A Chant

"I saw thee once, I see thee now;     Thy pure young face, thy noble mien,     Thy truthful eyes, thy radiant brow;     All childlike, lovely, a"

"Last evening's huge lax clouds of turbid white     Grew dark and louring, burthened with the rain     Which that long wind monotonous all night"

"I.     What precious thing are you making fast     In all these silken lines?     And where and to whom will it go at last?     Such subtle knots"

"Sleepless himself to give to others sleep.     He giveth His beloved sleep.     I heard the sounding of the midnight hour;     The others one"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"