Poems (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: HYPOTHESES HYPOCHONDRIAn And should she die, her grave should be Upon the bare top of a sunny hill, Among the moorlands of her own fair land, Amid a ring of old and moss-grown stones In gorse and heather all embosomed. There should be no tall stone, no marble tomb Above her gentle corse;?the ponderous pile Would press too rudely on those fairy limbs. The turf should lightly lie, that marked her home. A sacred spot it would be?every bird That came to watch her lone grave should be holy. The deer should browse around her undisturbed; The whin bird by, her lonely nest should build All fearless; for in life she loved to see Happiness in all things? And we would come on summer days When all around was bright, and set us down And think of all that lay beneath that turf On which the heedless moor-bird sits, and whistles His long, shrill, painful song, as though he plained For her that loved him and his pleasant hills; And we would dream again of bygone days Until our eyes should swell with natural tears For brilliant hopes?all faded into air! As, on the sands of Irak, near approach Destroys the traveller's vision of still lakes, 1 This and the following poem were written at school in early boyhood. And goodly streams reed-clad, and meadows green; And leaves behind the drear reality Of shadeless, same, yet everchanging sand ! And when the sullen clouds rose thick on high Mountains on mountains rolling?and dark mist Wrapped itself round the hill-tops like a shroud, When on her grave swept by the moaning wind Bending the heather-bells?then would I come And watch by her, in silent loneliness, And smile upon the storm?as knowing well The lightning's flash would surely turn asi...