"Your ringlets, your ringlets, That look so golden-gay, If you will give me one, but one, To kiss it night and day, Then never chilling touch of Time Will turn it silver-gray; And then shall I know it is all true gold To flame and sparkle and stream as of old, Till all the comets in heaven are cold, And all her stars decay."
"Then take it, love, and put it by; This cannot change, nor yet can I."
2.
"My ringlet, my ringlet, That art so golden-gay, Now never chilling touch of Time Can turn thee silver-gray; And a lad may wink, and a girl may hint, And a fool may say his say; For my doubts and fears were all amiss, And I swear henceforth by this and this, That a doubt will only come for a kiss, And a fear to be kiss"d away."
"Then kiss it, love, and put it by: If this can change, why so can I."
II.
O Ringlet, O Ringlet, I kiss"d you night and day, And Ringlet, O Ringlet, You still are golden-gay, But Ringlet, O Ringlet, You should be silver-gray: For what is this which now I"m told, I that took you for true gold, She that gave you"s bought and sold, Sold, sold.
2.
O Ringlet, O Ringlet, She blush"d a rosy red, When Ringlet, O Ringlet, She clipt you from her head, And Ringlet, O Ringlet, She gave you me, and said, "Come, kiss it, love, and put it by If this can change, why so can I."
O fie, you golden nothing, fie You golden lie.
3.
O Ringlet, O Ringlet, I count you much to blame, For Ringlet, O Ringlet, You put me much to shame, So Ringlet, O Ringlet, I doom you to the flame.
For what is this which now I learn, Has given all my faith a turn?
Burn, you glossy heretic, burn, Burn, burn.
A WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA.
March 7, 1863.
Sea-kings" daughter from over the sea, Alexandra!
Saxon and Norman and Dane are we, But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee, Alexandra!
Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet!
Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street!
Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet, Scatter the blossom under her feet!
Break, happy land, into earlier flowers!
Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers!
Blazon your mottos of blessing and prayer!
Welcome her, welcome her, all that is ours!
Warble, O bugle, and trumpet, blare!
Flags, flutter out upon turrets and towers!
Flames, on the windy headland flare!
Utter your jubilee, steeple and spire!
Clash, ye bells, in the merry March air!
Flash, ye cities, in rivers of fire!
Rush to the roof, sudden rocket, and higher Melt into stars for the land"s desire!
Roll and rejoice, jubilant voice, Roll as a ground-swell dash"d on the strand, Roar as the sea when he welcomes the land, And welcome her, welcome the land"s desire, The sea-kings" daughter as happy as fair, Blissful bride of a blissful heir, Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea-- O joy to the people and joy to the throne, Come to us, love us, and make us your own: For Saxon or Dane or Norman we, Teuton or Celt, or whatever we be, We are each all Dane in our welcome of thee, Alexandra!
ODE SUNG AT THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION.
Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet, In this wide hall with earth"s inventions stored, And praise th" invisible universal Lord, Who lets once more in peace the nations meet, Where Science, Art, and Labor have outpour"d Their myriad horns of plenty at our feet.
O silent father of our Kings to be Mourn"d in this golden hour of jubilee, For this, for all, we weep our thanks to thee!
The world-compelling plan was thine, And, lo! the long laborious miles Of Palace; lo! the giant aisles, Rich in model and design; Harvest-tool and husbandry, Loom and wheel and engin"ry, Secrets of the sullen mine, Steel and gold, and corn and wine, Fabric rough, or Fairy fine, Sunny tokens of the Line, Polar marvels, and a feast Of wonder, out of West and East, And shapes and hues of Part divine!
All of beauty, all of use, That one fair planet can produce.
Brought from under every star, Blown from over every main, And mixt, as life is mixt with pain, The works of peace with works of war.
O ye, the wise who think, the wise who reign, From growing commerce loose her latest chain, And let the fair white-winged peacemaker fly To happy havens under all the sky, And mix the seasons and the golden hours, Till each man finds his own in all men"s good, And all men work in n.o.ble brotherhood, Breaking their mailed fleets and armed towers, And ruling by obeying Nature"s powers, And gathering all the fruits of peace and crown"d with all her flowers.
A DEDICATION.
Dear, near and true--no truer Time himself Can prove you, tho" he make you evermore Dearer and nearer, as the rapid of life Shoots to the fall--take this, and pray that he, Who wrote it, honoring your sweet faith in him, May trust himself; and spite of praise and scorn, As one who feels the immeasurable world, Attain the wise indifference of the wise; And after Autumn past--if left to pa.s.s His autumn into seeming-leafless days-- Draw toward the long frost and longest night, Wearing his wisdom lightly, like the fruit Which in our winter woodland looks a flower.*
*The fruit of the Spindle-tree (Euonymus Europaeus).
EXPERIMENTS.
BOADICEA.
While about the sh.o.r.e of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess, Far in the East Boadicea, standing loftily charioted, Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility, Girt by half the tribes of Britain, near the colony Camulodune, Yell"d and shriek"d between her daughters o"er a wild confederacy.
"They that scorn the tribes and call us Britain"s barbarous populaces, Did they hear me, would they listen, did they pity me supplicating?
Shall I heed them in their anguish? shall I brook to be supplicated?
Hear Icenian, Catieuchlanian, hear Coritanian, Trin.o.bant!
Must their ever-ravening eagle"s beak and talon annihilate us?
Tear the n.o.ble hear of Britain, leave it gorily quivering?
Bark an answer, Britain"s raven! bark and blacken innumerable, Blacken round the Roman carrion, make the carcase a skeleton, Kite and kestrel, wolf and wolfkin, from the wilderness, wallow in it, Till the face of Bel be brighten"d, Taranis be propitiated.
Lo their colony half-defended! lo their colony, Camulodune!
There the horde of Roman robbers mock at a barbarous adversary.
There the hive of Roman liars worship a gluttonous emperor-idiot.
Such is Rome, and this her deity: hear it, Spirit of Ca.s.sivelaun!
"Hear it, G.o.ds! the G.o.ds have heard it, O Icenian, O Coritanian!