brow, like a pent-house, hung over his eyes. 25 He’d an axe in his hand, not a word he spoke,
But with many a hem! and a sturdy stroke,
At length he brought down the poor Raven’s own oak.
His young ones were killed; for they could not depart,
And their mother did die of a broken heart. 30
The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever;
And they floated it down on the course of the river.
They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did strip,
And with this tree and others they made a good ship.
The ship, it was launched; but in sight of the land 35
Such a storm there did rise as no ship could withstand.
It bulged on a rock, and the waves rush’d in fast:
Round and round flew the raven, and cawed to the blast.
He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls —
See! see! o’er the topmast the mad water rolls! 40
Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet,
And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet,
And he thank’d him again and again for this treat:
They had taken his all, and REVENGE IT WAS SWEET!
TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN AT THE THEATRE
Maiden, that with sullen brow
Sitt’st behind those virgins gay,
Like a scorch’d and mildew’d bough,
Leafless ‘mid the blooms of May!
Him who lur’d thee and forsook, 5
Oft I watch’d with angry gaze,
Fearful saw his pleading look,
Anxious heard his fervid phrase.
Soft the glances of the Youth,
Soft his speech, and soft his sigh; 10
But no sound like simple Truth,
But no true love in his eye.
Loathing thy polluted lot,
Hie thee, Maiden, hie thee hence!
Seek thy weeping Mother’s cot, 15
With a wiser innocence.
Thou hast known deceit and folly,
Thou hast felt that Vice is woe:
With a musing melancholy
Inly arm’d, go, Maiden! go. 20
Mother sage of Self-dominion,
Firm thy steps, O Melancholy!
The strongest plume in Wisdom’s pinion
Is the memory of past folly.
Mute the skylark and forlorn, 25
While she moults the firstling plumes,
That had skimm’d the tender corn,
Or the beanfield’s odorous blooms.
Soon with renovated wing
Shall she dare a loftier flight, 30
Upward to the Day-Star spring,
And embathe in heavenly light.
TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN WHOM THE AUTHOR HAD KNOWN IN THE DAYS OF HER INNOCENCE
Myrtle-leaf that, ill besped,
Pinest in the gladsome ray,
Soil’d beneath the common tread
Far from thy protecting spray!
When the Partridge o’er the sheaf 5
Whirr’d along the yellow vale,
Sad I saw thee, heedless leaf!
Love the dalliance of the gale.
Lightly didst thou, foolish thing!
Heave and flutter to his sighs, 10
While the flatterer, on his wing,
Woo’d and whisper’d thee to rise.
Gaily from thy mother-stalk
Wert thou danc’d and wafted high —
Soon on this unshelter’d walk 15
Flung to fade, to rot and die.
TO THE REV. GEORGE COLERIDGE OF OTTERY ST. MARY, DEVON
With some Poems
Notus in fratres animi paterni.
HOR. Carm. lib. II. 2.
A blesséd lot hath he, who having passed
His youth and early manhood in the stir
And turmoil of the world, retreats at length,
With cares that move, not agitate the heart,
To the same dwelling where his father dwelt; 5
And haply views his tottering little ones
Embrace those agéd knees and climb that lap,
On which first kneeling his own infancy
Lisp’d its brief prayer. Such, O my earliest Friend!
Thy lot, and such thy brothers too enjoy. 10
At distance did ye climb Life’s upland road,
Yet cheer’d and cheering: now fraternal love
Hath drawn you to one centre. Be your days
Holy, and blest and blessing may ye live!
To me the Eternal Wisdom hath dispens’d 15
A different fortune and more different mind —
Me from the spot where first I sprang to light
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