The Lady smiled one radiant smile, And the Lady rode away.— There is not a lady in all our Isle, I have heard a Poet say, Who can listen more than a little while His mother's voice was fierce and shrill Let the strings be broken an they will, Peace, peace! the pilgrim as he went But the blessing that his wan lips sent And turn his hand from wrong. Belike the child had little thought Of the moral the Minstrel drew; But the dream of a deed of kindness wroughtBrings it not peace to you? And doth not a lesson of virtue taught Teach him that teaches too? And if the Lady sighed no sigh For the Minstrel or his hymn, Yet when he shall lie 'neath the moonlit sky Or lip the goblet's brim, What a star in the mist of memory That smile will be to him! IN these gay pages there is food For every mind and every mood, Fair Lady, if you dare to spell them : Now merriment-now grief prevails; But yet the best of all the tales Is of the young group met to tell them. Oh was it not a pleasant thought To set the pestilence at nought, Chatting among sweet streams and flowers Of jealous husbands, fickle wives, Of all the tricks which love contrives To see through veils, and talk through towers? Lady, they say the fearful Guest Poised on his sulphurous wings, advances, Who on the frozen river's banks Has thinned the Russian despot's ranks, Another year-a brief brief year— He comes with all his gloomy terrors ; And there'll be sermons in the street; friend and foe we meet And every Will wear the dismal garb of sorrow; And quacks will send their lies about, And weary Halford will find out He must have four new bays to-morrow. But you shall fly from these dark signs, Ere from your cheek one rose is faded; In some bright garden's green recess, By walls fenced round, by huge trees shaded. WRITTEN IN LADY MYRTLE'S "BOCCACCIO." There brooks shall dance in light along, Be cautious how you choose your men : Scholars who read, or write the papers; Avoid all youths who toil for praise Or sigh to leave high fame behind them Take men of sense,—if you can find them. Live, laugh, tell stories; ere they're told, New follies come, new faults, new fashions; To thought a folio history Of blighted hopes, and thwarted passions. II |