A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

l'OEXB OJ' CII.&JU.O'l'lm, ..UD ~'011. 339

Alone she cats and binds the gra.W,

And singe a melaaeholy atraio ;

0 listen! for the Vale profolllld

Is over1low~ with the aound.

No nightingale did ever chaunt

More welcome notes to WtiU"f ~s

or travellel"B, in 801J!e ehady ~llllt

Amon~ Arabian ~dj!;

Snob t~ri.ijing voice :was aeva beard,

In spring-time, fr9m the ~w-"bi.rd.,

Breakipg the eilence of the 11$11.1

Amon,.g the far,thea~ _Heqr.ides.

Will no one ~ll rp.,e wb,at abe s.inga;t-'

Perhaps ~he P.Jaintive numbem ft.o,r

For old, unhappy, faN>ft thing'.>

And' battles long ago :

Or ia\t. some more humble lay,

Familiar matter of t<Mlay 1

Some naturt.l sorrow, loee, ~ ~in,

That hu been, a.n4 may be again t

Whate'er the theme ~be Me.iden sa.ag

As if her sou~ could have no ending;

I saw her singing at her work,

And o'er the sickle bendint{ ;-

I listiln'd motionleas and sdll ~

And, aa I mounted .up the .bill,

The music in my heart { .bore,

Long after it W88 heard no more.

Yf ~llj)IJWORTH.

JoaN WlllliLJI wu a fiahermant

Whose locks of iron-gt'81 hllllg down,

Cul'liDg upon his ahouldel"B broad;

He had seen tbreeliOOre wintera' frown

Above his head on land or eea,

.And was at lut moor'd traoqailly.

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