R.OBERT BRIDGES

833. Spirits

A NGEL spirits of sleep,

• • White-robed, with silver hair,

In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep, And the sad moonbeam On the gliding stream Writes her scattered dream :

Angel spirits of sleep, Dancing to the weir In the hollow roar Of its waters deep ; Know ye how men say That ye haunt no more Isle and grassy shore With your moonlit play ; That ye dance not here, White-robed spirits of sleep, All the summer night Threading dances light ?

834. Nightingales

OEAUTIFUL must be the mountains whence ye come, "*-' And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom

Ye learn your song :

Where are those starry woods? O might 1 wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air

Bloom the year long!

Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams : Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams,

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