Were I as base as is the lowly plain,
And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,
Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain
Ascend to heaven, in honour of my Love.

Were I as high as heaven above the plain,
And you, my Love, as humble and as low
As are the deepest bottoms of the main,
Whereso'er you were, with you my love should go.

Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies,
My love should shine on you like to the sun,
And look upon you with ten thousand eyes
Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done.

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part,—
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free;

Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,
And when we meet at any time again,
Be it not seen in either of our brows
That we one jot of former love retain.

Now at the last gasp of love's latest breath,
When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies,
When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And innocence is closing up his eyes,

Phoebus, arise!
And paint the sable skies
With azure, white, and red:
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed
That she may thy career with roses spread:
The nightingales thy coming eachwhere sing:
Make an eternal spring!
Give life to this dark world which lieth dead;
Spread forth thy golden hair
In larger locks than thou wast wont before,
And emperor-like decore
With diadem of pearl thy temples fair:
Chase hence the ugly night
Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light.

—This is that happy morn,
That day, long wishéd day

Can Eagles' birds fly lower than their kind?
Or can ambition stoop to servile gain?
Can free-born breasts be forc'd against their mind,
To put the mask of love upon disdain?
Can Love be bought? Can avarice constrain
Great Cupid to do homage unto gold?
Can he his wings, can he his flames restrain,
Or be induc'd to wish as worldlings would?
No, no, my fate is in the heavens enroll'd,
Men's laws may force my life, but not my love,
Men may my eyes, but not my heart, behold,
My eyes may their's, my heart my own, shall prove.

I ONCE loved a boy, and a bold Irish boy,
Far away in the hills of the West;
Ah! the love of that boy was my jewel of joy,
And I built him a bower in my breast,
In my breast;
And I built him a bower in my breast.

I once loved a boy, and I trusted him true,
And I built him a bower in my breast;
But away, wirrasthrue! the rover he flew,
And robbed my poor heart of its rest,
Of its rest;
And robbed my poor heart of its rest.

The spring-time returns, and the sweet speckled thrush
Murmurs soft to his mate on her nest,

In the twilight darkling
When the sky was violet
And the stars were faintly sparkling
Thus it was we met,

In a lonely meadow
Carpeted with crocuses
Underneath the tangled shadow
Of the apple trees.

Long and fain we lingered
Whilst the world lay hushed in sleep
Till the dawning rosy-fingered
Clomb the eastern steep.

Priest nor ceremony
Or of Orient or Rome
Bound to me my love, mine honey
In the honey-comb,

Who, albeit of human
Things the most sublime he knew,
Left me, to espouse a woman
As the people do.

That night, when storms were spent and tranquil heaven,
Clear-eyed with stars and fragrant with fresh air,
Slept after thunder, came a sound of song,
And a keen voice that through the forest cried
On Ithocles, and still on Ithocles,
Persistent, till the woods and caverns rang.
He in his lair close-lying and tear-tired
Heard, knew the cry, and trembled. Nearer still
And nearer vibrated the single sound.
Yet, though much called for, Ithocles abode
Prone, deeming that the gods had heard his prayer,
And spake not. Till at the cave-door there stayed

Oh , how could I venture to love one like thee,
And you not despise a poor conquest like me,
On lords, thy admirers, could look wi' disdain,
And knew I was naething, yet pitied my pain?
You said, while they teased you with nonsense and dress,
When real the passion, the vanity's less;
You saw through that silence which others despise,
And, while beaux were a-talking, read love in my eyes

Oh, how shall I fauld thee, and kiss a' thy charms,
Till, fainting wi' pleasure, I die in your arms;
Through all the wild transports of ecstasy tost,

Oh , unhappy stars! your fate I mourn,
Ye by whom the sea-toss'd sailor's lighted,
Who with radiant beams the heav'ns adorn,
But by gods and men are unrequited:
For ye love not,—ne'er have learnt to love!
Ceaselessly in endless dance ye move,
In the spacious sky your charms displaying.
What far travels ye have hasten'd through,
Since, within my loved one's arms delaying,
I've forgotten you and midnight too!

1. I love the Lord, because he doth My voice and prayer hear,
2. The pangs of death on every side About beset me round;
And in my days will call because He bowed to me his ear.
The pains of hell gat hold on me, Distress and grief I found.

3. Upon Jehovah's name therefore
I callèd and did say,
Deliver thou my soul, O Lord,
I do thee humbly pray.

4. Gracious the Lord and just, our God
Is merciful also.
The Lord the simple keeps, and he
Saved me when I was low.

5. O thou, my soul, do thou return
Unto thy quiet rest,