slumbered, and the moon and the stars kept guard,--poor, tired
south-wind! Old lady and maiden, young man and child, the dust and the
flowers, were forgotten, and he slept,--dear little south-wind!




LINES

WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF DR. HOLMES'S LECTURES ON ENGLISH POETRY.


[Footnote: The Poets are metaphorically introduced as follows.
ROGERS, _The Beech_; CAMPBELL, _The Fir_; BYRON, _The Oak_; MOORE,
_The Elm_; SCOTT, _The Chestnut_; SOUTHEY, _The Holly_; COLERIDGE,
_The Magnolia_; KEATS, _The Orange_; WORDSWORTH, _The Pine_; TENNYSON,
_The Palm_; FELICIA HEMANS, _The Locust_; ELIZABETH BARRETT
BROWNING, _The Laurel_.]

Farewell! farewell! The hours we've stolen
From scenes of worldly strife and stir,
To live with poets, and with thee,
Their brother and interpreter,

Have brought us wealth;--as thou hast reaped,
We have not followed thee in vain,
But gathered, in one precious sheaf,
The pearly flower and golden grain.

For twelve bright hours, with thee we walked