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“And the steed it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure,
And the mane shall swim the wind;
And the hoofs along the sod
Till the shepherds look behind. “He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover,
Through the crowds that praise his deeds;
And, when soul-tired by one troth, Unto him I will discover
That swan's nest among the reeds.”
Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gaily,---
Tied the bonnet, donn'd the shoe,
And went homeward round a mile, Just to see, as she did daily,
What more eggs were with the two.
Pushing through the elm-tree copse, Winding by the stream, light-hearted,
Where the osier pathway leads
Past the boughs she stoops and stops : Lo! the wild swan had deserted,
And a rat had gnaw'd the reeds.
Ellie went home sad and slow. If she found the lover ever,
With his red-roan steed of steeds,
Sooth I know not; but I know
E. B. Brovning.
THE WREN'S NEST. AMONG the dwellings framed by birds
In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little wren's
In snugness may compare. No door the tenement requires,
And seldom needs a labor'd roof; Yet is it to the fiercest sun
Impervious and storm-proof,
So warm, so beautiful withal,
In perfect fitness for its aim,
Their instinct surely came.
An opportune recess,
For shadowy quietness.
A canopy in some still nook;
That overhangs a brook.
Warbles by fits his low clear song;
Are sung to all day long.
Where, till the flitting bird's return,
Like relics in an urn.
There is a better and a best ;
Are fairer than the rest.
In a green covert, where, from out
The leafy antlers sprout ;
- Mistrusting her evasive skill,
Her wishes to fulfil.
And fixʼd an infant's span above
The prettiest of the grove! * The kind, the species. + Penthoused, protected by. I Brae, the slope of a hill. ş Pollard, a tree with its head and branches lopped off. || Ęvasive skill, skill to escape discovery.
The treasure proudly did I show
To some whose minds without disdain Can turn to little things; but once
Look'd up for it in vain ; "Tis gone!-a ruthless spoiler's prey,
Who heeds not beauty, love, or song; 'Tis gone! (so seem'd it) and we grieved
Indignant at the wrong.
In clearer light the moss-built cell
And felt that all was well.
The largest of her upright leaves :
A simple flower deceives.
Thy quiet with no ill intent,
On barbarous plunder bent,
Take flight, and thou art free to roam,
And empty thy late home,
Amid the unviolated grove,
* Recede, depart, die.
From rock to rock pursue his way,
Pleased on his various freaks to dwell,
“Sweet Poll !” his doating mistress cries,
And calls aloud for sack.t
And now a hearty smack.
At first he aims at what he hears ;
Just catches at the sound;
And stuns the neighbours round.
A querulousg old woman's voice
He scolds, and gives the lie.
Poor Poll is like to die!”
A BARKING sound the shepherd hears,
The dog is not of mountain breed ;
* Mimic, imitative.
t Sack, drink.