18 Blue isles of heaven laugh'd between, Sometimes the linnet piped his song: Then, in the boyhood of the year, She seem'd a part of joyous Spring: Now on some twisted ivy-net, Her cream-white mule his pastern set: By night to eery warblings, 27 When all the glimmering moorland rings As fast she fled thro' sun and shade, 1842. 36 45 Lord Tennyson. AMY WENTWORTH HER fingers shame the ivory keys O perfumed suitor, spare thy smiles! Her thoughts are not of thee; She better loves the salted wind, The voices of the sea. Her heart is like an outbound ship 12 16 20 24 She sings, and, smiling, hears her praise, Who watches from his sea-blown deck She questions all the winds that blow, And bids the sea-birds flying north She speeds them with the thanks of men And grateful prayers like holy oil To smooth for him the wave. Brown Viking of the fishing-smack! Fair toast of all the town! The skipper's jerkin ill beseems The lady's silken gown! But ne'er shall Amy Wentworth wear For him the blush of shame Who dares to set his manly gifts Against her ancient name. The stream is brightest at its spring, Nor honored less than he who heirs Full lightly shall the prize be won, If love be Fortune's spur; 28 32 36 And never maiden stoops to him Her home is brave in Jaffrey Street. By feet of old Colonial knights Still green about its ample porch Trained back to show in English oak And on her, from the wainscot old, And this has worn the soldier's sword, But, strong of will and proud as they, As if she trod on sailor's deck The sweetbrier blooms on Kittery-side, She looks across the harbor-bar His greeting from the Northern sea 40 44 48 52 56 160 64 She hums a song, and dreams that he, As in its romance old, Shall homeward ride with silken sails And masts of beaten gold! Oh, rank is good, and gold is fair, 1862. 68 72 John Greenleaf Whittier. ANNABEL LEE It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, 6 12 |