The Romance of the Swan's Nest. "So the dreams depart, So the fading phantoms flee, And the sharp reality Now must act its part." WESTWOOD'S "Beads from a Rosary." I. LITTLE Ellie sits alone 'Mid the beeches of a meadow, By a stream-side on the grass: And the trees are showering down Doubles of their leaves in shadow, On her shining hair and face. II. She has thrown her bonnet by; III. Little Ellie sits alone, And the smile, she softly useth, Fills the silence like a speech; While she thinks what shall be done,- And the sweetest pleasure, chooseth, For her future within reach. IV. Little Ellie, in her smile Chooseth. . . . "I will have a lover, Riding on a steed of steeds! He shall love me without guile ; And to him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds. V. "And the steed shall be red-roan, And the lover shall be noble, With an eye that takes the breath,- Shall strike ladies into trouble, As his sword strikes men to death. VI. "And the steed, it shall be shod All in silver, housed in azure, And the mane shall swim the wind; And the hoofs, along the sod, Shall flash onward and keep measure, Till the shepherds look behind. VII. "But my lover will not prize All the glory that he rides in; When he gazes in my face, He will say, 'O love, thine eyes Build the shrine my soul abides in; And I kneel here for thy grace.' 66 VIII. Then, ay, then-he shall kneel lowWith the red-roan steed anear him, Which shall seem to understandTill I answer, 'Rise and go! For the world must love and fear him Whom I gift with heart and hand.' IX. "Then he will arise so pale, I will utter, and dissemble 'Light to-morrow, with to-day.' X. “Then he will ride through the hills, XI. “Three times shall a young foot-page Swim the stream, and climb the mountain, And kneel down beside my feet'Lo! my master sends this gage, Lady, for thy pity's counting! What wilt thou exchange for it?' XII. "And the first time, I will send XIII. "Then the young foot-page will run— Then my lover will ride faster, Till he kneeleth at my knee; 'I am a duke's eldest son! Thousand serfs do call me masterBut, O Love, I love but thee!' XIV. "He will kiss me on the mouth Then, and lead me as a lover Through the crowds that praise his deeds; And, when soul-tied by one troth, Unto him I will discover That swan's nest among the reeds." XV. Little Ellie, with her smile Not yet ended, rose up gaily; Tied the bonnet, donned the shoe, Just to see, as she did daily, What more eggs were with the two. XVI. Pushing through the elm-tree copse, And a rat had gnawed the reeds. XVII. Ellie went home sad and slow, With his red-roan steed of steeds, ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. Music. EFTSOONS they heard a most melodious sound, Birds, voices, instruments, winds, waters, all agree; |