Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II.

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Title: Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume II.
Author: Jean Ingelow
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POEMS BY JEAN INGELOW
VOLUME II.
_TO JEAN INGELOW.
When youth was high, and life was new
And days sped musical and
fleet,
She stood amid the morning dew,
And sang her earliest
measures sweet,--
Sang as the lark sings, speeding fair
To touch and
taste the purer air,
To gain a nearer view of Heaven;
'Twas then she

sang "The Songs of Seven."
Now, farther on in womanhood,
With trainèd voice and ripened art,

She gently stands where once she stood,
And sings from out her
deeper heart.
Sing on, dear Singer! sing again;
And we will listen to
the strain,
Till soaring earth greets bending Heaven,
And seven-fold
songs grow seventy-seven.
SUSAN COOLIDGE_
POEMS
BY
JEAN INGELOW
IN TWO VOLUMES
VOL. II.
BOSTON
ROBERTS BROTHERS
1896
AUTHOR'S COMPLETE EDITION.
CONTENTS OF VOL. II.
ROSAMUND
ECHO AND THE FERRY
PRELUDES TO A
PENNY READING
KISMET
DORA
SPERANZA
THE
BEGINNING
IN THE NURSERY
THE AUSTRALIAN
BELL-BIRD
LOSS AND WASTE
ON A PICTURE
THE
SLEEP OF SIGISMUND
A MAID-MARTYR
A
VINE-ARBOUR IN THE FAR WEST
LOVERS AT THE LAKE
SIDE
THE WHITE MOON
AN ARROW-SLIT


WENDOVER
THE LOVER PLEADS
SONG IN THREE
PARTS
'IF I FORGET THEE, O JERUSALEM'
NATURE,
FOR NATURE'S SAKE
PERDITA
SERIOUS POEMS, AND SONGS AND POEMS OF LOVE AND
CHILDHOOD.
LETTERS ON LIFE AND THE MORNING
THE MONITIONS
OF THE UNSEEN
THE SHEPHERD LADY
POEMS ON THE DEATHS OF THREE CHILDREN.
HENRY

SAMUEL
KATIE
THE SNOWDROP MONUMENT (IN LICHFIELD
CATHEDRAL)
HYMNS.
THE MEASURELESS GULFS OF AIR ARE FULL
OF THEE
THOU WERT FAR OFF AND IN THE SIGHT OF
HEAVEN
THICK ORCHARDS ALL IN WHITE
SWEET
ARE HIS WAYS WHO RULES ABOVE
O NIGHT OF NIGHTS

DEAR IS THE LOST WIFE TO A LONE MAN'S HEART

WEEPING AND WAILING NEEDS MUST BE
JESUS, THE
LAMB OF GOD
THOU HAST BEEN ALWAY GOOD TO ME

THOU THAT SLEEPEST NOT AFRAID
NOW WINTER
PAST, THE WHITE-THORN BOWER
SUCH AS HAVE NOT
GOLD TO BRING THEE
A MORN OF GUILT, AN HOUR OF
DOOM
MARY OF MAGDALA
WOULD I, TO SAVE MY
DEAR CHILD?
AT ONE AGAIN
SONNETS.
FANCY
COMPENSATION
LOOKING DOWN

WORK
WISHING
TO ----
ON THE BORDERS OF
CANNOCK CHASE
AN ANCIENT CHESS KING

COMFORT IN THE NIGHT
THOUGH ALL GREAT DEEDS



A SNOW MOUNTAIN
SLEEP
PROMISING
LOVE

FAILURE
A BIRTHDAY WALK
NOT IN VAIN I WAITED
A
GLEANING SONG
WITH A DIAMOND
MARRIED
LOVERS
A WINTER SONG
BINDING SHEAVES
THE
MARINER'S CAVE
A REVERIE
DEFTON WOOD
THE
LONG WHITE SEAM
AN OLD WIFE'S SONG
COLD AND
QUIET
SLEDGE BELLS
MIDSUMMER NIGHT, NOT
DARK, NOT LIGHT
THE BRIDEGROOM TO HIS BRIDE

THE FAIRY WOMAN'S SONG
ABOVE THE CLOUDS

SLEEP AND TIME
BEES AND
OTHER-FELLOW-CREATURES
THE GYPSY'S SELLING
SONG
A WOOING SONG
A COURTING SONG
LOVE'S
THREAD OF GOLD
THE LEAVES OF LIGN ALOES
THE
DAYS WITHOUT ALLOY
FEATHERS AND MOSS
ON THE
ROCKS BY ABERDEEN
LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT

SONG FOR A BABE
GIVE US LOVE AND GIVE US PEACE
THE TWO MARGARETS
MARGARET BY THE MERE SIDE

MARGARET IN THE XEBEC
A STORY OF DOOM
POEMS
ROSAMUND.
His blew His winds, and they were scattered.
'One soweth and another reapeth.'
Ay,
Too true, too true. One soweth--unaware

Cometh a reaper
stealthily while he dreams--
Bindeth the golden sheaf, and in his
bosom
As 't were between the dewfall and the dawn
Bears it away.

Who other was to blame?
Is it I? Is it I?--No verily, not I,
'T was a
good action, and I smart therefore;
Oblivion of a righteous enmity

Wrought me this wrong. I pay with my self ruth
That I had ruth
toward mine enemy;
It needed not to slay mine enemy,
Only to let
him lie and succourless
Drift to the foot o' the Everlasting Throne;

Being mine enemy, he had not accused
One of my nation there of
unkind deeds
Or ought the way of war forbids.
Let be!
I will not think upon it. Yet she was--
O, she was dear; my
dutiful, dear child.
One soweth--Nay, but I will tell this out,
The
first fyte was the best, I call it such
For now as some old song men
think on it.
I dwell where England narrows running north;
And while our hay
was cut came rumours up
Humming and swarming round our heads
like bees:
'Drake from the bay of Cadiz hath come home,
And they are forth,
the Spaniards with a force
Invincible.'
'The Prince of Parma, couched
At Dunkirk, e'en by torchlight makes
to toil
His shipwright thousands--thousands in the ports
Of Flanders
and Brabant. An hundred hendes
Transports to his great squadron
adding, all
For our confusion.'
'England's great ally
Henry of France, by insurrection fallen,
Of him
the said Prince Parma mocking cries,
He shall not help the Queen of
England now
Not even with his tears, more needing them
To weep
his own misfortune.'
Was that all
The truth? Not