SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

To spicy groves where he had won

His plumage of resplendent hue.
His native fruits, and skies, and sun5

He bade adieu.

For these he changed the smoke of turf,

A heathery land and misty sky,
And turned on rocks and raging surf

His golden eye.

But petted in our climate cold,

He lived and chattered many a day : 10

Until with age, from green and gold

His wings grew grey.

At last when blind, and seeming dumb,
He scolded, laugh'd, and spoke no more,

A Spanish stranger chanced to come
To Mullah's shore ;

He hail'd the bird in Spanish speech,
The bird in Spanish speech replied ;

Flapp'd round the cage with joyous screech,
Dropt down, and died. 20

THOMAS CAMPBELL

SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies.
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes,
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.