SABRINA descends, and the LADY rises out of her seat. Spir. Virgin, daughter of Lo- Sprung of old Anchises' line, us grace, And not many furlongs thence But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow town and the President's castle; then come in country dancers, after them the ATTENDANT SPIRIT, with the Two BROTHERS, and the LADY. SONG. Spir.- Back, Shepherds, back, enough your play, Till next sunshine holiday; Of lighter toes, and such court guise This second Song presents them to their Father and Mother. Noble Lord, and Lady bright, Their faith, their patience, and And sent them here through hard assays With a crown of deathless praise, To triumph in victorious dance O'er sensual folly, and intemperance. The dances ended, the SPIRIT epilogizes. Spir. -To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky: There I suck the liquid air Thither all their bounties bring; Holds his dear Psyche sweet en tranced, After her wandering labors long, And from her fair unspotted side But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon Mortals, that would follow me, With life and mystical predomi nance; Since likewise for the stricken heart of Love This visible nature, and this common world, Is all too narrow: yea, a deeper import Lurks in the legend told my infant years Than lies upon that truth we live to learn. For fable is Love's world, his home, his birthplace: Delightedly dwells he 'mong fays and talismans, And spirits; and delightedly believes The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason. But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend; and to the lover Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky Shoot influence down; and even at this day 'Tis Jupiter who brings whate'er is great, And Venus who brings every thing that's fair! COLERIDGE: Wallenstein. MYTHOLOGY. O NEVER rudely will I blame his faith In the might of stars and angels! 'Tis not merely The human being's Pride that peoples space KILMENY. BONNY Kilmeny gaed up the glen; But it was na to meet Duneira's men, Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see, When many a day had come and fled, When grief grew calm, and hope was dead, When mass for Kilmeny's soul had been sung, When the bedesman had prayed, and the dead-bell rung, Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still, When the fringe was red on the westlin hill, The wood was sere, the moon in the wane, The reek of the cot hung over the plain Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane; When the ingle glowed with an eiry flame, Late, late in a gloamin, Kilmeny 66 came hame! Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been? Long hae we sought baith holt and den By linn, by ford, and greenwood tree; Yet you are halesome and fair to see. Where got you that joup o' the lily sheen? That bonny snood of the birk sae green? And these roses, the fairest that ever were seen? Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?" Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face; As still was her look, and as still was her ee, As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea, Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea. For Kilmeny had been she knew not where, And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare; Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew, Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew; But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung, And the airs of heaven played round her tongue, When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen, And a land where sin had never been A land of love and a land of light, Withouten sun, or moon, or night; And lovely beings round were rife, Who erst had travelled mortal life; They clasped her waist and her hands sae fair, They kissed her cheek and they kemed her hair; And round came many a blooming fere, Saying, "Bonny Kilmeny, ye're welcome here! Oh, bonny Kilmeny, free frae stain, If ever you seek the world againThat world of sin, of sorrow, and Then Kilmeny begged again to see The friends she had left in her own countrye; With distant music soft and deep, They lulled Kilmeny sound asleep; And when she awakened, she lay her lane, All lapped with flowers in the greenwood wene. When seven long years had come and fled; When grief was calm, and hope was dead; When scarce was remembered Kilmeny's name, Late, late in a gloamin, Kilmeny came hame! And oh, her beauty was fair to see, But still and steadfast was her ee! And oh, the words that fell from her mouth Were words of wonder and words of truth! Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead; (Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think,) And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, That I revived and was an emperor. Ah, me! how sweet is love itself possessed When but love's shadows are so rich in joy. SHAKSPEARE: Romeo and Juliet. SHIPS AT SEA. I HAVE ships that went to sea I have seen them, in my sleep, While around them screamed the gulls, Flying low, flying low. I have wondered why they staid From me, sailing round the world; And I've said, "I'm half afraid That their sails will ne'er be furled." Great the treasures that they hold, - Every sailor in the port Knows that I have ships at sea, Of the waves and winds the sport; And the sailors pity me. Oft they come and with me walk, Cheering me with hopeful talk, Till I put my fears aside, And contented watch the tide Rise and fall, rise and fall. I have waited on the piers, Gazing for them down the bay, Days and nights, for many years, Till I turned heart-sick away. But the pilots, when they land, Stop and take me by the hand, FANTASY. BREAK, Fantasy, from thy cave of cloud, And spread thy purple wings, And, though it be a waking dream, To all the senses here, BEN JONSON. PHOENIX AND TURTLE DOVE. LET the bird of loudest lay, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger, To this troop come thou not near. From this session interdict Let the priest in surplice white And thou treble-dated crow, 'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go. So they loved, as love in twain Hearts remote, yet not asunder; Distance, and no space was seen "Twixt the turtle and his queen: But in them it were a wonder. So between them love did shine, That the turtle saw his right |