LA.LEH AM REVISITED, APRIL 15rx, 1893.
ONCE more at Laleham, 'mid the graves I stood, The day that Arnold died, And watch'd the ripples sweep the gleaming flood, By his loy'd river-side.
The river that the radiance of his rhyme Lights as it glides along,
That misses in the music of the time
His sad and lofty song.
WP, too, we miss the pensive strength and clear, The gracious, grave disdain,
he princely sweetness, the pathetic cheer, Felt in no living strain.
We need the pungent raillery light and wise, Ironic archery gay, To help to kill the crude and hollow cries, That vex our life to-day.
From the flash'd West still streams of splendour fair Stole thro' the churchyard gloom, A. crowd of mellow minstrels caroll'd there O'er the bird-lover's tomb The lark's chant high above the meadows shook, Pea.l'd throstle's parting lay, As I the pathway to the ferry took, Beside the river gray : And all the region of the sunset round Was melody and flee, A light as lucid as his soul, a sound Soft like his stately lyre. JOSEPFI TRAIJUAN,
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