The slender acacia would not shake 45 One long milk-bloom on the tree; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake As the pimpernel dozed on the lea; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me; 50 The lilies and roses were all awake, They sighed for the dawn and thee. 20 Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, 55 Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun. There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate, 60 She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, “She is near, she is Theirs not to make reply, 15 Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Volleyed and thundered; 25 30 All the world wondered: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right through the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reeled from the sabre-stroke 35 Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered; Left of six hundred. All the world wondered. 55 near;" And the white rose weeps, “She is late;' The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;" 65 And the lily whispers, "I wait." 40 50 NORTHERN FARMER OLD STYLE Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän? Noörse? thourt nowt o' a noorse; whoy, Doctor's abeän an'agoän; 1 lying. 8 beän ere, ere o IO a 2 14 Says that I moänt 'a naw moor aäle, but I I weänt saäy men be loiars, thaw summun beänt a fool; said it in 'aäste; Git ma my aäle, fur I beänt a-gawin' to But 'e reaäds wonn sarmin a weeäk, an' I breäk my rule. 'a stubb'de Thurnaby waäste. Doctors, they knaws nowt, fur a says D' ya moind the waäste, my lass? naw, what's nawways true; 5 Naw soort o' koind o’use to saäy the things Theer wur a boggle" in it, I often 'eärd naw, tha was not born then; that a do. ’um mysén; 30 I've 'ed my point o' aäle ivry noight sin' I Moäst loike a butter-bump, fur I 'eärd 'um about an' about, An' I've 'ed my quart ivry market-noight for foorty year. But I stubb'd ’um oop wi' the lot, an' raävedo an' rembledo 'um out. Parson's a beän loikewoise, an' a sittin' ' my Keäper's it wur; fo’ they fun 'um theer “The Amoighty's a taäkin o'you to 'issén," a-laäid of 'is faäce my friend," a said, Down i' the woild 'enemies 11 äfoor I An' a towd ma my sins, an''s toithe were coom'd to the plaäce. due, an' I gied it in hond; Noäks or Thimbleby-toäner2 'ed shot I done moy duty boy ’um, as I 'a done boy ’um as deäd as a naäil. 35 the lond. Noäks wur 'ang'd for it oop at 'soize13_ but git ma my aäle. Larn'd a ma' beä. I reckons I 'annot sa mooch to larn. Dubbut looök at the waäste;. theer But a cast oop, thot a did, 'bout Bessy warn't not feeäd for a cow; Marris's barne.? Thaw a knaws I hallus voated wi' Squoire Nowt at all but bracken an' fuzz, an' ’ looök at it nowan' choorch an' staäte, 15 Warn't worth nowt a haäcre, an' now An'i'the woost o' toimes I wur niver agin theer's lots o' feeäd, the raäte.3 Fourscoor yows15 upon it, an' some on it An' I hallus coom'd to’s choorch afoor down i' seeäd. moy Sally wur dead, An' 'eärd 'um a bummin' awaäy loike a Nobbut a bit on it's left, an' I meän’d to buzzard-clock“ ower my 'eäd, 'a stubb'd it at fall, An' I niver knaw'd whot a meän'd but I Done it ta-year16 I meän'd, an' runn'd thowt a 'ad summut to saäy, plow thruff it an' all, An' I thowt a said whot a owt to 'a said, If Godamoighty an' parson 'ud nobbut an' I coom'd aważy. let ma aloän, Meä, wi' haäte hoonderd haäcre o Bessy Marris's barne! tha knaws she laäid Squoire's, an lond o' my oän. it to meä. Mowt a beän, mayhap, for she wur a bad Do Godamoighty knaw what a's doing ataäkin' o' meä? 45 'Siver, I kep ’um, I kep ’um, my lass, tha I beänt wonn as saws 'ere a beän an yonder mun understond; a peä; I done moy duty boy ’um, as I'a done boy An' Squoire u'll be sa mad an’all-a' dear, the lond. a' dear! And I 'a managed for Squoire coom But Parson a cooms an'a goäs, an' a says Michaelmas thutty year. it easy an’ freeä: 25 “The Amoighty's a taäkin o'you to 'issén, 40 20 un, sheä. a a 7 bogle, ghost. my friend,” says 'eä. 1 himself. 2 bairn, child. 12 the assizes. • cockchafer. & cleared. #bittern. 3 tax. 6 howsoever. 16 ewes. A mowt 'a taäen owd Joänes, as ’ant not a Is not the Vision He, though He be not 'aäpoth' o' sense, that which He seems? Or a mowt a' taäen young Robins-a Dreams are true while they last, and do niver mended a fence; 50 we not live in dreams? But Goda moighty a moost taäke meä an' taäke ma now, Earth, these solid stars, this weight of Wi' aäf the cows to cauve an' Thurnaby body and limb, 5 hoalms” to plow! Are they not sign and symbol of thy division from Him? Looök'ow quoloty smoiles when they seeäs ma a passin' boy, Dark is the world to thee; thyself art Says to thessén, naw doubt,“What a man the reason why; a beä sewerloy!” For is He not all but thou, that hast Fur they knaws what I beän to Squoire power to feel “I am I”? sin' fust a coom’d to the 'All; 55 I done moy duty by Squoire an’ I done Glory about thee, without thee; and thou moy duty boy hall. fulfillest thy doom, Squoire's i’ Lunnon, an’ summun I reckons Making Him broken gleams, and a stifled 'ull 'a to wroite, splendor and gloom. 10 For whoä's to howd the lond ater meä thot muddles; ma quoit; Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Sartin-sewer I beä thot a weänt niver give Spirit with Spirit can meet it to Joänes, Closer is He than breathing, and nearer Naw, nor a moänt to Robins-a niver than hands and feet. rembles the stoäns. 60 God is law, say the wise; 0 Soul, and let But summun ’ull come ater meä mayhap us rejoice, wi' 'is kittle o' steäm For if He thunder by law the thunder is Huzzin' an'maäzin' the blessed feälds yet His voice. wi’ the Divil's oän team. Sin' I mun doy I mun doy, thaw loife Law is God, say some: no God at all, says they says is sweet, the fool; But sin' I'mun doy I mun doy, for I For all we have power to see is a straight couldn abeär to see it. staff bent in a pool; What atta stannin' theer fur, an' doesn bring ma the aäle? And the ear of man cannot hear, and the 65 Doctor's a 'toättler, lass, an a's hallus i’ eye of man cannot see; the owd taäle; But if we could see and hear, this VisionI weänt breäk rules fur Doctor, a knaws were it not He? naw moor nor a floy; Git ma my aäle, I tell tha, an' if I mun doy I mun doy. FLOWER IN THE CRANNIED WALL a 15 THE HIGHER PANTHEISM Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, I hold you here, root and all, in my the hills and the plains hand, Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him Little flower—but if I could understand who reigns? What you are, root and all, and all in all, 5. 1 halspennyworth ; perplexes. * buzzing S amazing 6a "tee-totaller." I should know what God and man is. 1 river-flats. 5 IO THE REVENGE 25 For to fight is but to die! There'll be little of us left by the time At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Gren this sun be set.' ville lay, And Sir Richard said again: “We be all And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came good English men. flying from far away: Let us bang these dogs of Seville, the chil"Spanish ships of war at sea! we have dren of the devil, 30 sighted fifty-three!” For I never turned my back upon Don or Then sware Lord Thomas Howard: "'Fore devil yet.” God, I am no coward; V But I cannot meet them here, for my ships are out of gear, Sir Richard spoke and he laughed, and we roared a hurrah, and so And the half my men are sick. I must fly, but follow quick. The little Revenge ran on sheer into the heart of the foe, We are six ships of the line; can we fight With her hundred fighters on deck, and with fifty-three?” her ninety sick below; II For half of their fleet to the right and half Then spake Sir Richard Grenville: “I to the left were seen, 35 know you are no coward; And the little Revenge ran on through the You fly them for a moment to fight with long sea-lane between. them again. But I've ninety men and more that are VI lying sick ashore. Thousands of their soldiers looked down I should count myself the coward if I left from their decks and laughed, them, my Lord Howard, Thousands of their seamen made mock at To these Inquisition dogs and the devil the mad little craft doms of Spain." Running on and on, till delayed By their mountain-like San Philip that, So Lord Howard passed away with five of fifteen hundred tons, 40 ships of war that day, And up-shadowing high above us with her Till he melted like a cloud in the silent yawning tiers of guns, summer heaven; Took the breath from our sails, and we But Sir Richard bore in hand all his sick stayed. men from the land 15 Very carefully and slow, Men of Bideford in Devon, And while now the great San Philip hung And we laid them on the ballast down be above us like a cloud low: Whence the thunderbolt will fall For we brought them all aboard, Long and loud, 45 And they blessed him in their pain, that Four galleons drew away they were not left to Spain, From the Spanish fleet that day, To the thumb-screw and the stake, for the And two upon the larboard and two upon glory of the Lord. the starboard lay, And the battle-thunder broke from them IV all. He had only a hundred seamen to work VIII the ship and to fight, And he sailed away from Flores till the But anon the great San Philip, she beSpaniard came in sight, thought herself and went, 50 With his huge sea-castles heaving upon the Having that within her womb that had weather bow. left her ill content; VII 20 85 And the rest they came aboard us, and And the pikes were all broken or bent, they fought us hand to hand, and the powder was all of it spent; 80 For a dozen times they came with their And the masts and the rigging were lying pikes and musqueteers, over the side; And a dozen times we shook 'em off as a But Sir Richard cried in his English dog that shakes his ears 54 pride: When he leaps from the water to the land. “We have fought such a fight for a day and a night As may never be fought again! came out far over the summer sea, And a day less or more We die does it matter when? Ship after ship, the whole night long, their Sink me the ship, Master Gunner-sink high-built galleons came, her, split her in twain! Ship after ship, the whole night long, with Fall into the hands of God, not into the her battle-thunder and flame: hands of Spain!” 90 Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew XII back with her dead and her shame. 60 For some were sunk and many were shat And the gunner said, “Ay, ay,” but the tered, and so could fight no more- seamen made reply: God of battles, was ever a battle like this “We have children, we have wives, in the world before? And the Lord hath spared our lives. We will make the Spaniard promise, if х we yield, to let us go; For he said, “Fight on! fight on!” We shall live to fight again and to strike Though his vessel was all but a wreck; another blow." 95 And it chanced that, when half of the short And the lion there lay dying, and they summer night was gone, 65 yielded to the foe. With a grisly wound to be dressed he had XIII left the deck, And the stately Spanish men to their But a bullet struck him that was dressing flagship bore him then, it suddenly dead, Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir And himself he was wounded again in the Richard caught at last, side and the head, And they praised him to his face with And he said, “Fight on! fight on!” their courtly foreign grace; But he rose upon their decks, and he cried: XI “I have fought for Queen and Faith like a And the night went down, and the sun valiant man and true; ΤΟΙ smiled out far over the summer sea, 70 I have only done my duty as a man is And the Spanish fleet with broken sides bound to do. lay round us all in a ring; With a joyful spirit I Sir Richard GrenBut they dared not touch us again, for ville die!” they feared that we still could sting, And he fell upon their decks, and he died. So they watched what the end would be. And we had not fought them in vain, But in perilous plight were we, And they stared at the dead that had been Seeing forty of our poor hundred were so valiant and true, 105 slain, And had holden the power and glory of And half of the rest of us maimed for life Spain so cheap In the crash of the cannonades and the That he dared her with one little ship and desperate strife: his English few; And the sick men down in the hold were Was he devil or man? He was devil for most of them stark and cold, aught they knew, XIV 75 |