Here let us leave him; for his shroud the snow,
For funeral-lamps he has the planets seven, For a great sign the icy stair shall go
Between the heights to heaven.
One moment stood he as the angels stand,
High in the stainless eminence of air; The next, he was not, to his fatherland
Translated unaware.
FREDERIC WILLIAM HENRY MYERS.
As I came wandering down Glen Spean,
Where the braes are green and grassy, With my light step I overtook
A weary-footed lassie.
She had one bundle on her back,
Another in her hand, And she walked as one who was full loath
To travel from the land.
Quoth I, "My bonnie lass!"—for she
Had hair of flowing gold, And dark brown eyes, and dainty limbs,
Right pleasant to behold—
"My bonnie lass, what aileth thee,
On this bright summer day, To travel sad and shoeless thus
Upon the stony way?
"I'm fresh and strong, and stoutly shod,
And thou art burdened so; March lightly now, and let me bear
The bundles as we go."
"No, no!" she said, "that may not be;
What's mine is mine to bear; Of good or ill, as God may will,
I take my portioned share."