JAMES LEE. I. AT THE WINDOW. 1. Aн, love, but a day, And the world has changed! The sun's away, And the bird's estranged; The wind has dropped, And the sky's deranged: Summer has stopped. 2. Look in my eyes! Wilt thou change too? Should I fear surprise? Shall I find aught new In the old and dear, In the good and true, With the changing year? II. BY THE FIRESIDE. 1. Is all our fire of shipwreck wood, Oak and pine? Oh, for the ills half-understood, The dim, dead woe Long ago Befallen this bitter coast of France! Well, poor sailors took their chance; I take mine. 2. A ruddy shaft our fire must shoot O'er the sea: Do sailors eye the casement mute, Drenched and stark, From their bark And envy, gnash their teeth for hate O' the warm safe house and happy freight 3. God help you, sailors, at your need! Spare the curse! For some ships, safe in port indeed, Rot and rust, Run to dust, All through worms i' the wood, which crept, Gnawed our hearts out while we slept : Love's voyage full-sail,- (now, gnash your teeth!) When planks start, open hell beneath Unawares? |