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u Cusha! Cusha! Cusha !” calling, Ere the early dews were falling,
Farre away I heard her song.
“Cusha! Cusha !” all along; Where the reedy Lindis floweth,
Faintly came her milking-song:
From the clovers lift your head ;
Jetty, to the milking-shed.” If it be long, aye, long ago,
When I beginne to think howe long,
Swift as an arrowe, sharpe and strong;
And not a shadowe mote be seene,
The steeple towered from out the greene; And lo! the great bell farre and wide Was heard in all the country-side That Saturday at eventide. The swanherds where their sedges are
Moved on in sunset's golden breath,
And my sonne's wife, Elizabeth;
Then some looked uppe into the sky,
And all along where Lindis flows, To where the goodly vessels lie,
And where the lordly steeple shows. They sayde, “And why should this thing be? What danger lowers by land or sea ? They ring the tune of Enderby'! “ For evil news from Mablethorpe
Of pyrate galleys warping down, For shippes ashore beyond the scorpe,
They have not spared to wake the towne; But while the west bin red to see, And storms be none, and pyrates flee, Why ring The Brides of Enderby'?" I looked without, and lo! my sonne
Came riding downe with might and main; He raised a shout as he drew on, Till all the welkin rang again,
« Elizabeth! Elizabeth!” (A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.) “ The olde sea-wall (he cried) is downe,
The rising tide comes on apace, And boats adrift in yonder towne
Go sailing uppe the market-place.” He shook as one that looks on death: “God save you, mother!” straight he saith; “Where is my wife, Elizabeth ?” “Good sonne, where Lindis winds away
With her two bairns I marked her long;
Afar I heard her milking song."
For lo ! along the river's bed
And uppe the Lindis raging sped.
And rearing Lindis, backward pressed,
Shook all her trembling bankes amaine; Then madly at the eygre's breast
Flung uppe her weltering walls again. Then bankes came downe with ruin and routThen beaten foam flew round about Then all the mighty floods were out. So farre, so fast the eygre drave,
The heart had hardly time to beat,
Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet:
The noise of bells went sweeping by;
Stream from the church tower, red and highA lurid mark and dread to see ; And awesome bells they were to mee, That in the dark rang “Enderby." They rang the sailor lads to guide,
From roofe to roofe who fearless rowed ;
And yet the ruddy beacon glowed :
Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare! The waters laid thee at his doore,
Ere yet the early dawn was clear.
That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea;
To manye more than myne and mee: But each will mourn his own (she saith), And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.
I shall never hear her more
I shall never see her more,
To the sandy lonesome shore;
Jetty, to the milking-shed.”
GIVE US LOVE AND GIVE US PEACE. ONE morning, oh! so early, my beloved, my beloved, All the birds were singing blithely, as if never they would cease; 'Twas a thrush sang in my garden, “ Hear the story, hear the story!
And the lark sang, “ Give us glory!”
And the dove said, “Give us peace !”
When the wren sang, “Give us beauty!"
Sweet is spring, and sweet the morning, my beloved, my beloved ;
Give for all our life's dear story,
THE SHEPHERD LADY.
Where meadow grass is deep?
Follow the clean white sheep.
She hearkeneth in her sleep.
All in long grass the piper stands,
Goodly and grave is he;
The notes of his pipe ring free.
“Come down, O lady! to me."
Ah! the lady is fair;
And binds her flaxen hair,
Down the turret stair.
Behold him! With the flock he wons
Along yon grassy lea.
What wilt thou, then, with me?
And followeth on to thee."
« The white lambs feed in tender grass ;
With them and thee to bide,
“ Albeit the meads are wide.