Come and fawn about her hair! Kiss the fringes of her eyes! Ask her why she looks so fair, When she heedeth not my sighs? Tell her, murmuring summer air, IS MY LOVER ON THE SEA? BARRY CORNWALL. Is my lover on the sea, Sailing east or sailing west? Nightly ocean, gentle be, Rock him into rest! Let no angry wind arise, Nor a wave with whitened crest: All be gentle as his eyes When he is caressed! Bear him (as the breeze above Bears the bird unto its nest,) Here, unto his home of love, A DRINKING SONG. BARRY CORNWALL. Drink, and fill the night with mirth ! And soar into the world of pleasure. Here's to Helen! why, ah! why Doth she fly from my pursuing? May she warm before thy wooing! Fill the deep-mouthed glasses high When the four wild winds assemble! (Love, the young man's, wise man's treasure!) Drink, and fill your throats with mirth! Drink, and drown the world in pleasure! THE RECALL. BARRY CORNWALL. Come again! come again! Call'd by many a vernal strain, Come thou, for whom tears were falling, And a thousand tongues are calling: Come again, O come again, Like the sunshine after rain. DRINKING SONG. Pour around the sparkling wine, Wine it is the milk of Venus, Honour then the queen of love- Beauty in your bosom screen us, While your coral teat we prove. Who but loves a rosy lip, Moisten'd with the morning dew---Such a lip where bees would sipWere they blest like those that do. Who but loves a boundless sea- All the nectar'd sweets of life. Drain--ah then the sparkling bowl, |