CL 'LOSE thine eyes and sleep secure, KING CHARLES THE MARTYR 3 HE E nothing common did or mean But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try. Nor called the Gods, with vulgar spite But bowed his comely head Down as upon a bed. ANDREW MARVELL UP-HILL DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn till night, my friend. But is there for, the night a resting-place? Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Then must I knock or call when just in sight? Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Will there be beds for me and all who seek? CHRISTINA ROSSETTI FEBRUARY I OON-and the north-west sweeps the empty NOON road, The rain-washed fields from hedge to hedge are bare; Looks small and void, and no smoke meets the air Shall it not hap that on some dawn of May Thou shalt awake, and thinking of days dead, See nothing clear but this same dreary day Of all the days that have passed o'er thine head? Shalt thou not wonder, looking from thy bed Through green leaves on the windless east a-fire That this day too thine heart doth still desire? Shalt thou not wonder that it liveth yet, The useless hope, the useless craving pain, That made thy face, that lonely noontide, wet With more than beating of the chilly rain? Shalt thou not hope for joy new-born again, Since no grief ever born can ever die Through changeless change of seasons passing by? WILLIAM MORRIS DOWN CANDLEMAS OWN with the rosemary and bays, Instead of holly now upraise The holly hitherto did sway; Or Easter's eve appear. Then youthful box which now hath grace When yew is out, then birch comes in, And many flowers beside, Both of a fresh and fragrant kin, To honour Whitsuntide. Green rushes then, and sweetest bents, With cooler oaken boughs, Come in for comely ornaments, To re-adorn the house. Thus times do shift; each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old. ROBERT HERRICK |