So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Loos and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-tower sprang white, 'How they'll greet us!' and all in a moment his roan With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, Then I cast my loose buff-coat, each holster let fall, peer; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is friends flocking round As I sate with his head 'twixt my knees on the And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Next came a Raven that liked not such folly: He belonged, they did say, to the witch Melan choly! Blacker was he than blackest jet, Flew low in the rain and his feathers not wet. pit was launch storm there di stand. ed on a rock, a He picked up the acorn and buried it straight By the side of a river both deep and great. He went high and low, Over hill, over dale, did the black Raven go. I can't tell half his adventures. At length he came back, and with him a she, At length he brought down the poor Raven's old His young ones were killed, for they could not depart, and round flew East ard the last shr And their mother did die of a broken heart. see! o'er the to Aght glad was Beet, And with this tree and others they made a good ship. Death riding ho e thanked him They had take Sweet. aunched; but in sight of the land ere did rise as no ship could with ■ck, and the waves rushed in fast: d flew the Raven and cawed to the t shriek of the perishing souls— he top-mast the mad water rolls! was the Raven, and off he went g home on a cloud he did meet, him again and again for this treat: Eaken his all, and revenge it was S. T. Coleridge XXX E TO THE CUCKOO eauteous stranger of the grove! messenger of spring! Heaven repairs thy rural seat, woods thy welcome sing. time the daisy decks the green, certain voice we hear; hou a star to guide thy path, mark the rolling year? tful visitant, with thee il the time of flowers, ear the sound of music sweet m birds among the bowers. The school-boy wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates the lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom Thou fliest thy vocal vale, Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year! O could I fly, I'd fly with thee! Our annual visit o'er the globe, When as he Companions of the spring. Michael Bruce. As Robin Hood in the forest stood, There he was aware of a brave young man And when he Robin asked 0,hast thou For my me |