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Its stiff gold blazing pall From some black coffin-lid. Or, best of all, I love to think The leaving us was just a feint; Back here to London did he slink, And now works on without a wink Of sleep, and we are on the brink Of something great in fresco-paint : Some garret's ceiling, walls and floor, Up and down and o'er and o'er He splashes, as none splashed before Since great Caldara Polidore. Or Music means this land of ours Some favour yet, to pity won By Purcell from his Rosy Bowers,“Give me my so-long promised son, “ Let Waring end what I begun !” Then down he creeps and out he steals, Only when the night conceals His face; in Kent 't is cherry-time, Or hops are picking : or at prime Of March he wanders as, too happy, Years ago when he was young, Some mild eve when woods grew sappy And the early moths had sprung To life from many a trembling sheath Woven the warm boughs beneath; While small birds said to themselves What should soon be actual song, And young gnats, by tens and twelves Made as if they were the throng
That crowd around and carry aloft
Still more distinguished, like the games
“ WHEN I last saw Waring .
“ We were sailing by Triest " Where a day or two we harboured: " A sunset was in the West, " When, looking over the vessel's side, “ One of our company espied “ A sudden speck to larboard. “ And as a sea-duck flies and swims “ At once, so came the light craft up, « With its sole lateen sail that trims “ And turns (the water round its rims “Dancing, as round a sinking cup) " And by us like a fish it curled, " And drew itself up close beside, “ Its great sail on the instant furled, " And o'er its thwarts a shrill voice cried, (A neck as bronzed as a Lascar's)
* Buy wine of us, you English Brig? 6. Or fruit, tobacco and cigars ? “A pilot for you to Triest? « «Without one, look you ne'er so big,
'They 'll never let you up the bay ! 6. We natives should know best.' “I turned, and just those fellows' way,' “ Our captain said, “The 'long-shore thieves “ 'Are laughing at us in their sleeves.'
“In truth, the boy leaned laughing back ; And
one, half-hidden by his side “ Under the furled sail, soon I spied, " With great grass hat and kerchief black, “ Who looked up with his kingly throat, " Said somewhat, while the other shook “ His hair back from his eyes to look “ Their longest at us; then the boat,
I know not how, turned sharply round,
Laying her whole side on the sea “ As a leaping fish does ; from the lee “ Into the weather, cut somehow “ Her sparkling path beneath our bow, “ And so went off, as with a bound, “ Into the rosy and golden half “ O’ the sky, to overtake the sun “ And reach the shore, like the sea-calf “ Its singing cave; yet I caught one “ Glance ere away the boat quite passed, 66 And neither time nor toil could mar