vu. The clouds are broken in the sky, And thro' the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : "O just and faithful knight of God! Ride on the prize is near.” So pass I hostel, hall, and grange; By bridge and ford, by park and pale, All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide, Until I find the holy Grail. EDWARD GRAY. SWEET Emma Moreland of yonder town "And have you lost your heart?" she said; Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me: "Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more "Ellen Adair she loved me well, Against her father's and mother's will: To-day I sat for an hour and wept, By Ellen's grave, on the windy hill. "Shy she was, and I thought her cold; Thought her proud, and fled over the sea: Fill'd I was with folly and spite, When Ellen Adair was dying for me. "Cruel, cruel the words I said! Cruelly came they back to-day : 'You're too slight and fickle,' I said, 'To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.' "There I put my face in the grass— Whisper'd, Listen to my despair: I repent me of all I did : Speak a little, Ellen Adair!" "Then I took a pencil, and wrote On the mossy stone, as I lay, 'Here lies the body of Ellen Adair ; And here the heart of Edward Gray!' "Love may come, and love may go, And fly, like a bird, from tree to tree : But I will love no more, no more, Till Ellen Adair come back to me. 66 Bitterly wept I over the stone: Bitterly weeping I turn'd away: There lies the body of Ellen Adair ! And there the heart of Edward Gray!' WILL WATERPROOF'S LYRICAL MONOLOGUE. MADE AT THE COCK. O PLUMP head-waiter at The Cock, To which I most resort, How goes the time? 'Tis five o'clock. Go fetch a pint of port: But let it not be such as that You set before chance-comers, But such whose father-grape grew fat On Lusitanian summers. No vain libation to the Muse, But may she still be kind, And whisper lovely words, and use Her influence on the mind, |