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POEMS
BY
JEAN INGELOW
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. I.
BOSTON
ROBERTS BROTHERS
1896
AUTHOR'S COMPLETE EDITION
DEDICATION
TO
GEORGE KILGOUR INGELOW
YOUR LOVING SISTER
OFFERS YOU THESE POEMS, PARTLY AS
AN EXPRESSION OF HER AFFECTION, PARTLY FOR THE
PLEASURE OF CONNECTING HER EFFORTS
WITH YOUR NAME
KENSINGTON: June, 1863
CONTENTS OF VOL. I.
DIVIDEDHONORS.—PART I.HONORS.—PART II.REQUIESCAT IN PACESUPPER AT THE MILLSCHOLAR AND CARPENTERTHE STAR'S MONUMENTA DEAD YEARREFLECTIONSTHE LETTER LTHE HIGH TIDE ON THE COAST OF LINCOLNSHIRE (1571)AFTERNOON AT A PARSONAGESONGS OF SEVENA COTTAGE IN A CHINEPERSEPHONEA SEA SONGBROTHERS, AND A SERMONA WEDDING SONGTHE FOUR BRIDGESA MOTHER SHOWING THE PORTRAIT OF HER CHILDSTRIFE AND PEACE
THE DREAMS THAT CAME TRUE
SONGS ON THE VOICES OF BIRDS. INTRODUCTION.—CHILD AND BOATMAN THE NIGHTINGALE HEARD BY THE UNSATISFIED HEART SAND MARTINS A POET IN HIS YOUTH AND THE CUCKOO-BIRD A RAVEN IN A WHITE CHINE THE WARBLING OF BLACKBIRDS SEA-MEWS IN WINTER-TIME
LAURANCE
SONGS OF THE NIGHT WATCHES. INTRODUCTORY.—EVENING THE FIRST WATCH.—TIRED THE MIDDLE WATCH THE MORNING WATCH CONCLUDING.—EARLY DAWN
CONTRASTED SONGS. SAILING BEYOND SEAS REMONSTRANCE SONG FOR THE NIGHT OF CHRIST'S RESURRECTION SONG OF MARGARET SONG OF THE GOING AWAY A LILY AND A LUTE
GLADYS AND HER ISLAND
SONGS WITH PRELUDES. WEDLOCK REGRET LAMENTATION DOMINION FRIENDSHIP
WINSTANLEY
DIVIDED.
I.
An empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom; We two among them wading together, Shaking out honey, treading perfume.
Crowds of bees are giddy with clover, Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
Flusheth the rise with her purple favor, Gloweth the cleft with her golden ring, 'Twixt the two brown butterflies waver, Lightly settle, and sleepily swing.
We two walk till the purple dieth And short dry grass under foot is brown. But one little streak at a distance lieth Green like a ribbon to prank the down.
II.
Over the grass we stepped unto it, And God He knoweth how blithe we were! Never a voice to bid us eschew it: Hey the green ribbon that showed so fair!
Hey the green ribbon! we kneeled beside it, We parted the grasses dewy and sheen; Drop over drop there filtered and slided A tiny bright beck that trickled between.