Volume Ii Part 164 (1/2)

Jean Ingelow [1820-1897]

MY OWEN

Proud of you, fond of you, clinging so near to you, Light is my heart now I know I am dear to you!

Glad is my voice now, so free it may sing for you All the wild love that is burning within for you!

Tell me once more, tell it over and over, The tale of that eve which first saw you my lover.

Now I need never blush At my heart's hottest gush-- The wife of my Owen her heart may discover!

Proud of you, fond of you, having all right in you, Quitting all else through my love and delight in you!

Glad is my heart since 'tis beating so nigh to you!

Light is my step for it always may fly to you!

Clasped in your arms where no sorrow can reach to me, Reading your eyes till new love they shall teach to me.

Though wild and weak till now, By that blest marriage vow, More than the wisest know your heart shall preach to me.

Ellen Mary Patrick Downing [1828-1869]

DORIS: A PASTORAL

I sat with Doris, the shepherd maiden; Her crook was laden with wreathed flowers.

I sat and wooed her through sunlight wheeling, And shadows stealing for hours and hours.

And she, my Doris, whose lap incloses Wild summer roses of faint perfume, The while I sued her, kept hushed and harkened Till shades had darkened from gloss to gloom.

She touched my shoulder with fearful finger; She said, ”We linger, we must not stay; My flock's in danger, my sheep will wander; Behold them yonder, how far they stray!”

I answered bolder, ”Nay, let me hear you, And still be near you, and still adore!

No wolf nor stranger will touch one yearling-- Ah! stay my darling a moment more!”

She whispered, sighing, ”There will be sorrow Beyond to-morrow, if I lose to-day; My fold unguarded, my flock unfolded-- I shall be scolded and sent away!”

Said I, denying, ”If they do miss you, They ought to kiss you when you get home; And well rewarded by friend and neighbor Should be the labor from which you come.”

”They might remember,” she answered meekly.

”That lambs are weakly and sheep are wild; But if they love me it's none so fervent-- I am a servant and not a child.”

Then each hot ember glowed quick within me, And love did win me to swift reply: ”Ah! do but prove me, and none shall bind you, Nor fray nor find you until I die!”