That her fair form may stand and shine,
Make bright our days and light our dreams,
Turning to scorn with lips divine

The falsehood of extremes!

SONG FROM AUDLEY COURT.'

H! who would fight and march and

countermarch,

Be shot for sixpence in a battle-field,

And shovell'd up into some bloody trench
Where no one knows? but let me live my life.

Oh! who would cast and balance at a desk,
Perch'd like a crow upon a three-legg'd stool,
Till all his juice is dried, and all his joints
Are full of chalk? but let me live my life.

Who'd serve the state? for if I carved my name
Upon the cliffs that guard my native land,
I might as well have traced it in the sands;
The sea wastes all: but let me live my life.

Oh! who would love? I woo'd a woman once, But she was sharper than an eastern wind, And all my heart turn'd from her, as a thorn Turns from the sea: but let me live my life.

Sleep, Ellen, folded in thy sister's arm, And sleeping, haply dream her arm is mine.

Sleep, Ellen, folded in Emilia's arm;
Emilia, fairer than all else but thou,

For thou art fairer than all else that is.

Sleep, breathing health and peace upon her breast: Sleep, breathing love and trust against her lip:

I go to-night: I come to-morrow morn.

I

go,

but I return: I would I were

The pilot of the darkness and the dream.

Sleep, Ellen Aubrey, love, and dream of me.