83. ROBERT SOUTHEY. Stanzas. I. My days among the Dead are past; Where'er these casual eyes are cast My never failing friends are they, 2. With them I take delight in weal, And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd 3. My thoughts are with the Dead, with them I live in long-past years, Their virtues love, their faults condemn, And from their lessons seek and find Instruction with an humble mind. 4. My hopes are with the Dead, anon And I with them shall travel on Through all Futurity; Yet leaving here a name, I trust, 1837 Edition. 84. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. Requiem. UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. This be the verse you grave for me: 1887 Edition. It is the miller's daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That I would be the jewel That trembles in her ear: For hid in ringlets day and night, And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist, And I should know if it beat right, And I would be the necklace, And all day long to fall and rise Upon her balmy bosom, With her laughter or her sighs, 86. And I would lie so light, so light, I scarce should be unclasp'd at night. St. Agnes' Eve. DEEP on the convent-roof the snows My breath to heaven like vapour goes: The shadows of the convent-towers Still creeping with the creeping hours Make Thou my spirit pure and clear Or this first snowdrop of the year As these white robes are soil'd and dark, To yonder shining ground; As this pale taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent round; So shows my soul before the Lamb, |