THE LOVER'S DREAM OF THE WIND. "The Wind before it woos the Harp, Is but the wild and tuneless air, Yet as it passes through the chords, I. I DREAM'D thou wert a fairy Harp, Untouch'd by mortal hand, And I the voiceless, sweet west wind, I touch'd, I kiss'd thy trembling strings, And lo! my common air Throbb'd with emotion caught from thee, And turn'd to music rare. II. I dream'd thou wert a Rose in bloom, And I the gale of spring, That sought the odours of thy breath, No poorer thou, but richer I, So rich, that far at sea, The grateful mariners were glad, And bless'd both thee and me. 63 III. I dream'd thou wert the Evening Star, And I a lake at rest, That saw thine image all the night Reflected on my breast. Too far!-too far!-come dwell on Earth, Be Harp and Rose of May ; I need thy music in my heart, Thy fragrance on my way. DOWN UPON THE GREEN EARTH. I. FIVE hundred years the royal tree Has waved in the woods his branches free; But king no longer shall he stand, To cast his shadow o'er the land; The hour has come when he must die : Down upon the green earth let him lie! II. No more beneath his spreading boughs No more with early fondness mark Their names upon his crinkled bark, Or idly dream and softly sigh: Down upon the green earth let him lie! III. The lightning stroke has o'er him pass'd, And never harm'd him first or last t; But mine are strokes more sure, I trust, To lay his forehead in the dust; My hatchet falls the splinters fly: Down upon But yet, although I smite him down, And cast to earth his forest crown, The good old tree shall live again, To plough deep furrows o'er the main, And flaunt his pennant to the sky: Down upon the green earth let him lie F DOWN UPON THE GREEN EARTH. I. FIVE hundred years the royal tree Has waved in the woods his branches free; But king no longer shall he stand, To cast his shadow o'er the land; The hour has come when he must die : Down upon the green earth let him lie! II. No more beneath his spreading boughs |