V. My First in torrents bleak and black "Now take me in; the moon hath past; I pray ye, take me in! The lightnings flash, the hail falls fast, All Hades rides the thunder-blast ; "I know thee well, thy songs and sighs; A wicked god thou art, And yet most welcome to the eyes, Most witching to the heart!" And shook his drooping wing; The Lover bade him enter there, And wrung my First from out his hair, And dried my Second's string. And therefore (so the urchin swore, By Styx, the fearful river, And by the shafts his quiver bore, And by his shining quiver) That Lover aye shall see my Whole In Life's tempestuous Heaven; And, when the lightnings cease to roll, Shall fix thereon his dreaming soul In the deep calm of even. VI. THE Indian lover burst From his lone cot by night;When Love hath lit my First In hearts by Passion nurst, Oh who shall quench the light? The Indian left the shore ; He heard the night-wind sing, And cursed the tardy oar, And wished that he could soar The blast came cold and damp; I lent my lingering lamp, He paddled his canoe. VII. ENIGMA. In other days, when hope was bright, Of endless spring, and cloudless weather, But now ye tell another tale; Away! ye grieve and ye rejoice VIII. ALAS for that forgotten day When Chivalry was nourished, When none but friars learned to pray, And beef and beauty flourished, And fraud in kings was held accurst, And falsehood sin was reckoned, And mighty chargers bore my First, And fat monks wore my Second! Oh then I carried sword and shield, How grand was I in olden days! The theme of minstrels' story ; |