POEMS OLD AND NEW

The young light-hearted masters of the waves—-
And snatch'd his rudder, and shook out more

sail ;

And day and night held on indignantly
O5er the blue Midland waters with the gale,
Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily,

To where the Atlantic raves
Outside the western straits ; and unbent sails
There, where down cloudy cliflfs, through sheets

of foam.

Shy traffickers, the dark Iberians come ;
And on the beach undid his corded bales. 10

MATTHEW ARNOLD

ITYLUS

SWALLOW, my sister, O sister swallow,
How can thine heart be full of the spring ?
A thousand summers are over and dead.
What hast thou found in the spring to follow ?
What hast thou found in thine heart to sing ?
What wilt thou do when the summer is
shed?

O swallow, sister, O fair swift swallow,
Why wilt thou fly after spring to the south,
The soft south whither thine heart is set ?
Shall not the grief of the old time follow ? ao
Shall not the song thereof cleave to thy mouth ?
Hast thou forgotten ere I forget ?
Sister, my sister, O fleet sweet swallow,
Thy way is long to the sun and the south ;
But I, fulfilled of my heart's desire,
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