Yet that is yours which here hearts cannot share--
Heaven's summer peace eterne and noonday rest.




VI.

_Northumbria.--A Dirge._


Dirge the sorrows by time made dim:
_Seas are sullen in rain and mist._
Regret the woes that behind us swim:
_Sullen's the north and grey the east._

Black boats speck the horizon's rim:
_The north is heavy and grey the east._
They plash to shore in unison grim:
_The breakers roar through rain and mist._

Ah! the ravening Dane of old!
_Joys are born of time and sorrow._
He was beautiful, cruel and bold:
_Death yesterday is life to-morrow._

The slain lie stark on bented mounds:
_Winds are calling in rain and mist._
There's blood and smoke and wide red wounds,
And black boats make to north and east.