Chat on, sweet Maid, and rescue from annoy
Hearts that by wiser talk are unbeguilded.
Ah, happy he who owns the tenderest joy,
The heart-love of a child!
Away, fond thoughts, and vex my soul no more!
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days,
Albeit bright memories of the sunlit shore
Yet haunt my dreaming gaze.
CONTENTS
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Phantasmagoria, inSeven Cantos:— | ||
I. | The Trystyng | |
II. | Hys Fyve Rules | |
III. | Scarmoges | |
IV. | Hys Nouryture | |
V. | Byckerment | |
VI. | Dyscomfyture | |
VII. | Sad Souvenaunce | |
Echoes | ||
A Sea Dirge | ||
Ye CarpetteKnyghte | ||
Hiawatha’sPhotographing | ||
Melancholetta | ||
A Valentine | ||
The ThreeVoices:— |
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The First Voice | ||
The Second Voice | ||
The Third Voice | ||
A Game of Fives | ||
Poeta fit, non nascitur | ||
Size and Tears | ||
Atalanta inCamden-Town | ||
The LangCoortin’ | ||
Four Riddles | ||
Fame’sPenny-Trumpet | ||
PHANTASMAGORIA
CANTO I
The Trystyng
One winter night, at half-past nine,
Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy,
I had come home, too late to dine,
And supper, with cigars and wine,
Was waiting in the study.
There was a strangeness in the room,
And Something white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom—
I took it for the carpet-broom
Left by that careless slavey.
But presently the Thing began
To shiver and to sneeze:
On which I said “Come, come, my man!
That’s a most inconsiderate plan.
Less noise there, if you please!”
