A Prodigal

"Music, music with throb and swing,         Of a plaintive note, and long;     'Tis a note no human throat could sing,     No harp with its dulc"

"I     Sing to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping         With shadowy garments, the wilderness through;     All day we have carolled, and no"

"All yesterday the thought of you was resting in my soul,     And when sleep wandered o'er the world that very thought she stole     To fill my d"

"I     Lady Lorgnette, of the lifted lash,         The curling lip and the dainty nose,     The shell-like ear where the jewels flash,"

"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"