Thomas Edward Brown

"Lie there," I said, "my Sorrow! lie thou there! And I will drink the lissome air, And see if yet the heavens have gained their blue."

Ah little mill, you're rumbling still, Ah sunset flecked with gold! Ah deepening tinge, ah purple fringe

High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard

She knelt upon her brother's grave, My little girl of six years old, He used to be so good and brave,

I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort of way,

I wonder if in that far isle, Some child is growing now, like me When I was child : care-pricked, yet healed the while

To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech,

When Jessie comes with her soft breast, And yields the golden keys, Then is it as if God caress'd

I know 'tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I cannot hear His voice

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool,

I needs must meet him, for he hath beset All roads that men do travel, hill and plain; Nor aught that breathes shall pass

Old John, if I could sit with you a day At Abram's feet upon the asphodel, There, while the grand old patriarch dreamed away,

As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, one comes, and cries:

The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the larger state,

Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap,

To live within a cave, it is most good; But, if God make a day, And some one come, and say,

When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth, It matters not If south or north,

Why do I make so much of Aber Fall? Four years ago My little boy was with me here,

We have not seen the sun for many days, But now through East-wind haze He makes a shift

The shepherd calls, How these great niountain walls Re-echo! See his dog

Just listen to the blackbird, what a note The creature has! God bless his happy throat! He is so absolutely glad

The heavens are very blue Above the western hill; The earth is very still,

Ha! snow Upon the crags! How slow

The stream is very sweet To-day . . . Just see the swallow dart! How fleet!