To hearts which near each other move Percy B. Shelley. CCCLXXXVI. GOOD-NIGHT. GOOD-NIGHT to thee, Lady! tho' many Where all was seducing and bright; Good-night to thee, Lady! 'tis over- And many a false one is gay; Of conquests, as homeward she drivesAnd some are gone home to their slumbers, And some are gone home to their wives. And I, while my cab in the shower Is waiting, the last at the door, Am looking all round for the flower That fell from your wreath on the floor. Though wither'd and faded its hue- There are tones that will haunt us, tho' lonely There are hopes which our burthen can lighten, And dreams that, like moonlight, can brighten With a light that is clearer than day. There are names that we cherish, tho' nameless, There are hearts that, tho' fetter'd, are tameless, And some for a husband too light,— The Ball and my dream are all over Good-night to thee, Lady, Good-night! Edward Fitzgerald. CCCLXXXVII. CHIVALRY AT A DISCOUNT. FAIR cousin mine! the golden days And minstrels now care nought for bays, And hearts are cold, and lips are mute And now we've neither lance nor lute, Yet weeping Beauty mourns the time Now wedlock is a sober thing No more of chains or forges !— A plain young man-a plain gold ring-- Then every cross-bow had a string, And making love was quite the thing, And maiden-aunts were never seen, Then hawking was a noble sport, And chess a pretty science; And huntsmen learnt to blow a morte, And heralds a defiance; And knights and spearmen show'd their might, And timid hinds took warning; And hypocras was warm'd at night And coursers in the morning. Then plumes and pennons were prepared, And Beauty play'd the leech's part, And warriors sometimes lost a heart, Then there was no such thing as Fear, And Fickleness was treason; And hearts were soft, though blows were hard; But when the fight was over, A brimming goblet cheer'd the board, His Lady's smile the lover. Ay, these were glorious days! The moon Had then her true adorers; And there were lyres and lutes in tune, Then people wore an iron vest, And the artizans who lived the best And steel was measured by the ell, And knights a cap and feather. Then single folks might live at ease, Edward Fitzgerald. CCCLXXXVIII. THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST. LITTLE Ellie sits alone 'Mid the beeches of a meadow By a stream-side on the grass, She has thrown her bonnet by, Little Ellie sits alone, And the smile she softly uses Fills the silence like a speech, While she thinks what shall be done, And the sweetest pleasure chooses For her future within reach. Little Ellie in her smile The swan's nest among the reeds. "And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble, With an eye that takes the breath As his sword strikes men to death. "And the steed it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure, And the mane shall swim the wind; "But my lover will not prize All the glory that he rides in, When he gazes in my face: He will say, 'O Love, thine eyes Build the shrine my soul abides in, And I kneel here for thy grace !' "Then, ay, then he shall kneel low, "Then he will arise so pale, I will utter, and dissemble- "Then he'll ride among the hills "Three times shall a young foot-page Swim the stream and climb the mountain, |