Towards the grey church he walked alone; Knelt beside a simple stone, And gazed upon a name thereon. Fair he was and young in years, Yet on his cheek was the trace of tears; Channels deep that sorrow wears. But he spoke not now, nor wept; All his sorrow silence kept, Though it slumbered not nor slept. With a fixed and stony eye Heedless of the passers-by Looking on in sympathy Long he gazed, then turned away; Seen no more on heath or hill, Or within the churchyard still, Where sleeps the maiden of the Ghyll. E FOR EVER. I ASKED of the loud resounding Sea, That we must separate by closing graves : I called to the Earth in my unrest, 'Oh, Mother Earth! is there no waking morn, For those whom thou hast taken to thy breast, Are longing hearts for aye asunder torn? Oh, tell me for my heart is full of sadness, I asked the Sky when all her glittering stars 'Hast thou, blue deep, no balm for human cares- But all the myriad stars which trembling shone 'Oh River! sporting down the birchen dale, O'erlooked by grey old crags and moorlands wide, Tell thou not to my heart the same sad tale, And loved thy sportive waves o'er rocks descending, Or devious through the level meadows wending. Alas! a voice from stream and forest lone, Whispers for ever gone!' Eternal Father! I do ask of Thee, And Thou dost tell me in my heart of hearts, And in Thy word, that frail mortality, This perishable clay, is all that parts From the sweet bliss where no rude hand can sever, And loving hearts dwell in Thy breast for ever Thou, only Thou, canst answer this deep moan, Thou only, and alone! |