, let the spyder have my gowne, To brayde therein her veste.

My cappe shal serve, now I 'goe downe,'

For mouse's neste.

Loe! this is best.

I care not, soe I gayne my reste.

THE SPLENDID SPUR.

Not on the neck of prince or hound, Nor on a woman's finger twin'd, May gold from the deriding ground Keep sacred that we sacred bind: Only the heel Of splendid steel Shall stand secure on sliding fate, When golden navies weep their freight.

The scarlet hat, the laurell'd stave Are measures, not the springs, of worth; In a wife's lap, as in a grave, Man's airy notions mix with earth.

Seek other spur Bravely to stir The dust in this loud world, and tread Alp-high among the whisp'ring dead.

_Trust in thyself_,--then spur amain: So shall Charybdis wear a grace, Grim Aetna laugh, the Libyan plain Take roses to her shrivell'd face.

This...o...b..-this round Of sight and sound-- Count it the lists that G.o.d hath built For haughty hearts to ride a-tilt.

THE WHITE MOTH.

_If a leaf rustled, she would start: And yet she died, a year ago.

How had so frail a thing the heart To journey where she trembled so?

And do they turn and turn in fright, Those little feet, in so much night?_

The light above the poet's head Streamed on the page and on the cloth, And twice and thrice there buffeted On the black pane a white-wing'd moth; 'Twas Annie's soul that beat outside And 'Open, open, open!' cried:

'I could not find the way to G.o.d; There were too many flaming suns For signposts, and the fearful road Led over wastes where millions Of tangled comets hissed and burned-- I was bewilder'd and I turned.

'O, it was easy then! I knew Your window and no star beside.

Look up, and take me back to you!'

--He rose and thrust the window wide.

'Twas but because his brain was hot With rhyming; for he heard her not.

But poets polis.h.i.+ng a phrase Show anger over trivial things; And as she blundered in the blaze Towards him, on ecstatic wings, He raised a hand and smote her dead; Then wrote '_That I had died instead!_'

IRISH MELODIES.

I.

TIM THE DRAGOON (From 'Troy Town')

Be aisy an' list to a chune That's sung of bowld Tim the Dragoon-- Sure, 'twas he'd niver miss To be stalin' a kiss, Or a brace, by the light of the moon-- Aroon-- Wid a wink at the Man in the Moon!

Rest his sowl where the daisies grow thick; For he's gone from the land of the quick: But he's still makin' love To the leddies above, An' be jabbers! he'll tache 'em the thrick-- Avick-- Niver doubt but he'll tache 'em the thrick!

'Tis by Tim the dear saints'll set sth.o.r.e, And 'ull thrate him to whisky galore: For they 've only to sip But the tip of his lip An' bedad! they'll be askin' for more-- Asth.o.r.e-- By the powers, they'll be shoutin' 'Ancore!'

IRISH MELODIES.

II.

KENMARE RIVER.

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