For lying broad awake I thought of you and Effie dear; I saw you sitting in the house, and I no longer here; With all my strength I pray'd for both, and so I felt resign'd, And up the valley came a swell of music on the wind. I thought that it was fancy, and I listen'd in my bed, And then did something speak to me-I know not what was said; For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my mind, And up the valley came again the music on the wind. But you were sleeping; and I said, "It's not for them: it's mine." And if it comes three times, I thought, I take it for a sign. And once again it came, and close beside the window bars, Then seemed to go right up to Heaven, and die among the stars. So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. I know The blessed music went that way my soul will have to go. And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go to-day. away. And say to Robin a kind word, and tell him not to fret! There's many worthier than I, would make him happy yet If I had lived-I cannot tell—I might have been his wife; But all these things have ceased to be with my desire of life. O look! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a glow; He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know. And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine. O sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done The voice that now is speaking, may be beyond the sun For ever and for ever with those just souls and true— And what is life, that we should moan? why make we such ado? For ever and for ever, all in a blessed home And there to wait a little while, till you and Effie come To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. (By permission of the Publishers.) CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE. BY ALFRED TENNYSON. HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Theirs not to make reply, Cannon to right of them, Cannon in front of them, Volleyed and thundered: Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well: Into the jaws of death, Rode the six hundred, Flashed all their sabres bare, All the world wondered: Plunged in the battery smoke, Right through the line they broke: Cossack and Russian Reeled from the sabre-stroke, Then they rode back-but not, Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them, Volleyed and thundered: Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? (By permission of the Publishers.) LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE BY ALFRED TENNYSON. LADY Clara Vere de Vere, of me you shall not win renown, You thought to break a country heart for pastime, ere you went to town. At me you smiled, but unbeguiled I saw the snare, and I retired: The daughter of a hundred earls, you are not one to be desired. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, I know you proud to bear your name, Your pride is yet no mate for mine, too proud to care from whence I came. Nor would I break for your sweet sake a heart that doats on truer charms, A simple maiden in her flower is worth a hundred coats-of-arms. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, some meeker pupil you must find, For were you queen of all that is, I could not stoop to such a mind. You sought to prove how I could love, and my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates is not more cold to you than I. |