Singing most joyfully. Hark what she sings: "O joy, O joy, For the humming street, and the child with its toy! For the priest, and the bell, and the holy well; For the wheel where I spun, And the blessed light of the sun!" And so she sings her fill, Singing most joyfully, Till the spindle drops from her hand, And the whizzing wheel stands still. She steals to the window, and looks at the sand, And over the sand at the sea; And her eyes are set in a stare ; And anon there breaks a sigh, A long, long sigh; For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden Come away, away children; She will start from her slumber Will hear the waves roar. The waves roar and whirl, A ceiling of amber, A pavement of pearl. -Singing: "Here came a mortal, But faithless was she! And alone dwell for ever The kings of the sea.” But, children, at midnight, We will gaze, from the sand-hills, And then come back down. Singing : "There dwells a loved one, But cruel is she! She left lonely for ever The kings of the sea." AUSTERITY OF POETRY THAT SON of Italy who tried to blow,9 Fair was the bride, and on her front did glow Such, poets, is your bride, the Muse! young, gay, A PICTURE AT NEWSTEAD WHAT made my heart, at Newstead, fullest swell? 'Twas not the thought of Byron, of his cry Stormily sweet, his Titan-agony; It was the sight of that Lord Arundel N |