A LIGHT WOMAN. I. So far as our story approaches the end, II. My friend was already too good to lose, And seemed in the way of improvement yet, When she crossed his path with her hunting-noose, And over him drew her net. III. When I saw him tangled in her toils, IV. And before my friend be wholly hers, So, I V. gave her eyes my own eyes to take, My hand sought hers as in earnest need, And round she turned for my noble sake, And gave me herself indeed. VI. The eagle am I, with my fame in the world, VII. For see, my friend goes shaking and white; I have turned, it appears, his day to night, One should master one's passions, (love, in chief) IX. And she, - she lies in my hand as tame 'Tis mine, can I let it fall? X. With no mind to eat it, that's the worst! Were it thrown in the road, would the case assist? 'T was quenching a dozen blue-flies' thirst When I gave its stalk a twist. XI. And I, - what I seem to my friend, you see: XII. "T is an awkward thing to play with souls, XIII. One likes to show the truth for the truth; But suppose she says, What wrong have I done to you? XIV. Well, anyhow, here the story stays, THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER. I. I said - Then, dearest, since 't is so, Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails, Your name in pride and thankfulness ! - And this beside, if you will not blame, Your leave for one more last ride with me. II. My mistress bent that brow of hers; With life or death in the balance: right! Shall be together, breathe and ride, So, one day more am I deified. Who knows but the world may end to-night? III. Hush! if you saw some western cloud - sun's And moon's and evening-star's at once- Thus leant she and lingered — joy and fear! IV. Then we began to ride. My soul What need to strive with a life awry? Had I said that, had I done this, Where had I been now if the worst befell? V. Fail I alone, in words and deeds? - As the world rushed by on either side. The petty done, the undone vast, This present of theirs with the hopeful past! I hoped she would love me; here we ride. VI. What hand and brain went ever paired? What heart alike conceived and dared? What act proved all its thought had been? What will but felt the fleshly screen? We ride and I see her bosom heave. There's many a crown for who can reach. Ten lines, a statesman's life in each! The flag stuck on a heap of bones, A soldier's doing! what atones? They scratch his name on the Abbey-stones. My riding is better, by their leave. VII. What does it all mean, poet? Well, And place them in rhyme so, side by side. 'Tis something, nay 't is much: but then, Have you yourself what 's best for men? - poor, sick, old ere your timeNearer one whit your own sublime Are you Than we who never have turned a rhyme? Sing, riding 's a joy! For me, I ride. VIII. And you, great sculptor so, you gave A score of years to Art, her slave, You acquiesce, and shall I repine? What, man of music, you grown gray IX. Who knows what's fit for us? Had fate Earth being so good, would heaven seem best? X. And yet she has not spoke so long! And heaven just prove that I and she THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN; A CHILD'S STORY. (WRITTEN FOR, AND INSCRIBED TO, W. M. THE YOUNGER.) I. Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, The river Weser, deep and wide, |