90 MEMORY AND MELANCHOLY. MEMORY AND MELANCHOLY. MEMORY, hither come, And tune your merry notes: And while upon the wind Your music floats, I'll pore upon the stream Where sighing lovers dream, And fish for fancies as they pass Within the watery glass. I'll drink of the clear stream, The day along: And when night comes, I'll go To places fit for woe, Walking along the darken'd valley With silent melancholy. William Blake. LOVE AND DEATH. 91 LOVE AND DEATH. GLORIES, pleasures, pomps, delights and ease, The outward senses, when the mind Love only reigns in death; though art John Ford. 92 SORROW-SONG. SORROW-SONG. OH, sorrow, sorrow, say where dost thou dwell? Art thou born of human race? Oh, why into the world is sorrow sent? Men afflicted best repent. What dost thou feed on? Broken sleep. What tak'st thou pleasure in? To sigh, to sob, to pine, to groan, Oh when, oh when shall sorrow quiet have? Never, never, never, never. Never till she finds a grave. Samuel Rowley. SLUMBER-SONG. 93 SLUMBER-SONG. CARE-CHARMING Sleep, thou easer of all woes,— John Fletcher. TO ECHO. SWEET Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen By slow Meander's margent green, Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well; That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet queen of parley, daughter of the sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies. J. Milton. 94 ORPHEUS. ORPHEUS. ORPHEUS with his lute made trees, Everything that heard him play, Hung their heads and then lay by. W. Shakespeare. |