I When one would aim an arrow fair, But send it slackly from the string; And one would pierce an outer ring, And one an inner, here and there; And last the master-bowman, he Would cleave the mark. A willing ear From point to point with power and grace, And seem to lift the form, and glow Alfred Tennyson. ON REVISITING TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. HAVE a debt of my heart's own to thee, School of my soul! old lime and cloister shade! Which I, strange suitor, should lament to see Fully acquitted and exactly paid. The first ripe taste of manhood's best delights, Knowledge imbibed, while mind and heart agree, In sweet belated talk on winter nights, With friends whom growing time keeps dear to me;— Such things I owe thee, and not only these: I owe thee the far-beaconing memories Of the young dead, who, having crossed the tide THE BACKS. ROPPING down the river, DROPPI Down the glancing river, Underneath the bridges, Carvéd stone and oaken, Crowned with sphere and pillar, Linking lawn with lawn, Sloping swards of garden, Dropping down the river, Through the hidden outlet Not proof against the stars. Drinking ruby claret From the silvered "Pewter," Spoil of ancient battle Ah! the balmy fragrance Of the friendly voices Laden with the sweetness Of the songs of old. James Payn Camelot. THE LADY OF SHALOTT. PART I. ON either side the river lie Ο Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And up and down the people go, Round an island there below, Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers By the margin, willow-veiled, Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or is she known in all the land, Only reapers, reaping early Down to towered Camelot : PART II. THERE she weaves by night and day A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, And moving through a mirror clear Winding down to Camelot : |