Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 186 pages of information about Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems.

Sing in the silent sky,
  Glad soaring bird;
Sing out thy notes on high 10
To sunbeam straying by
Or passing cloud;
  Heedless if thou art heard
Sing thy full song aloud.

Oh that it were with me
  As with the flower;
Blooming on its own tree
For butterfly and bee
Its summer morns: 
  That I might bloom mine hour 20
A rose in spite of thorns.

Oh that my work were done
  As birds’ that soar
Rejoicing in the sun: 
That when my time is run
And daylight too,
  I so might rest once more
Cool with refreshing dew.


I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree
  And wore them all that evening in my hair: 
Then in due season when I went to see
    I found no apples there.

With dangling basket all along the grass
  As I had come I went the selfsame track: 
My neighbours mocked me while they saw me pass
    So empty-handed back.

Lilian and Lilias smiled in trudging by,
  Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer; 10
Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
    Their mother’s home was near.

Plump Gertrude passed me with her basket full,
  A stronger hand than hers helped it along;
A voice talked with her through the shadows cool
    More sweet to me than song.

Ah Willie, Willie, was my love less worth
  Than apples with their green leaves piled above? 
I counted rosiest apples on the earth
    Of far less worth than love. 20

So once it was with me you stooped to talk
  Laughing and listening in this very lane: 
To think that by this way we used to walk
    We shall not walk again!

I let my neighbours pass me, ones and twos
  And groups; the latest said the night grew chill,
And hastened:  but I loitered, while the dews
    Fell fast I loitered still.


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
  Two lilies on a single stem,
Two butterflies upon one flower:—­
  Oh happy they who look on them.

Who look upon them hand in hand
  Flushed in the rosy summer light;
Who look upon them hand in hand
  And never give a thought to night.


Out of the church she followed them
  With a lofty step and mien: 
His bride was like a village maid,
  Maude Clare was like a queen.

‘Son Thomas,’ his lady mother said,
  With smiles, almost with tears: 
’May Nell and you but live as true
  As we have done for years;

’Your father thirty years ago
  Had just your tale to tell; 10
But he was not so pale as you,
  Nor I so pale as Nell.’

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