186 Across the gap made by our English hinds A floating, a floating across the sleeping sea Ah, did you once see Shelley plain And did those feet in ancient time An effigy of brass A north country maid up to London had stray'd A still salt pool, lock'd in with bars of sand At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears At the grey dawn, amongst the falling leaves A vote in the laws they make! A wee bird cam' to our ha' door Beautiful face of a child Because of Death hold not thy life too cheap Because you could not choose to cramp Bells upon the city are ringing in the night Between the salt sea-send before Blow, blow, winds blow, braggart winds and merry Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and the rain are flying Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Breathes there the man, with soul so dead Bury the Great Duke But who the melodies of morn can tell? Buy my English posies! Byron lay, lazily lay Calm is the morn without a sound Dark, dark was the day when we looked on Culloden Dire rebel though he was Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove Fair Daffodils, we weep to see Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Farewell! all good wishes go with him to-day First came the primrose Fleet Street! Fleet Street! Fleet Street in the morning Foam flies white over rocks of black For England, when with favouring gale From Death's dark portals From England's gilded halls of State and your springs From the Cotswolds, from the Chilterns, from your fountains - Goe find some whispering shade neare Arne or Poe Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill Go, pretty child, and bear this flower Green fields of England! wheresoe'er He gave us all a good-bye cheerily - He has outsoared the shadow of our night He left the upland lawns and serene air Here in the country's heart Here, where your garden fenced about and still is - How large that thrush looks on the bare thorn-tree! I bear the banner of the sun at noon I cannot tell what you say, green leaves- (B 838) 27** |