But his words are drowned in the wind's course." "He looks at me and he tries to speak, Sister Helen, But oh! his voice is sad and weak!" 175 "Nay hear, nay hear, you must hear per- "What here should the mighty Baron seek, force, Little brother!" "Oh, he says that Keith of Ewern's cry, Sister Helen, Is ever to see you ere he die." "In all that his soul sees, there am I, Little brother!" 145 (O Mother, Mary Mother, The soul's one sight, between Hell and Heaven!) "He sends a ring and a broken coin, Sister Helen, And bids you mind the banks of Boyne." "What else he broke will he ever join, 151 Little brother?" (OMother, Mary Mother, No, never joined, between Hell and Heaven!) "He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen, 156 Little brother?" 180 (O Mother, Mary Mother, Is this the end, between Hell and Heaven?) More loud than the vesper-chime it fell." "No vesper-chime, but a dying knell, Little brother!" 250 (O Mother, Mary Mother, On the Lady of Ewern's golden hair." "Blest hour of my power and her despair, His dying knell, between Hell and Heaven!) Little brother!" 215 (O Mother, Mary Mother, Hour blest and banned, between Hell and "Alas! but I fear the heavy sound, Sister Helen; Is it in the sky or in the ground?" 255 Heaven!) “Pale, pale her cheeks, that in pride did "Say, have they turned their horses round, glow, Sister Helen, Little brother?" Whether for tribute to the august appeals Of Life, or dower in Love's high retinue, It serve; or, 'mid the dark wharf's cavernous breath, XCVII. A SUPERSCRIPTION Look in my face; my name is Might-havebeen; In Charon's palm it pay the toll to Death. I am also called No-more, Too-late, Fare IV. LOVESIGHT When do I see thee most, beloved one? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known? Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,) Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies, 6 Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies, And my soul only sees thy soul its own? well; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is |