THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER. LITTLE black thing among the snow, A Crying, "Weep! weep!" in notes of woe! "Where are thy father and mother? Say! "— "Because I was happy upon the heath, "And because I am happy and dance and sing, And are gone to praise God and his priest and king, Who make up a heaven of our misery." THE SICK ROSE. ROSE, thou art sick ! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. NURSE'S SONG. HEN the voices of children are heard on the WH green, And whisperings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Your spring and your day are wasted in play, And your winter and night in disguise. Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die. I THE ANGEL. DREAMT a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild : And I wept both night and day, So he took his wings, and fled; I dried my tears, and armed my fears Soon my Angel came again; THE TIGER. V TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye In what distant deeps or skies And what shoulder and what art What dread hand and what dread feet? |