256 Rosabelle CCXXXV THE DEATH BED We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, But when the morn came dim and sad Another morn than ours. T. HOOD CCXXXVI ROSABELLE O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell ; Soft is the note, and sad the lay 'Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew! The blackening wave is edged with white; Last night the gifted Seer did view Rosabelle 'Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir 'Tis not because the ring they ride, -O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud Seem'd all on fire within, around, And glimmer'd all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair- There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold 257 S 258 On an Infant Dying And each Saint Clair was buried there With candle, with book, and with knell; SIR W. SCOTT CCXXXVII ON AN INFANT DYING AS SOON AS BORN I saw where in the shroud did lurk A curious frame of Nature's work; She did but ope an eye, and put A clear beam forth, then straight up What thy errand here below? Shall we say, that Nature blind shut Check'd her hand, and changed her mind Just when she had exactly wrought A finish'd pattern without fault? Could she flag, or could she tire, Or lack'd she the Promethean fire (With her nine moons' long workings sicken'd) Life of health, and days mature: Woman's self in miniature ! Limbs so fair, they might supply On an Infant Dying And cut the branch; to save the shock That has his day; while shrivell❜d crones Music framed for infants' glee, Whistle never tuned for thee; Though thou want'st not, thou shalt have them, Loving hearts were they which gave them. Let not one be missing; nurse, See them laid upon the hearse Of infant slain by doom perverse. C. LAMB 259 |