THE FUGITIVES. I. THE waters are flashing, The lightnings are glancing, The whirlwind is rolling, The thunder is tolling, The forest is swinging, The minster bells ringing— Come away! The Earth is like Ocean, Wreck-strewn and in motion: Bird, beast, man and worm Have crept out of the storm Come away! II. "Our boat has one sail, And the helmsman is pale; And she cried: "Ply the oar ! As she spoke, bolts of death Mixed with hail, specked their path O'er the sea. And from isle, tower and rock, From the lee, III. "And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou? And see'st thou, and hear'st thou ? And drive we not free O'er the terrible sea, I and thou?" While around the lashed Ocean, IV. In the court of the fortress Like a blood-hound well beaten, By shame ; On the topmost watch-turret, Seems tame; And with curses as wild He devotes to the blast The best, loveliest and last SONG. I. RARELY, rarely, comest thou, Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a weary night and day II. How shall ever one like me Win thee back again? With the joyous and the free Spirit false thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not. III. As a lizard with the shade Of a trembling leaf, Thou with sorrow art dismayed; Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear. IV. Let me set my mournful ditty Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure. Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. V. I love all that thou lovest, Spirit of Delight! The fresh Earth in new leaves drest, Autumn evening, and the morn VI. I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost; I love waves, and winds, and storms. Every thing almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery. VII. I love tranquil solitude, And such society |