"Bright in her father's hall When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand, "While the brown ale he quaffed, "She was a Prince's child, I but a Viking wild, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Why did they leave that night "Scarce had I put to sea, Bearing the maid with me, Fairest of all was she Among the Norsemen! When on the white sea-strand, "Then launched they to the blast, "And as to catch the gale Round veered the flapping sail, 'Death!' was the helmsman's hail, 'Death without quarter!' Midships with iron keel Struck we her ribs of steel; Down her black hulk did reel "As with his wings aslant, Bore I the maiden. "Three weeks we westward bore, "There lived we many years; Time dried the maiden's tears; She had forgot her fears, She was a mother; Death closed her mild blue eyes; Under that tower she lies; Ne'er shall the sun arise On such another. "Still grew my bosom then, Oh, death was grateful! "Thus, seamed with many scars, Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended! There from the flowing bowl -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow CURFEW I Solemnly, mournfully, Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers, And put out the light; Dark grow the windows, No voice in the chambers, No sound in the hall! Sleep and oblivion Reign over all! II The book is completed, And closed, like the day; And the hand that has written it Lays it away. Dim grow its fancies; Song sinks into silence, The story is told, The windows are darkened, The hearth-stone is cold. Darker and darker The black shadows fall; Sleep and oblivion Reign over all. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow LOCHINVAR FROM Marmion Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west: So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: |