MEMORY. Nessun magglor dolore Nella miseria. Dante. I. STAND on a funeral mound, Far, far from all that love thee; With a barren heath around, And a cypress bower above thee: And think, while the sad wind frets, And the night in cold gloom closes, Of spring, and spring's sweet violets, Of summer, and summer's roses. II. Sleep where the thunders fly Across the tossing billow; Thy canopy the sky, And the lonely deck thy pillow: And dream, while the chill sea-foam In mockery dashes o'er thee, Of the cheerful hearth, and the quiet home, And the kiss of her that bore thee. III. Watch in the deepest cell Of the foeman's dungeon tower, Till hope's most cherished spell Has lost its cheering power; And sing, while the galling chain On every stiff limb freezes, Of the huntsman hurrying o'er the plain, Of the breath of the mountain breezes. IV. Talk of the minstrel's lute, The warrior's high endeavor, When the honeyed lips are mute, And the strong arm crushed for ever: Look back to the summer sun, From the mist of dark December; Then say to the broken-hearted one, ""Tis pleasant to remember!" TELL HIM I LOVE HIM YET. TELL him, I love him yet, Ah, in that joyous time! Tell him, I ne'er forget, Though memory now be crime. Tell him, when fades the light I dream of him by night He must not dream of me! Green, green upon his brow The laurel wreath shall be Although that laurel now Must not be shared with me! Tell him to smile again In pleasure's dazzling throng, To wear another's chain, Before the loveliest there, I'd have him bend the knee, And breathe to her the prayer He used to breathe to me! THE RACE.* THE sun hath shed a mellower beam, Alas! how sweet a scene were here For shepherd or for sonneteer; * Fragments of a description of the procession of Eton boats by the river, and Eton cavaliers by land, to Surly Hall, on the evening of "Election Saturday "-the last poem written by Praed while at Eton. |