SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY

Singing: "Here came a mortal, 120

But faithless was she!
And alone dwell forever
The kings of the sea."

But children, at midnight,

When soft the winds blow,

When clear falls the moonlight,

When spring-tides are low ;

When sweet airs come seaward

From heaths starred with broom,

And high rocks throw mildly 130

On the blanched sands a gloom;

Up the still, glistening beaches,

Up the creeks we will hie,

Over banks of bright seaweed

The ebb-tide leaves dry. r35

We will gaze, from the sand-hills,

At the white, sleeping town;

At the church on the hill-side—

And then come back do\vn.

Singing: "There dwells a loved one, 140

But cruel is she!

She left lonely forever

The kings of the sea*"

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