SAINT AGNES' EVE. 89 SAINT AGNES' EVE. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows My breath to heaven like vapor goes; The shadows of the convent-towers Still creeping with the creeping hours Or this first snowdrop of the year As these white robes are soiled and dark, As this pale taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent round; So shows my soul before the Lamb, My spirit before Thee; So in mine earthly house I am, To that I hope to be. Break up the heavens, O Lord! and far, He lifts me to the golden doors; The flashes come and go; 90 THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES. All heaven bursts her starry floors, And strews her lights below, For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits, One sabbath deep and wide - ALFRED TENNYSON. THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES. SAINT AGNES' Eve, - ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; NYSON. COUNTRY SLEIGHING. Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees: 91 He passeth by; and his weak spirit fails JOHN KEATS. grass, d er he COUNTRY SLEIGHING. (A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE.) IN January, when down the dairy At night we rig the team, Then fill it, fill it, fill it, fill it, Here friends and cousins dash up by dozens, There John and Molly, behind, are jolly, Nell rides with me, before. All down the village street We range us in a row: 92 COUNTRY SLEIGHING. Now jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, And over the crispy snow! The windows glisten, the old folks listen To hear the sleigh-bells pass; The fields grow whiter, the stars are brig The road is smooth as glass. Our muffled faces burn, The clear north wind blows cold, The girls all nestle, nestle, nestle, Each in her lover's hold. Through bridge and gateway we're shooti way, Their tollman was too slow! He'll listen after our song and laughter As over the hill we go. The girls cry, "Fie! for shame! Their cheeks and lips are red, And so with kisses, kisses, kisses, They take the toll instead. Still follow, follow! across the hollow Whoa, now! all steady! the host is ready The irons are in the fire, The hissing flip is got; COUNTRY SLEIGHING. Push back the tables, and from the stables All take your places, and make your graces, And let the dance begin. The girls are beating time To hear the music sound; Now foot it, foot it, foot it, foot it, Last couple toward the left! all forward! First tune the fiddle, then down the middle Play Money Musk to close, Then take the "long chassé," While in to supper, supper, supper, The landlord leads the way. The bells are ringing, the ostlers bringing The cutters up anew; The beasts are neighing; too long we're staying; The night is half-way through. Wrap close the buffalo-robes, We're all aboard once more; Now jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, So follow, follow, by hill and hollow, And swiftly homeward glide. What midnight splendor! how warm and tender The maiden by your side! 93 |