'And by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So though the waves are raging white, I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, But still as wilder blew the wind, Their trampling sounded nearer. 'Oh, haste thee, haste!' the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' 25 30 335 40 10 'And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see, And, when on the earth he sunk to sleep, He lay where the deadly vine doth weep 15 20 50 40 1806 'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief, 'Across this stormy water: Are seen at the hour of midnight damp To cross the Lake by a fire-fly lamp, And paddle their white canoe! Thomas Moore (1779-1852). THE LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP 'THEY made her a grave, too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, 5 Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, 10 THE WAR-SONG OF DINAS THE mountain sheep are sweeter, On Dyfed's richest valley, As we drove our prize at leisure, 5 10 15 20 25 30 5 His head was borne before us; But drowned its toll with my clanging horn And the only beads I loved to tell Were the beads of dew on the spangled His wine and beasts supplied our feasts, And his overthrow, our chorus. Leigh Hunt (1784-1859) ABOU BEN ADHEM 40 1829 |