We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

LOCKSLEY HALL.

COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn :

Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn.

'T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews

call

Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall;

Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts,

And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts.

Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went

to rest,

Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West.

Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising through the mellow shade,

Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.

Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth

sublime

With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time;

When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land

reposed;

When I clung to all the present for the promise that it

closed:

When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see; Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that

would be..

In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the Robin's

breast;

In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another

crest;

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished

dove;

In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young,

And her eyes on all my motions with a mute observance

hung.

And I said, "My cousin Amy, speak, and speak the truth to me,

Trust me, cousin, all the current of my being sets to thee."

On her pallid cheek and forehead came a color and a

light,

As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern

night.

And she turned- her bosom shaken with a sudden

storm of sighs.

All the spirit deeply dawning in the dark of hazel eyes

Saying, "I have hid my feelings, fearing they should do

Saying, "Dost thou love me, cousin?" weeping, "I have loved thee long."

Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands;

Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;

Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.

Many a morning on the moorland did we hear the

ring,

copses

And her whisper thronged my pulses with the fulness of the Spring.

Many an evening by the waters did we watch the stately

ships,

And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the

lips.

O my cousin, shallow-hearted! O my Amy, mine no

more!

O the dreary, dreary moorland! O the barren, barren

shore!

Falser than all fancy fathoms, falser than all songs

have sung,

Puppet to a father's threat, and servile to a shrewish tongue!

Is it well to wish thee happy?- having known me

to decline

On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than

mine!