. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . e dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof. Locksley Hall. 123 I/ike a dog he hunts in dreams, and thou art staringat the wall, Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and the shad-ows rise and fall. Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointing to his drunken thy widowd marriage-pillows, to the tears that thou wilt weep. Thou shalt hear the Never, never, whisperd by the phantom a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears; And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient kind-ness on thy pain. Turn thee, turn thee on t
. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . e dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof. Locksley Hall. 123 I/ike a dog he hunts in dreams, and thou art staringat the wall, Where the dying night-lamp flickers, and the shad-ows rise and fall. Then a hand shall pass before thee, pointing to his drunken thy widowd marriage-pillows, to the tears that thou wilt weep. Thou shalt hear the Never, never, whisperd by the phantom a song from out the distance in the ringing of thine ears; And an eye shall vex thee, looking ancient kind-ness on thy pain. Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow : get thee to thyrest again. Nay, but Nature brings thee solace ; for a tendervoice will cry. *Tis a purer life than thine ; a lip to drain thy trou-ble dry. Baby lips will laugh me down : my latest rival brings thee fingers, waxen touches, press me from the mothers breast. 124 Locks ley Hall. O, the child too clothes the father with a dearness not his is thine and half is his : it will be worthy of the O, I see thee old and formal,fitted to thy petty part, With a little hoard of maximspreaching down a daughtersheart. They were dangerous guidesthe feelings — she herself wasnot exempt — Truly, she herself hadsufferd—Perish in thy self-contempt! Overlive it — lower yet — behappy! wherefore should Icare ? I myself must mix with action,lest I wither by despair. What is that which I should turn to, lighting upon days like these ?Every door is barrd with gold, and opens but to golden keys. Every gate is throngd with suitors, all the markets have but an angry fancy ; what is that which I should do ? Locksley Hall. 125 I had been content to perish, falHng on the foemans ground,When the ranks are roUd in vapour, and the winds are laid with sound. But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels,And the nations do but murmur, snarling at each others heels. Can I but relive in sadness ? I will turn that earlier
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