Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . f-embraced the basket cradle-headWith one soft arm, which, like the pliant bonghThat moving moves the nest and nestling, swaydThe cradle, while she sang this baby song. What does little birdie sayIn her nest at peep of day ?Let me fly, says little birdie,Mother, let me fly , rest a little the little wings are she rests a little she flies away. What does little baby say,In her bed at peep of day ?Baby says, like little birdieLet me rise and fly away. 286 Sea Dreams. Baby, sleep a little longer,Till the little
Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . f-embraced the basket cradle-headWith one soft arm, which, like the pliant bonghThat moving moves the nest and nestling, swaydThe cradle, while she sang this baby song. What does little birdie sayIn her nest at peep of day ?Let me fly, says little birdie,Mother, let me fly , rest a little the little wings are she rests a little she flies away. What does little baby say,In her bed at peep of day ?Baby says, like little birdieLet me rise and fly away. 286 Sea Dreams. Baby, sleep a little longer,Till the little limbs are she sleeps a little too shall fly away. She sleeps : let us too, let all evil, also sleeps — another sleep than can do no more wrong : forgive him, dear,And I shall sleep tiie sounder ! Then tlie man, His deeds 5et live, the worst is 3et to let your sleep for this one night be sound :I do forgive him ! Thanks, my love, she said, Your own will be the sweeter, and they LUCRETIUS. LuciiviA, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold ; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had died Between them, tho he lovd her none the less, Yet often when the woman heard his foot Return from pacings in the field, and ran To greet him with a kiss, the master took Small notice, or austerely, for —his mind Half buried in some weightiet argument, Or fancy, borne perhaps upon the rise And long roll of the Hexameter — he past To turn and ponder those three hundred scrolls Left by the Teacher, whom he held divine. She brookd it not; but wrathful, petulant, Dreaming some rival, sought and found a witch Who brewd the philtre which had power, they said, To lead an errant passion home again. • And this, at times, -she mingled with his drink, And this destroyd him ; for the wicked broth Confused the cliemic labour of the blood. And tickling the brute brain within the mans Made havock among those tender cells, an
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