Whilst fair Machynlleth decks thy quiet plain,
Conjoined with it shall Lawdden's name remain.

" D AVUS , I detest
Persian decoration;
Roses and the rest,
Davus, I detest.
Simple myrtle best
Suits our modest station: —
Davus, I detest
Persian decoration."

Ellen, my darling,
Who liest in the churchyard of Walton.

If they should bring him the shock of a sudden gladness
It would be best to prepare him a little, saying:
— Careful, careful, careful! A great joy is coming! —

All his years go by in a blur of whiteness —
They are faces lying on life for a flash and forgotten,
That rise as drowning faces and disappear.

I've read the master-pieces great
Of languages no less than eight,
But ne'er have found a woof of song
So strict as that of Cambria's tongue.

Forty years ago who were here?
Forty years hence who shall be?
The audience passes.
Beethoven speaks forever.

Though thou art gone to dwelling cold,
To lie in mould for many a year,
Thou shalt, at length, from earthy bed,
Uplift thy head to blissful sphere.

O Dermod Flynn, it grieveth me
Thou keepest not Hell's portal;
As long as thou should'st porter be,
Thou would'st admit no mortal.

Such wondrous Faith in my own powers have I
That I can move a mountain if I choose.
But that's a task I don't intend to try.
I love to have the mountain standing by,
With paths to lead me nearer to the sky —
So what's the use?

Go, little book, on this thy first emprise:
If that thou 'scape the critic Ogre-land,
And come to where young Beauty, with bright eyes,
Listless at noon, shall take thee in her hand,
Tell her that nought in thy poor Master stirs
Of art, or grace, or song, — that is not Hers.