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THE SANDS O' DEE.

Across the sands o' Dee!"

The western wind was wild, and dank wi' foam,

And all alone went she.

The creeping tide came up along the sand,
And o'er and o'er the sand,

And round and round the sand,

As far as eye could see;

The blinding mist came down and hid the land, And never home came she.

"O is it weed, or fish, or floating hair,

A tress o' golden hair,

O' drowned maiden's hair,

Above the nets at sea?

Was never salmon yet that shone so fair,
Among the stakes on Dee."

They rowed her in across the rolling foam,

The cruel, crawling foam,

The cruel, hungry foam,

THE RECONCILIATION.

To her grave beside the sea;

But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands o' Dee.

As through the land at eve we went,

And plucked the ripened ears,

We fell out, my wife and I,

O we fell out, I know not why,
And kissed again with tears.

For when we came where lies the child
We lost in other years,

There, above the little grave,

O there, above the little grave,

We kissed again with tears.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

THE GARRET.

O, IT was here that Love his gifts bestowed
On Youth's wild age!

Gladly once more I seek my youth's abode,
In pilgrimage:

Here my young mistress with her poet dared.
Reckless to dwell;

She was sixteen, I twenty- and we shared
This attic cell.

Yes, 'twas a garret! be it known to all,
Here was Love's shrine;

There read, in charcoal traced along the wall,

The unfinished line.

Here was the board where kindred hearts would blend :
The Jew can tell

How oft I pawned my watch to feast a friend
In attic cell.

O, my Lisette's fair form could I recall
With fairy wand!

There she would blind the window with her shawl:
Bashful, yet fond.