A Dream

"Me in far lands did Justice call, cold queen     Among the dead, who after heat and haste     At length have leisure for her steadfast voice,"

"No Muse will I invoke; for she is fled!     Lo! where she sits, breathing, yet all but dead.     She loved the heavens of old, she thought them"

"I cannot look upon thy grave,         Though there the rose is sweet:     Better to hear the long wave wash         These wastes about my feet!"

"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"