Oh ! spring was in his shining eyes
And summer in his happy soul;
He bounded o'er the misty rise
And saw the purple ocean roll.

With stars above and stars below,
The lovely eve was fair as noon;
He saw above him richly glow
The white shores of the sailing moon,

Her vales of jet, her pearly peaks,
The lustre on her shining sands;
Leaped eager roses to his cheeks,—
He cried, “I seek her silver strands!”

There rose a siren where the foam
Of ocean sparkled most with stars:
She combed gold locks with golden comb;

Oh, shield me from his rage, celestial Powers!
This tyrant that embitters all my hours.
Ah! Love, you've poorly played the monarch's part:
You conquered, but you can't defend, my heart.
So blessed was I throughout thy happy reign,
I thought this monster banished from thy train;
But you would raise him to support your throne,
And now he claims your empire as his own:
Or tell me, tyrants, have you both agreed
That where one reigns the other shall succeed?

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Away, my rolling river!
Oh, Shenandoah, I can't get near you. Away, away,
I'm bound away, 'Cross the wide Missouri!

2

Oh, Shenandoah, I love your daughter.
Away, my rolling river!
She lives across the stormy water.
Away, away, I'm bound away,
'Cross the wide Missouri!

3

For seven years I courted Sally,
Away, my rolling river,
For seven more I longed to have her,
Away, away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri!

4

She said she would not be my lover.

Oh! she is good, the little rain! and well she knows our need
Who cometh in the time of spring to aid the sun-drawn seed;
She wanders with a friendly wind through silent nights unseen,
The furrows feel her happy tears, and lo! the land is green.

Last night cloud-shadows gloomed the path that winds to my abode,
And the torches of the river-boats like angry meteors glowed.
To-day fresh colors break the soil, and butterflies take wing
Down broidered lawns all bright with pearls in the garden of the King.

Oh shall I never never be home again?
Meadows of England shining in the rain
Spread wide your daisied lawns: your ramparts green
With briar fortify, with blossom screen
Till my far morning — and O streams that slow
And pure and deep through plains and playlands go,
For me your love and all your kingcups store,
And — dark militia of the southern shore,
Old fragrant friends — preserve me the last lines
Of that long saga which you sung me, pines,
When, lonely boy, beneath the chosen tree
I listened, with my eyes upon the sea.

Oh seek me not within a tomb;
Thou shalt not find me in the clay!
I pierce a little wall of gloom
To mingle with the Day!

I brothered with the things that pass,
Poor giddy Joy and puckered Grief;
I go to brother with the Grass
And with the sunning Leaf.

Not Death can sheathe me in a shroud;
A joy-sword whetted keen with pain,
I join the armies of the Cloud,
The Lightning and the Rain.

Oh subtle in the sap athrill,
Athletic in the glad uplift,
A portion of the Cosmic Will,
I pierce the planet-drift.

Oh ! say you so, bold sailor
—In the sun-lit deeps of sky!
Dost thou so soon the seed-time tell
—In thy imperial cry,
As circling in yon shoreless sea
—Thine unseen form goes drifting by?

I cannot trace in the noon-day glare
—Thy regal flight, O crane!
From the leaping might of the fiery light
—Mine eyes recoil in pain,
But on mine ear, thine echoing cry
—Falls like a bugle strain.

The mellow soil glows beneath my feet,
—Where lies the buried grain;
The warm light floods the length and breadth

The lily we love, it is whiter
For the darkness that covers the day;
The pearl of our souls, it is brighter
For the shadows that turn to gray.

To the sunlight that calls, its tender
Pale petals are closed and chill;
To the dew, though it falls from the splendor
Of stars, it is silent still.

Let the darkness fall deep, and deliver
Unveiled to our weary eyes
The pearl by the Eden River
Our lily in Paradise.

" OH ! rise up, Willy Reilly, and come along with me, "
I mean for to go with you and leave this counterie,
To leave my father's dwelling, his houses and free land; "
And away goes Willy Reilly and his dear Coolen Ban.

They go by hills and mountains, and by yon lonesome plain,
Through shady groves and valleys, all dangers to refrain;
But her father followed after with a well-armed band,
And taken was poor Reilly and his dear Coolen Ban.

It's home then she was taken, and in her closet bound;

Oh promise me that some day you and
I will take our love together to some sky, Where
we can be alone and faith renew, and find the hollows where those flowers
grew, those first sweet violets of early spring, Which
come in whispers, thrill us both, and sing of love unspeakable that
is to be; Oh promise me, oh promise me!
Oh promise me, that you will take my
hand, the most unworthy in this lonely
land, and let me sit beside you, in your eyes
Seeing the vision of our paradise, Hearing God's message while the
organ rolls, its mighty music to our