"Fiend, witch, and goblin, foul and wild, He deems "em smoke to be; Lullay, thou little tiny child, By-by, lullay, lullie!"
The Ogre lifted up his eyes Into the moon"s pale ray, And gazed upon her leopard-wise, Cruel and clear as day;
He snarled in gluttony and fear: "The wind blows dismally, Jesu in storm my lambs be near, By-by, lullay, lullie!"
And like a ravenous beast which sees The hunter"s icy eye, So did this wretch in wrath confess Sweet Jesu"s mastery.
He lightly drew his greedy thumb From out that cas.e.m.e.nt pale, And strode, enormous, swiftly home, Whinnying down the dale.
DAME HICKORY
"Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here"s sticks for your fire, Furze-twigs, and oak-twigs, And beech-twigs, and briar!"
But when old Dame Hickory came for to see, She found "twas the voice of the false faerie.
"Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here"s meat for your broth, Goose-flesh, and hare"s flesh, And pig"s trotters both!"
But when old Dame Hickory came for to see, She found "twas the voice of the false faerie.
"Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here"s a wolf at your door, His teeth grinning white, And his tongue wagging sore!"
"Nay!" said Dame Hickory, "ye false faerie!"
But a wolf "twas indeed, and famished was he.
"Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, Here"s buds for your tomb, Bramble, and lavender, And rosemary bloom!"
"Hush!" said Dame Hickory, "ye false faerie, Ye cry like a wolf, ye do, and trouble poor me."
THE PILGRIM
"Shall we carry now your bundle, You old grey man?
Over hill and over meadow, Lighter than an owlet"s shadow, We will whirl it through the air, Through blue regions shrill and bare;
Shall we carry now your bundle, You old grey man?"
The Pilgrim lifted up his eyes And saw three fiends, in the skies, Stooping o"er that lonely place Evil in form and face.
"O leave me, leave me, leave me, Ye three wild fiends!
Far it is my feet must wander, And my city lieth yonder; I must bear my bundle alone, Help nor solace suffer none:
O leave me, leave me, leave me, Ye three wild fiends!"
The fiends stared down with greedy eye, Fanning the chill air duskily, "Twixt their hoods they stoop and cry:--
"Shall we smooth the path before you, You old grey man?
Sprinkle it green with gilded showers, Strew it o"er with painted flowers?
Shall we blow sweet airs on it, Lure the magpie there to flit?
Shall we smooth the path before you, You old grey man?"
"O silence, silence, silence!
Ye three wild fiends!
Over bog, and fen, and boulder, I must bear it on my shoulder, Beaten of wind, torn of briar, Smitten of rain, parched of fire:
O silence, silence, silence!
Ye three wild fiends!"
It seemed a smoke obscured the air, Bright lightning quivered in the gloom, And a faint voice of thunder spake Far in the lone hill-hollows--"Come!"
Then half in fury, half in dread, The fiends drew closer down and said:--
"Grey old man but sleep awhile; Sad old man!
Thorn, and dust, and ice, and heat; Tarry now, sit down and eat; Heat, and ice, and dust, and thorn; Stricken, footsore, parched, forlorn,-- Juice of purple grape shall be Youth and solace unto thee.
With sweet wire and reed we"ll haunt you; Songs of the valley shall enchant you; Rest now, lest this night you die: Sweet be now our lullaby:
"Grey old man, come sleep awhile, Stubborn old man!"
The pilgrim crouches terrified At stooping hood, and gla.s.sy face, Gloating, evil, side by side; Terror and hate brood o"er the place; He flings his withered hands on high With a bitter, breaking cry:--
"Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, Ye three wild fiends: If I lay me down in slumber, Then I lay me down in wrath; If I stir not in sweet dreaming, Then I wither in my path; If I hear sweet voices singing, "Tis a demon"s lullaby, And in "hideous storm and terror"
Wake but to die!"
And even while he spake, the sun From the sweet hills pierced the gloom, Kindling th" affrighted fiends upon.
Wild flapped their wings, as if in doom, He heard a dismal hooting laughter:--
Nought but a little rain fell after, And from the cloud whither they flew A storm-sweet lark rose in the blue: And his bundle seemed of flowers In his solitary hours.
THE GAGE
"Lady Jane, O Lady Jane!
Your hound hath broken bounds again, And chased my timorous deer, O; If him I see, That hour he"ll dee; My brakes shall be his bier, O."
"Lord Aerie, Lord Aerie, My hound, I trow, is fleet and free, He"s welcome to your deer, O; Shoot, shoot you may, He"ll gang his way, Your threats we nothing fear, O."
He"s fetched him in, he"s fetched him in, Gone all his swiftness, all his din, White fang, and glowering eye, O: "Here is your beast, And now at least My herds in peace shall lie, O."