The Children's Garland from the Best Poets Part 9

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'The hare is crouching in her form, The hart beside the hind; An aged man, amid the storm, No shelter can I find.

'You hear the Ettrick's sullen roar, Dark, deep, and strong is he, And I must ford the Ettrick o'er, Unless you pity me.

'The iron gate is bolted hard, At which I knock in vain; The owner's heart is closer barr'd, Who hears me thus complain.

'Farewell, farewell! and Heaven grant, When old and frail you be, You never may the shelter want, That's now denied to me!'

The Ranger on his couch lay warm, And heard him plead in vain; But oft, amid December's storm, He'll hear that voice again:



For lo, when through the vapours dank Morn shone on Ettrick fair, A corpse, amid the alders rank, The Palmer welter'd there.

_Sir W. Scott_

x.x.xIV

_THE FORSAKEN MERMAN_

Come dear children, let us away; Down and away below.

Now my brothers call from the bay; Now the great winds sh.o.r.ewards blow; Now the salt tides seawards flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.

Children dear, let us away.

This way, this way.

Call her once before you go.

Call once yet, In a voice that she will know: 'Margaret! Margaret!'

Children's voices should be dear (Call once more) to a mother's ear: Children's voices wild with pain.

Surely she will come again.

Call her once, and come away.

This way, this way.

'Mother dear, we cannot stay.'

The wild white horses foam and fret, Margaret! Margaret!

Come dear children, come away down.

Call no more.

One last look at the white-walled town, And the little grey church on the windy sh.o.r.e, Then come down.

She will not come though you call all day.

Come away, come away.

Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay?

In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through the swell, The far-off sound of a silver bell?

Sand-strewn caverns cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream; Where the sea-beasts rang'd all round Feed in the ooze of their pasture ground; Where the sea-snakes coil and twine, Dry their mail and bask in the brine; Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world forever and aye?

When did music come this way?

Children dear, was it yesterday?

Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away?

Once she sat with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea.

And the youngest sat on her knee.

She comb'd its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of the far-off bell, She sigh'd, she look'd up through the clear green sea, She said, 'I must go, for my kinsfolk pray In the little grey church on the sh.o.r.e to-day.

'Twill be Easter-time in the world--ah me!

And I lose my poor soul, Merman, here with thee.'

I said: 'Go up, dear heart, through the waves: Say thy prayer, and come back to the kind sea-caves.'

She smiled, she went up through the surf in the bay.

Children dear, was it yesterday?

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.

We went up the beach in the sandy down Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the white-walled town, Through the narrow paved streets, where all was still To the little grey church on the windy hill.

From the church came a murmur of folk at their prayers, But we stood without in the cold blowing airs.

We climb'd on the graves on the stones worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes.

She sat by the pillar; we saw her clear; 'Margaret, hist! come quick, we are here.

Dear heart,' I said, 'we are here alone.

The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.'

But, ah, she gave me never a look, For her eyes were seal'd to the holy book.

'Loud prays the priest; shut stands the door.'

Come away, children, call no more, 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, From the humming street, and the child with its toy, From the priest and the bell, and the holy well, From the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun.'

And so she sings her fill, Singing most joyfully, Till the shuttle falls from her hand, 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, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow clouded eye, And a heart sorrow laden, A long, long sigh, For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden, And the gleam of her golden hair.

Come away, away children, Come children, come down.

The hoa.r.s.e wind blows colder; Lights s.h.i.+ne in the town.

She will start from her slumber When gusts shake the door; She will hear the winds howling, Will hear the waves roar.

We shall see, while above us The waves roar and whirl, A ceiling of amber, A pavement of pearl.

Singing, 'Here came a mortal, But faithless was she, And alone dwell forever The kings of the sea.'

But children, at midnight, When soft the winds blow, When clear falls the moonlight, When spring-tides are low; When sweet airs come seaward From heaths starr'd with broom; And high rocks throw mildly On the blanch'd sands a gloom: Up the still, glistening beaches, Up the creeks we will hie; Over banks of bright seaweed The ebb-tide leaves dry.

We will gaze from the sand-hills, At the white sleeping town; At the church on the hill-side-- And then come back, down.

Singing, 'There dwells a loved one, But cruel is she: She left lonely forever The kings of the sea.'

_M. Arnold_

x.x.xV

_THE SANDS O' DEE_

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