PAST DAYS. 109 D PAST DAYS. THREE ROUNDELS. I. EAD and gone, the days we had together, Shadow-stricken all the lights that shone Round them, flown as flies the blown foam's feather, Dead and gone. Where we went, we twain, in time foregone, Bound am I with time as with a tether; Thee perchance death leads enfranchised on, II. Above the sea and sea-washed town we dwelt, Free from all heed of aught at all were we, Save chance of change that clouds or sunbeams dealt The Norman downs with bright gray waves for belt Above the sea. III. Cliffs and downs and headlands which the forward hasting Flight of dawn and eve empurples and embrowns, Wings of wild sea-winds and stormy seasons wasting Cliffs and downs, These, or ever man was, were: the same sky frowns, Laughs, and lightens, as before his soul, forecast ing Times to be, conceived such hopes as time dis crowns These we loved of old: but now for me the blast ing Breath of death makes dull the bright small seaward towns, Clothes with human change these all but everlasting Cliffs and downs. A. C. Swinburne. ΤΗ AT SEA. HE night is made for cooling shade, And when I was a child, I laid My hands upon my breast and prayed, Child-like as then I lie to-night, And watch my lonely cabin light. AT SEA. Each movement of the swaying lamp As o'er her deck the billows tramp, It starts and shudders, while it burns, Now swinging slow, and slanting low, And yet I know, while to and fro O hand of God! O lamp of peace! Though weak, and tossed, and ill at ease, The ship's convulsive roll, A heavenly trust my spirit calms, Happy as if, to-night, Under the cottage roof, again I heard the soothing summer rain. III 7. T. Trowbridge. THO THOU GLORIOUS MIRROR! HOU glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests! in all time,— Calm or convulsed, in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made: each zone Obeys thee thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. A MYTH. Byron. A FLOATING, a floating Across the sleeping sea, All night I heard a singing bird Upon the topmast tree. "Oh, came you from the isles of Greece Or off some tree in forests free That fringe the western main?" "I came not off the old world, But I am one of the birds of God Which sing the whole night through." "Oh, sing and wake the dawning! Oh, whistle for the wind! The night is long, the current strong, DOVER BEACH. "The current sweeps the old world, The current sweeps the new ; The wind will blow, the dawn will glow, 113 C. Kingsley. DOVER BEACH. `HE sea is calm to-night; THE The tide is full; the moon lies fair Upon the Straits; on the French coast the light Gleams, and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window sweet is the night-air! Only from the long line of spray Where the ebb meets the moon-blanched sand, Of pebbles which the waves suck back, and fling, Begin and cease, and then again begin, Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought Of human misery: we ind also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled; |