THE FUGITIVES. I. THE waters are flashing, The whirlwind is rolling, The thunder is tolling, The forest is swinging, The minster bells ringing Come away! The Earth is like Ocean, Bird, beast, man and worm II. "Our boat has one sail, And the helmsman is pale ; A bold pilot I trow, Who should follow us now,' Shouted He L And she cried: "Ply the oar! And from isle, tower and rock, 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?" One boat-cloak did cover The loved and the lover Their blood beats one measure, They murmur proud pleasure While around the lashed Ocean, Like mountains in motion, Is withdrawn and uplifted, IV. In the court of the fortress Like a blood-hound well beaten, On the topmost watch-turret, And with curses as wild He devotes to the blast The best, loveliest and last A LAMENT. SWIFTER far than summer's flight, Art thou come and gone: As the earth when leaves are dead, The swallow Summer comes again, To fly with thee, false as thou. My heart each day desires the morrow, Sleep itself is turned to sorrow, Vainly would my winter borrow Sunny leaves from any bough. Lilies for a bridal bed, Roses for a matron's head, Violets for a maiden dead, Pansies let my flowers be: On the living grave I bear, Let no friend, however dear, Waste one hope, one fear for me. THE PINE FOREST OF THE CASCINE, NEAR PISA. DEAREST, best and brightest, Come away, To the woods and to the fields! The eldest of the hours of spring, Into the winter wandering, Looks upon the leafless wood; And the banks all bare and rude Bending from heaven, in azure mirth, |