A Little While, A Little While
A little while, a little while, The noisy crowd are barred away; And I can sing and I can smile, A little while I've holiday!
Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart? Full many a land invites thee now; And places near, and far apart Has rest for thee, my weary brow-
There is a spot 'mid barren hills, Where winter howls and driving rain But if the dreary tempest chills There is a light that warms again
The house is old, the trees are bare And Moonless above bends the misty dome; But what on earth is half so dear - So longed for as the hearth of home?
The mute bird sitting on the stone, The dank moss dripping from the wall, The garden-walk with weeds o'ergrown I love them - how I love them all!
Shall I go there? or shall I seek Another clime, another sky. Where tongues familiar music speak In accents dear to memory?
Yes, as I mused, the naked room, The flickering firelight died away, And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright, unclouded day -
A little and a lone green lane That opened on a common wide A distant, dreamy, dim blue chain Of mountains circling every side -
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere -
That was the scene - I knew it well I knew the pathways far and near That winding o'er each billowy swell Marked out the tracks of wandering deer
Could I have lingred but an hour It well had paid a week of toil But truth has banished fancy's power I hear my dungeon bars recoil -
Even as I stood with raptured eye Absorbed in bliss so deep and dear My hour of rest had fleeted by And given me back to weary care | Song (My Lady's Grave)
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells, That hide my lady fair:
The wild deer browse above her breast; The wild birds raise their brood; And they, her smiles of love caressed, Have left her solitude!
I ween, that when the grave's dark wall Did first her form retain; They thought their hearts could ne'er recall The light of joy again.
They thought the tide of grief would flow Unchecked through future years; But where is all their anguish now, And where are all their tears?
Well, let them fight for honour's breath, Or pleasure's shade pursue-- The dweller in the land of death Is changed and careless too.
And, if their eyes should watch and weep Till sorrow's source were dry, She would not, in her tranquil sleep, Return a single sigh!
Blow, west-wind, by the lonely mound, And murmur, summer-streams-- There is no need of other sound To soothe my lady's dreams. | Spellbound
The night is darkening round me The wild winds coldly blow But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot cannot go
The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow And the storm is fast descending And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me Wastes beyond wastes below But nothing drear can move me I will not cannot go.
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