bermione BARRY CORNWALL Thou hast beauty bright and fair, Thou hast reason quick and strong, And a voice, itself a song! What then can we still desire? Something thou dost want, O queen! Tbose Evening Bells THOMAS MOORE Those evening bells! those evening bells. How many a tale their music tells, Of youth, and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime! Those joyous hours are passed away; And so 'twill be when I am gone· The Two Oceans JOHN STERLING Two seas, amid the night, In the moonshine roll and sparkle Now spread in the silver light, Now sadden, and wail, and darkle. One has a billowy motion, And from land to land it gleams; The other is sleep's wide ocean, And its glimmering waves are dreams. The one with murmur and roar, Bears fleets around coast and islet; The other, without a shore, Ne'er knew the track of a pilot. The Wind and Stream WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A brook came stealing from the ground; The borders of that winding stream, A breeze came wandering from the sky, And softly stooped to kiss the stream, The water, as the wind passed o'er, Away the airy wanderer flew To where the fields with blossoms teem, To sparkling springs and rivers blue, And left alone that little stream, The Wind and Stream The flattered stream, the cheated stream, The sad, forsaken, lonely stream. That careless wind came never back; Complaining went that little stream, The cheated stream, the hopeless stream, The ever-murmuring, mourning stream. |