To fetch clear water out of the spring    The little maid Margaret ran;    From the stream to the castle�s western wing    It was but a bowshot span;    On the…

HELEN RABY.     Where the grave-deeps rot, where the grave-dews rust,    They dug, crying, �Earth to earth�,    Crying, �Ashes to ashes and dust to dust�,    And what are my…

Prologue     Calm and clear! the bright day is declining,    The crystal expanse of the bay,    Like a shield of pure metal, lies shining    �Twixt headlands of purple and…

    Adieu to kindred hearts and home,    To pleasure, joy, and mirth,    A fitter foot than mine to roam    Could scarcely tread the earth;    For they are now so few…

    Aye, snows are rife in December,    And sheaves are in August yet,    And you would have me remember,    And I would rather forget;    In the bloom of the May-day…

LAURENCE RABY.     Laurence:    I said to young Allan M�Ilveray,    Beside the swift swirls of the North,    When, in lilac shot through with a silver ray,    We haul�d the strong…

From a Picture     The sun has gone down, spreading wide on    The sky-line one ray of red fire;    Prepare the soft cushions of Sidon,    Make ready the rich…

    A burning glass of burnished brass,    The calm sea caught the noontide rays,    And sunny slopes of golden grass    And wastes of weed-flower seem to blaze.    Beyond the shining…

    Oh! wind that whistles o�er thorns and thistles,    Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf;    Why should he labour to help his neighbour    Who feels too reckless…

    Dear Bell, I enclose what you ask in a letter,    A short rhyme at random, no more and no less,    And you may insert it, for want…