Are God and Nature then at strife, That in this blindness of the frame That Nature lends such evil My ghost may feel that thine is near. dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds, And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear, To find a stronger faith his own: And Power was with him in the night, Far off thou art, but ever nigh: Which makes the darkness and the I shall not lose thee though I die. [From The Princess.] THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle: answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. Oh, hark, oh, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! Oh, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blow ing! Ask me no more: What answer Yet tears they shed: they had their should I give ? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye: Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live: part Of sorrow: for when time was The still affection of the heart And left a want unknown before: Although the loss that brought us pain, That loss but made us love the With farther lookings on. The kiss, The comfort, I have found in thee: But that God bless thee, dear - who wrought Two spirits to one equal mindWith blessings beyond hope or thought, With blessings which no words can find. Arise, and let us wander forth, To yon old mill across the wolds; For look, the sunset, south and north, Winds all the vale in rosy folds, And fires your narrow casement glass, Touching the sullen pool below: On the chalk-hill the bearded grass Is dry and dewless, let us go. [From The Miller's Daughter.] Ir is the miller's daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That trembles at her ear: And I would be the girdle About her dainty, dainty waist, And I should know if it beat right, |