UC-NRLF Song Favours Of this Edition, 450 copies have been printed Jor England and America FAVOURS L^^r^ ^LT^^^S V LONDON -JOHN LANE* THE BODLEY HEAD CHICAGO TO PERCY AND MABEL DEARMER I DEDICATE THIS BOOK Song Favours of ribbon and bits of flower The Muse lets fall by her bay tree bower When she hangs her lute on the lily-stalks^ And dances out in the garden walf(s^ Chasing the winds on her winged feet^ And fyssing each songbird she chances to meet. Bits of ribbon and bits of flower The Muse lets fall by her bay tree bower As she ta1(es her lute from the lily-stalks ^ And stands and weeps in the garden walfy When none will love her^ or understand^ And the footsteps of Winter are heard in the land. Contents PAGE Nimue 3 Cuckoo Day 8 Night Shades 12 The Secret Shrine 15 Rainbow Gold 18 Elves 20 Fata Morgana 22 An Autumn Elegy 24 Revenge on Cupid 26 Mermaids 28 Camelot ... ... ... ... 3 A Love Story 32 An Autumn Allegory... ... ... ... 34 Joyous Card 36 Sloes 38 The Lost Dart 40 Flora 41 To His Conscience 42 Lilian 43 Pan Eating Honey 44 PAGE The Flight of the White Bird 45 Danae ... ... ... 46 Adam and Lilith ... ... ... ... 47 Cupid Rejected 48 At the Sign of the Rose 49 Narcissus 5 The Pond's Secret 51 The Sussex Muse 52 Drinking Songs Cider Apples 61 The Forlorn Lover ... ... ... ... 62 Parson Herrick's Muse 64 When Fortune's Wheel Clogs 66 Rum and Milk 68 "Pass the Pewter!" 70 Barum Ware and Devonshire Cider 72 The Arbour 74 "Poor Old Charley" 76 Song Favours Nimue WHEN we had finished at the cider-press, And rinsed the mill, and laid the bags away, I went alone into the wilderness Where ancient writers say- That cunning, false, fair damsel of the lake, Who fooled the great magician, lingers still, To work her stolen spells and wicked will On ev'ry man, and make All love and passion baneful for her sake. A white owl darted out across the mere And hooted to me from a hollow tree ; Whereby I fancied that I might be near The haunt of Nimue, And climbed an alder-stem, and cried above The reeds and water, " Sorceress, arise, And flaunt your loveliness before my eyes ; But, by the Holy Dove, I will not yield me to a wanton's love ! " The challenge echoed in the holt around Till it was broken by a laugh which took My breath with wonder at its mocking sound ; And when I turned to look To find from whence and whom it came, behold, There leaned, close by, against a silver birch, The very one for whom I came in search, Waving a wand of gold Twined with an adder, ringed, and aureoled. No water lilies of a naiad's love, Laid lightly on their leaves for her delight, Could be more lovely than her breasts above The dress of green samite Which clung so closely to her supple form ; And no magnolia buds, all wet with dew, Could shimmer as her white arms when she threw Above her head a swarm Of angry wasps, to raise a magic storm. Her face was hidden in a scarlet hood : But as the storm arose, which she had made, She snatched it off, and left the birch, and stood Close at my side, and laid Her cheek to mine, and whispered, "Would you know How good it is to win the love, and see The unveiled loveliness of Nimue ; And take her hand, and go, Her bridegroom, to her palace there below ? CC O, come, and see how beautiful it is ; How rich my chamber, and how soft my bed ' Dear, shall we give and take one little kiss ? Old, foolish Merlin said My kisses flew into his head like wine. Come, only come, you, who would be so wise, May learn rare wisdom looking in my eyes ; And ecstacies divine Will thrill you evermore when you are mine ! "One kiss," she begged, "take one, and give one back!" Then, as the fierce wind struck the oaks and firs, And made the strongest creak and bend and crack About my head, and her's, She clasped her arms around me till my heart Half warmed to her ; but when I felt the cold Smooth adder on her golden wand unfold It's horrid coils, and start Encircling us so that we could not part, I flung her from me, with a curse above The howling of the storm, and cried again, " I will not yield me to a wanton's love ! " While through the gusts of rain I heard the reptile hiss, and saw her eyes Glare like a wild cat's as she bade the swarm Of wasps return to her and sink the storm. And, therewith, magic wise. The earth was still beneath the moonlit skies. Soon, by the silver birch, I saw her take The shining adder from her wand and tie It to her wrist, and catch the wasps, and make Them close their wings and lie Like topaz clusters in her dusky hair ; And, lightly throwing off her samite dress, Come forth in all her naked loveliness ; While I, half in despair, Wondered what more, to win me, she would dare. Till I remembered how the legends tell That if the mortal whom she deigns to woo Would free himself, and Merlin, from her spell, This he must quickly do : Thrust out his hand and whip her wand away 5 And snap it thrice and thrice across his knee. For that alone can vanquish Nimue, And her enchantments stay, And end the thraldom of her devil-play. So, with the sacred sign made secretly, I feigned to seek to kneel to kiss her hand ; But she, by reason of her sorcery, Was quick to understand My sudden tenderness, and took to flight ; Her samite train and wasp-filled hair combined In one long streamer floating out behind. Thus vanished from my sight The dotard Merlin's treacherous delight. The white owl crossed the moon path on the mere, And sank into the shadow silently. " Transformed, and fallen, with no lover near Ah ! Lady Nimue, I know a bower in a fair pleasance Of violets, pinks and narcissuses, And hedged with lemon and sweetbriar trees, Where one may often chance To meet the faithful of the old romance." OF THB TJNIVERS Cuckoo Day THE daybreak glimmers And shivers and shimmers. Shivers and shimmers in purple and gold Where the sun-horses chafe in the sun-god's hold Just over the Eastern downs ; Till the flash of their bits and their harness-chains And the lightnings tied into their tails and manes Shoots over the Wealden towns, Shoots on to the Cowfold monastery spire, Shoots out to the sweeps of Chiltington mill, To Tennyson's windows on Blackdown hill, And the sky of the neighbouring shire. Then Aurora, the sun's Rosy handmaiden, runs With a basket of fruit blossoms poised on her head, Green ones and pink ones and white ones and red, And, with both hands uplifted, out-scatters them wide Through gardens and orchards on every side, Such abundance. Redundance, On every side, Of blossoms for apples and damsons and cherries, For currants and quinces, pears, plums and straw- berries, That the labourers call to each other to see What a wonderful fruit year 'tis likely to be. And, lo, it is April, the month of sweets, When clouds become whiter than Winter's snow, And swallows skim into the village streets To seek the old homes of their long ago ; And folks declare, At Heathfield Fair A hook-nosed hag From her fairing bag Lets the cuckoo fly out, and away ! Away ! and away ! and away ! "Cuckoo! cuckoo!" Away and away ! "Cuckoo!" The beeches come green Where their blushes have been ; And the chestnut leaflets begin to rise And sprinkle the turf with their brown bud-scales ; 10 While the speedwell opens its shy, blue eyes, To peep at the sun from the garden pales, As the love-sick girls of the village pass, With their ears alert, through the tender grass, A-roaming the meadows and holts until The cuckoo shall call over Highden hill, For so many times as they hear him call, When they hear him first, must the acorns fall, Must the Yule log burn, must the lambkins play Ere the joy bells will ring on their wedding day. " Cuckoo ! cuckoo ! cuckoo ! cuckoo ! " " Four years ? four years are nearly never ! " " Cuckoo ! cuckoo !" "Stop, cuckoo, stop, or we shall all be maids for ever ! " "Cuckoo! cuckoo!" " O, bother you, If we must all be maids for ever ! " Wood pigeons coo " Grow, peas, do do ! " But the wryneck ceases her " peet-pee-peet ! " As her mate flies over the short, green wheat ; And the boys toss their caps, with a cheer, When he passes them by with a clear "Cuckoo! cuckoo!" And they answer him back with a lusty and clear II "Cuckoo! cuckoo!" Then haste to the hedgerows to see What colour the hair may be Which he Who secretly runs and searches, Before the first cuckoo perches. Will find in his stocking-feet ; A thread, Black, yellow, or brown, or red, Blown there from his future sweetheart's head. And, once again, the fairies throw aside their ermine hoods ; And, as we love, we see them in the meadows and the woods. And the little children sing, In a ring o' roses ring, " March winds, and April showers Bring forth the May flowers ! " "Cuckoo! cuckoo!" 12 Night Shades WATCH the clouds pass the moon ! Come, shall we follow Their shadows down the hill, Slacking not speed until We reach the hollow ? Over the springy turf, Over the mole heaps, Over the clumps of furze, Over the junipers, With whoops and droll leaps, Into the coppice where The glow-worms glisten ! There on the ivy trails We for the nightingales Will sit and listen '3 How very still it is I very nearly Fancy in yonder shade I hear the Flower Maid Whisper how dearly She loveth evermore Her mortal lover ; And I can almost see, Listening cunningly Where the bats hover, That evil spirit, who, Jealous and spiteful, Carried her far away, One most unlucky day, In his arms frightful, And underneath the hills Hides her for ever In such a secret cave The bravest of the brave Can find her never : Only, on Summer nights, When the moon's shining, Lovers may chance to hear Her plaintive murmurs near Where she is pining Ah, that long, mellow note, Melting with sweetness ! How it thrilled, coming near, Passing on loud and clear Into completeness ! Surely to love like ours* There comes no ending. May our souls, when we die, Upward and Heav'nward fly, Loving and blending ! No ? . . . Then in one deep grave Beg them to place us ! Thus, even in decay, Whatever finds us may But as one trace us. Or, with spice-sprinklings, And with wine-splashes, Burn both our bodies up And in one single cup Treasure our ashes. The Secret Shrine i. WHEN balsam-buds were bursting sweet, And willow-wands were fair to see ; When turtle doves began to coo, And larks to sing deliciously, A novice came, at break of day, Before the Muses' secret shrine, And bowed in adoration to The cup filled with Apollo's wine. The rubies crusted up its stem Played with the bubbles at its brim And, lo, upon the rising sun The god of song appeared to him. i6 ii. When fields were bright with buttercups, And beanflow'rs scented all the air ; When nightingales sang day and night, And cuckoos called from ev'rywhere, He kissed the crystal plinth whereon The draught of inspiration stands, And reached his lips and drank, for none May take that chalice in their hands, And through the noontide heat he went And sang beside the city gate, Till, even in the market place. Men's faces grew compassionate. ill. When dahlias blackened in the frost, And hollyhocks began to break ; When swallows fled across the sea, And wild swan came upon the lake, He knelt again, at eventide, Before the sunset gloried shrine, With leaves of laurel round his head, And over them the ring divine Which only those Immortals wear Who dwell upon Parnassus hill . Now in one heart, one heart alone, His sweet love-singing lingers still. i8 Rainbow Gold ALL those to whom the fields in Spring Are still the fields of Arcady Will know the truth of this I sing, Will know how often one may see The merry little fairies pass From flow'r to flow'r across the grass. Such pretty things there are to see ! But quite the prettiest, I ween, Is when the tiny Graces three Undress to bathe in daisy sheen What time King Oberon goes by Upon his grand green dragon-fly. To see them dance as they unloose Their robes of spider-woven silk, Quite in their cups with cowslip-juice And froth of dandelion -milk, Is just the quaintest, gayest sight Of Bacchanalian delight. '9 Now in the old, old Golden Age, When ev'rybody saw them so, The King wrote on a rose-leaf page, Dipping his pen in glow-worm glow And glistenings of moonlit dew, The secret I now tell to you. Out North, or South, or East, or West, Wherever rainbows touch the ground, Great treasure-trove awaits the quest, And by true lovers may be found Bright jewelled pots of fairy gold A finger's length beneath the mould. O, happy he who finds those pots, For with them he may always buy The dimples and the beauty-spots Which keep Love pleasing to the eye ; And, sweeter far than honey cakes, Those kiss-seal'd vows Love never breaks ! There, did you ever, ever hear Of such a precious treasure-trove ? Run, lovers who have cause to fear The April fickleness of Love, And tie the rainbow to a tree And dig below, and you will see ! 20 Elves WHEN the sun goes to rest In the cave of the West, And the stars and the moon Take his place, very soon To each wild, lonely glen Come the wee elfin men. Tiptoeing, hand in hand, See them on mole heaps stand. Crying out, " You shall be Welcomed right merrily At the court of our king If you come to our ring ! " You who scoff, you who fear Elfin spells, go not near, For if you even glance At the place where they dance Nevermore you may come Back to your earthly home. 21 Under a silver birch. Where wizard ravens perch, And bands of glow-worms glow Round and round, row on row, You will soon find yourself Turning into an elf. Then, ere the first lark sings, You will have tiny wings, Made of much lighter stuff Than dandelion fluff, To waft you far away From the approaching day. When the sun goes to rest In the cave of the West, To each wild, lonely glen Come the wee elfin men ; But all those who have been Mortals no more are seen. 22 Fata Morgana WOMEN sitting in their bowers Toss me knots of gilly-flowers, Crying, "Stay with us, to-morrow You may catch her to your sorrow ! " And the men in taverns drinking Leave their toasting, and the chinking Of their glasses, and, with laughter, Shout, " 'Tis a wild goose you're after ! " Some would love me, some would pity, But I fly far from the city, Following through wildernesses My witch with the floating tresses ; Over roots and stony places, Over bramble interlaces, Over moors and deep morasses, Over rocks and mountain passes ! 23 Then, sometimes a cloud will hide her, Causing me to weep, and chide her, Till a sunbeam comes to show me, Just above or just below me, Her white arms held to receive me, Which she does to cheat and grieve me. O, that God would stop, or teach her Kindness, so that I might reach her ! An Autumn Elegy Now it is fitting, and becomes us all To think how fast our time of being fades. The Year puts down his mead-cup, with a sigh, And kneels, deep in the red and yellow glades, And tells his beads like one about to die : For when the last leaves fall He must away unto a bare, cold cell In white St. Winter's monastery ; there To do hard penance for the joys that were, Until the New Year tolls his passing bell. And 'tis in vain to whisper, " Be of cheer, There is a resurrection after death ; When Autumn tears will turn to Springtime rain, As through the earth the Spirit quicken eth Toward the old, glad Summer-life again ! " He will not smile to hear, But only look more sorrowful, and say, " How can you mock me if you love me ? No; The day draws very nigh when I must go ; The new will be the new 5 I pass away." 25 Yet, kneeling with him, still more sad than he, I saw him once turn round and smile as sweet As in the happy rose and lily days, When, from between the stubble of the wheat, A skylark soared up through the clouds to praise The sun's eternity. Hope seemed to flash a moment in his eyes ; And, knowing him so well, I know he thought, " How fair the legend through the ages brought, That still to live is Death's most sweet surprise ! " 26 Revenge on Cupid ONCE, as I sniffed a bed of pinks. Sly Cupid shot a dart, A tiny thing, with golden barbs, Which pierced me to the heart. I vowed revenge, and chased him through The gate and up the street, Forgetting he was bless'd with wings While I had only feet. I sought him all the day, nor found Him till the moon arose There he was sleeping on the musk In Mary's garden-close ! I blushed to see the rascal look So innocent, and weak, With both his cruel, chubby hands Beneath his dimpled cheek. 2 7 But, straightway, with convolvulus, Sweet pea, and pilgrims' joy, I fashioned mighty loops and thongs And bound the baby boy. And, knowing what destruction in His little quiver lay, I emptied all the arrows out And threw them all away. 28 Mermaids MERMAIDS, born of light and spray, Pass their merry time away Singing in the coral caves To the music of the waves, Only coming out to love Dead men sinking from above, Or to climb the rocks and cry To the sailors passing by, Dressing up each other's curls With anemones and pearls. Earth-born maids have souls, but these Lovely daughters of the seas Have them not, and may not know Love's ecstatic passion-glow, May not ever hope to fly Angel-handed up the sky, May not even fear to win Everlasting woe for sin Till a mortal marries them With a ring and diadem. 2 9 When the marriage rites are o'er, She, who had no soul before, And is now a mortal's wife, Gains eternal spirit-life ; But if he, her husband, prove Faithless to his vow of love, Ere the setting of the sun, They, who still in soul are one, With the mermaid's folk will be At the bottom of the sea. Camelot WHEN Spring was running through the- woods, And buds were showing leaf and flower, We read the 'Book of Arthur in A coppice facing Holmbush Tower. And, dreaming o'er the old romance Together in so sweet a spot, What wonder if we smiled and said, u Lo, yonder tow'r is Camelot ! " And scarcely had we spoken when An old-time pilgrim touched our hands, To say, " Young men, you linger on The outskirts of King Arthur's lands." " Yes, yes," we cried, u we know it, but Which path leads up to Camelot ? " He, fumbling at his scrip, replied, " I know it, and I know it not." 3 1 " O, pilgrim, kindly tell us when The secret of it we may know ! " But, passing underneath the boughs, He answered, very soft and slow " Some find it when their hair is brown ; Some find it when their hair is white ; And you may seek it many years ; And you may find it out to-night." A Love Story THEY went from beneath the laburnums Away through the green-eared corn, With a dear little cupid between them, but lately born. The goldfinches sang in the sloe trees ; The grasshoppers chirped in the drills ; And the sheep bells all tinkled together along the hills. And they told to each other their secrets Close down on the thymy grass By the chalk pit, where even the shepherds but rarely pass. And then, in the sunset, all amber And roseate, homeward they went Where the glow-worms shone thick in the mosses, and grasses bent. 33 And the full moon arose by the windmill Plantation of larch trees, and pine, As they kissed their first kisses of love in the pale moonshine. But cupids have wings to their shoulders j And love is a delicate flow'r Which opens, in sunlight or moonlight, to die in an hour. 34 An Autumn Allegory COME, our old mate, come back to us again; Too long, too long you linger in the town ! The hazel nuts are slipping in the lane ; And in the holt the chestnut-burs are brown Come, our old mate, both old and young com- plain ! We tapped a cask of cider yesterday ; To-morrow we shall thrash the walnut tree. O, we will feast you, if you come this way, On pies, and cakes, and cream and frumenty ; And give you all our shares Of luscious Harvest plums and William pears. We never had such apples here before, And plumper, sweeter filberts never grew ; And on the grape-vine by the garden door There still is left a goodly bunch or two 35 Come, our old mate, for you is all our store ! For you the medlars soften, one by one, And frequently on fresh, clean straw are laid ; For you the bottled gooseberries are done, And currant wine and damson cheese are made : We will not think it true That country sweets are no more sweet to you ! Joyous Card I CAME unto the ruined choir Which, long ago, was Joyous Gard, And knelt within the holy place Among the bluebells in the sward. And, in the glory of the dawn, When all the birds began to stir, I saw and heard the requiem Of him who loved Queen Guenever. He lay upon a golden bier Beneath a pall of cloth of silk Of divers hues, with fringes thick With loops of pearls as white as milk. And at his head and at his feet And by his side tall tapers stood, Whose little flames made little stars Against the greenness of the wood. 37 And many noble knights and dames Came down from shining Camelot To pray for mercy on the soul Of their belov'd Sir Launcelot. Sloes GET up, get up, You lazy thing ! The sun is high Above the Ring, And stolen fruits Have such a charm When sloes are ripe At Barnet's Farm. The skylarks all Are in the sky, And ev'ry blade Of grass is dry, And we shall not Get any harm From stealing sloes At Barnet's Farm. 39 For even if The carter sees Us in the field, Or in the trees, He'll never think To raise alarm, They are such slows At Barnet's Farm. The Lost Dart BETWEEN the sunset and the dusk Dan Cupid came to me Out of a border full of musk, Crying most bitterly. I took his tear-wet hands in mine, And smoothed his tangled curls, So full of glints, and soft and fine As any baby girl's. Still he would not be comforted, And sobbed, "What shall I do I've lost the dart my Mother said I was to shoot at you ! " And, picking up his tiny bow, He went to seek again ; But if he finds that dart I vow That he shall shoot in vain. Flora ALAS, for simple pipers who Seek peace in sylvan places, When parted hazel-boughs disclose A nymph with Flora's graces ! I caught the glitter of her rings, And of her silver buckles, As she came up the coppice lane Beneath the honeysuckles. And when she rested on the bank I watched the sky above her, And almost feared one of the gods Would fly to earth and love her. At sunset, when the flow'rs that sleep Were shutting, she departed ; Which left me, till my comrade came, A little heavy-hearted. TTNIVERS To His Conscience (FOR A PICTURE BY J. P. DONNE.) AWAY, and die ! Nor deem that I Shall ever miss Your holy kiss. O, you will find Death not unkind ; But true to keep You fast asleep. My heart will ache ? These lilies make Me very faint With your complaint. Away, and die ! Nor deem that I Shall ever miss Your holy kiss. 43 Lilian LILIES very white and sweet Cover her from head to feet Underneath the linen sheet. And such beauty fills the place When I lift the square of lace From her little marble face ! For a baby's soul, they say, Very seldom flies away From it's empty shell of clay Till the service of the dead In the graveyard has been said, And the corse is buried. Then it is that I shall weep, When I can no longer peep At my darling fast asleep. 44 Pan Eating Honey PAN is sitting in the grass By the Golden Gate, Eating honey from the comb O, to be his mate ! Now he stops to pipe a tune ; Now to sing a ditty ; Now to look and smile at me Out of love and pity. 45 The Flight of the White Bird RODEN NOEL, MAY 26, 1894. THE golden bowl lies broken on the floor. The silver cord is loosM : earthbound no more, Our White Bird flies out seaward from the shore. Know you the Blessed Island, fisherman ? Its cliffs are hung with harps ^olian. Our White Bird seeks it at the call of Pan. The silver cord is loos'd if daylight fail ? Our White Bird needs no guiding mast or sail ; He knows the secret of the nightingale. His sad mates settle round the temple door To coo among the lilies on the floor. Our White Bird flies out seaward from the shore. 4 6 Danae UP to her chamber lattice The yellow roses grew, And always through their fragrance Came that sweet voice she knew. She leaned to smell, to kiss them ; The wind blew back her vest, And so the golden petals Were showered on her breast. Adam and Lilith I HAVE kissed, for her sake, Fang and lip of the snake. But I loathed as I kissed; And the fiend backed, and hissed. Now I hide in the grove ; And I curse all my love ! Cupid Rejected GET out, you saucy boy, Why should I try you ? Why should I be your toy ? Why not defy you ? Pick up your darts, and go j Nor call to-morrow ! Your heart is full, I know, Of doubt and sorrow. Now don't begin to cry You'll change me never, Not even if you sigh And sob for ever. 49 At the Sign of the Rose CURSED is he who doth disclose The converse held beneath the rose ! When friend meets friend, salute the sign, And toast it well in ale or wine. The world may seek to pry within ; May swear you do a secret sin ; But shun them for their taunts and jeers, And hate them for their itching ears ! Believe me, it is Heaven to blend In faith with a familiar friend. Narcissus POOR Echo would untie her hair and let It blow about him ; and would sigh, and take His hands and fondle them j and even make The tears come to her eyes, to press her wet Cheeks to his breast : all this, and more, and yet It never moved him ; daily o'er the lake He leaned, and loved, and languished for the sake Of that fair face deep in the water set. And when the hounds of Spring arose, and ran Through all the golden fields of daffodils. Behind the shining chariot of the sun, He whispered, u Kiss me^ kiss me/" and began To bend down lower, with soft pants and thrills, Till, presently, the sweet, cold kiss was won. The Pond's Secret I HEARD a water lily say, " Beneath my leaves, between my roots A _1_ M 1 r T 1 1 ' away. The Sussex Muse BRING out the mead, and talk no more of love, What time the red sun sinks by Highden hill ; And let me lie beneath the medlar trees, With Marston's Book of Garden Secrets, till The glow-worms shine about my feet and knees $ And, on a bough above, A dreamy nightingale sings all his long, Sweet passion music ; and up in the loo Hill-side plantation doves and pigeons coo; And I perceive the ecstacy of song. For where the damask roses, mignonette, Stocks, tiger-lilies, musk and mint diffuse Their night-fresh fragrance, and the moonlight makes Their colours mystical, the Sussex Muse, Wrapt in a veil of mist, alights, and takes Her Pan-pipes, jewel set. 53 Out from between her breasts, and, for myself Alone, against the sun dial leans and plays The very tunes she played in bygone days To Fletcher, Otway, Collins, Shelley, Realf. I watch one little star which twinkles through The medlar-leaves ; and in the marrow-vine Hear beetles hum ; and from the barn afar Black flitter-mice fly round her head, and mine, As if they would discover who we are, That, heedless of the dew, Linger so long and late into the night, When soon from all the sheep tracks on the downs The merry elves will trundle shepherds' crowns, And make the meadows ring with their delight. And to St. Mary's tow'r at Washington Five villagers go past to practise chimes ; And Farmer Bowley round his orchard goes To burn and dig out wasp and hornet himes ; And courting couples kiss, when they suppose None of their mates look on ; And Shepherd Marner, at the grindstone near, Sharps up his shears. Then, slowly, unto me, Who may not more than breathe lest she should flee, The Muse comes close, and whispers in my ear : 54 " You who have stood on Chanctonbury Ring So many times at sunrise, calling me Out from the northern pastures of the Weald, Or southward from the slopes toward the sea, Not vainly unto me have you appealed, But I would have you sing, Before I love you, something soft and clear And full of countryside simplicity ; As Barnes sang in his Dorset Rectory, And Gale sings now in leafy Warwickshire. " My dainty Fletcher joined the courtier throng Of that most vain of queens, Elizabeth ; Forgetting Sussex in their company. And Otway with base aliens starved to death. While gentle Collins only came to me When madness filled his song With wild discordance. Thus, for ever, I Have kept no native music but the strains Of horse-bells jingling up and down my lanes, Of singing birds, and streams which gurgle by. " When Shelley's soul was carried through the air Toward the manor house where he was born, I danced along the avenue at Denne, And praised the grace of Heaven, and the morn Which numbered with the sons of Sussex men A genius so rare J OF TH 55 So high an honour and so dear a birth, That, though the Horsham folk may little care To laud the favour of his birthplace there, My name is bless'd for it throughout the earth. " I taught the child to love, and dream and sing Of witch, hobgoblin, folk and flower lore ; And often led him by the hand away Into St. Leonard's Forest, where of yore The hermit fought the dragon to this day, The children, ev'ry Spring, Find lilies of the valley blowing where The rights took place. Alas ! they quickly drove My darling from my bosom and my love, And snatched my crown of laurel from his hair. " Realf I loved too, and fondly hoped that he Would sing for me alone, and in my name Please all the world, but very soon he left My arms to go and seek another fame ; Leaving me of my latest bard bereft. Still, he is dear to me. And I was proud, when, in America, He struck for liberty with old John Brown, Fighting beside him when he took the town Of Harper's Ferry, in Virginia. 56 " Can I not charm enough to make one choose For the life-mistress of his poesy. Instead of those who come from Hindustan With lotus-flowers, or from Italy With myrtle, or with plum-blooms from Japan, The simple Sussex Muse ? O, I would love him in his hours of dream, Hid in the brakes at Parham, or upon The heathy common-lands of Chiltington, Or by some Pulbro', Arun-filling stream ! " And when King Oberon makes merry round The park at Wiston on a gala night With Queen Titania and all her train, Then I would give him sevenfold fairy-sight ; And he should see me step from Charles' Wain On to the smooth, green ground, To join the fairy court festivities. And he should go with me, and see and hear Strange sights and sounds among the sleeping deer Beneath the ancient oak and hawthorn trees." Here the wind rustling all the medlar-leaves Drowns her soft voice. I reach my lips in vain To kiss her jewelled Pan-pipes, or her veilj For jasmine-petals fall as fast as rain 57 Shook from a full-blown spray swung from its nail Beneath the cottage eaves Concealing her. Up in the churchyard yews The parson's owls begin to hoot. I cry 3 " Return, return, O, lovely one, and I Will never worship any other Muse ! " Drinking Songs " Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, And emy i6mo., price 2s. 6d. Academy. " His song has a. rare and sweet note. The little book has colour and fragrance, and is none the less welcome because the fragrance is delicate, evanescent ; the colours of white and silver grey and lavender, rather than brilliant and exuberant ... In his sonnets, he shows a deft touch, particularly in the fine one : 'Ecce Ancilla Domini.' Yet, after all, it is in the lyrics that he is most individual. Though a veiled melancholy, like a white nun (to adopt a favourite image of the author) pervades ' Minutiae,' there are joyous and light-hearted strains as well, as the blithe 'Aurora's Footsteps ' or this pretty fantasy, ' Little Juliet as Cherry Ripe.' . . . Let him take heart, for surely the song that he has to sing is worth singing." Daily Chronicle." Mr. Dalmon has a real, if slender gift. His ' Minutiae ' are charming, fragile things, with the quaint untutored grace of Blake, and a touch sometimes of Watteau as in the ' Fancy Dress ' poem 1 Little Juliet as Cherry Ripe.' They resemble Blake, too, in suggesting more than they express. They seem to come and go like waifs of air-borne music, hardly come ere they are gone, and leaving an echo of their melody to tease us with expectancy of more. Rossetti also is evidently among Mr. Dalmon's masters, and yet there is something about his touch, something of navet, of glamour, of almond blossom daintiness, which is his own. Take this poem of 'Astolat': . . . Or this charming 'silver-point' of 'The Boy Dante at the Feast of the Church ' : . . . Here is a pretty pensie on ' The Sleeping Children ' in Lichfield Cathedral : . . . and how deeply pathetic is the ' Peradventure ' with which he closes his volume. . . . '* Globe. "Agreeably and remarkably free from mere imitation, either of tone or style. Mr. Dalmon has individuality and respects it. He says what he has to say in his own fashion. 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