Revenge 113 I WISH I were where Helen lies, Curst be the heart that thought the thought, O think na ye my heart was sair, When my Love dropt and spak nae mair? On fair Kirconnell lea. As I went down the waterside guide, None but my foe to be my On fair Kirconnell lea; I lighted down, my sword did draw, For her sake that died for me. O that I were where Helen lies! 6 The Wild Stream Where thou lies low, and takes thy rest I wish my grave were growing green, On fair Kirconnell lea. I wish I were where Helen lies! For her sake that died for me. I 14 115 O wild and desert stream!.. Gloomy and dark art thou—the crowded firs Save when the shy king-fishers build their nest LA Rivière de Cassis roule ignorée En des vaux étranges: La voix de cent corbeaux l'accompagne, vraie Avec les grands mouvements des sapinaies Tout roule avec des mystères révoltants Les passions mortes des chevaliers errants : Dryads Que le piéton regarde à ces clairevoies : Soldats des forêts que le Seigneur envoie, Qui trinque d'un moignon vieux. 116 .. And so this man returned with axe and saw Was each a wood-nymph, and kept ever green With jagged leaves, and from the forest tops Into their mother's bosom, sweet and soft, They spread themselves into the loveliness Hang like moist clouds :-or, where high branches kiss, Like a vast fane in a metropolis, Surrounded by the columns and the towers All overwrought with branch-like traceries Odours and gleams and murmurs . . The world is full of Woodmen who expel 117 Fantastic Forms O Lily-lady, Dreaming serenely alone in cloud-garden shady, In thy garden shady. The great rose Now waking, his crimson splendour doth loftily dispose; In thy garden shady. I 18 ... Fantastic forms, whither are ye fled? Or if the like of you exist, why exist they no more for me ?... In those days I saw gods, as 'old men covered with a mantle', walking upon the earth. Let the dreams of classic idolatry perish,-extinct be the fairies and fairy trumpery of legendary fabling,--in the heart of childhood there will for ever spring up a well of innocent or wholesome superstition-the seeds of exaggeration will be busy there, and vital-from everyday forms educing the unknown and the uncommon. In that little Goshen there will be light, when the grown world flounders about in the darkness of sense and materiality. While childhood, and while dreams reducing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth. 119 The Woodland Spirit I am the powr I 20 Of this fair Wood, and live in Oak'n bowr, That sit upon the nine enfolded Sphears, IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : |