40 THE RHODORA. When with the jacinthi Coy fountains are tressed, Greenwoods are dressed, That did for Tereus pine, To whom our hearts incline : May, be thou blessed! LORD THURLOW THE RHODORA. IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, Made the black waters with their beauty gay ; This charm is wasted on the marsh and sky, Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But in my simple ignorance suppose The selfsame Power that brought me there, brought you. RALPH WALDO EMERSON. THE FAIRIES. Up the airy mountain, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Down along the rocky shore Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake. High on the hill-top The old king sits; He is now so old and gray He's nigh lost his wits. With a bridge of white mist Columbkill he crosses, 42 THE FAIRIES. On his stately journeys From Slieveleague to Rosses; On cold, starry nights, Of the gay Northern Lights. They stole little Bridget Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back, By the craggy hill-side, Is any man so daring To dig one up in spite, He shall find the thornies set Up the airy mountain, SUMMER DAYS. IN Summer, when the days were long, We strayed from morn till evening came; In Summer, when the days were long, And then we sat beneath the trees, |