"His nest is hid in a clustered rose On the Prince's own roof-tree, When the Prince incomes, when the Prince outgoes, "Calls him hither or sends him there, To the Friends of the Holy Three, With a word of love L CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY J. AND C. F. CLAY, AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS. He began lightly and finished seriously this answer to Whoever said so? There is no balm i' the hyacinthine sea No song in the deep tremblings of the moon, Nor stillness in the roll of the bassoon Who ever said so? But in thy voice is balm for sick men's thought, For why? because they each in each are one- Me most, who said so. I will give one further instance of his verse, written privately and laid among his papers. He was fond of watching from his study and dressingroom windows at Addington the swallows, or rather housemartins which used to go and come in that sunny corner. In two or three of the frescoes in the Chapel he had represented a martin, settling or flying, and in 1889 he wrote these touching verses in memory of his eldest boy: The Martin. The Martins are back to cornice and eaves Fresh from the glassy sea. The Martin of Martins my soul bereaves Flying no more to me. One of them clung to the window-side, And twittered a note to me. "There's a Martin beyond or wind or tide Whom you know better than we. "His nest is hid in a clustered rose On the Prince's own roof-tree, When the Prince incomes, when the Prince outgoes, "Calls him hither or sends him there, Martin I know. And when he went home Half I remain. Ere Martinmas come Say "Thou Prince, he is wholly Thine! Yet suffer me soon, at morning shine, Sept. 16, 1889 (ADDINGTON). CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY J. AND C. F. CLAY, AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS. |
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