128 SIR LAUNCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE. As she fled fast through sun and shade, The rein with dainty finger-tips, A man had given all other bliss, A FAREWELL. FLOW down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, Forever and forever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, Nowhere by thee my steps shall be, But here will sigh thine alder tree, And here thine aspen shiver ; And here by thee will hum the bee, Forever and forever. A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver; But not by thee my steps shall be, THE BEGGAR MAID. HER arms across her breast she laid; Before the King Cophetua. In robe and crown the king stept down, To meet and greet her on her way; "It is no wonder," said the lords, "She is more beautiful than day." As shines the moon in clouded skies, In all that land had never been: Cophetua sware a royal oath : THE VISION OF SIN. I HAD a vision when the night was late: Dreams over lake and lawn, and isles and capes Suffused them, sitting, lying, languid shapes, By heaps of gourds, and skins of wine, and piles of grapes. Then methought I heard a mellow sound, Woven in circles: they that heard it sighed, Swung themselves, and in low tones replied; Till thronging in and in, to where they waited, As 't were a hundred-throated nightingale, The strong tempestuous treble throbbed and palpitated; Ran into its giddiest whirl of sound, Caught the sparkles, and in circles, Purple gauzes, golden hazes, liquid mazes, Flung the torrent rainbow round; Then they started from their places, Hair, and eyes, and limbs, and faces, |