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merry blue eyes Out of a young man's heart.' 'My son, you went for a holy man, Whose heart was set on high; Go sing in your psalter, and read in your books; Man's love fleets lightly by.' 'I had liever to talk with May Carleton, Than with all the saints in Heaven; I had liever to sit by May Carleton Than climb the spheres seven. 'I have watched and fasted, early and late, I have prayed to all above; But I find no cure save churchyard mould For the pain which men call love.' 'Now Heaven forefend that ill grow worse: Enough that ill be ill. I know of a spell to draw May Carleton, And bend her to your will.' 'If thou didst that which thou canst not do, Wise woman though thou be, I would run and run till I buried myself In the surge of yonder sea. 'Scathless for me are maid and wife, And scathless shall they bide. Yet charm me May Carleton's eyes from the heart That aches in my left side.' She charmed him with the white witchcraft, She charmed him with the black, But he turned his fair young face to the wall, Till she heard his heart-strings crack. 1870 'QU'EST QU'IL DIT' {330} Espion aile de la jeune amante De l'ombre des palmiers pourquoi ce cri? Laisse en paix le beau garcon plaider et vaincre-- Pourquoi, pourquoi demander 'Qu'est qu'il dit?' 'Qu'est qu'il dit?' Ce que tu dis toi-meme Chaque mois de ce printemps eternel; Ce que disent les papillons qui s'entre-baisent, Ce que dit tout bel jeun etre a toute belle. Importun! Attende quelques lustres: Quand les souvenirs 1'emmeneront ici-- Mere, grand'mere, pale, lasse, et fidele, Demande mais doucement--'Et le vieillard, Qu'est qu'il dit?' Trinidad, January 10, 1870 THE LEGEND OF LA BREA {331a} Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake, In the stately Morichal, {331b} Sat an ancient Spanish Indian, Peering through the columns tall. Watching vainly for the flashing Of the jewelled colibris; {331c} Listening vainly for their humming Round the honey-blossomed trees. 'Few,' he sighed, 'they come, and fewer, To the cocorite {331d} bowers; Murdered, madly, through the forests Which of yore were theirs--and ours By there came a negro hunter, Lithe and lusty, sleek and strong, Rolling round his sparkling eyeballs, As he loped and lounged along. Rusty firelock on his shoulder; Rusty cutlass on his thigh; Never jollier British subje
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