Then for many a day sits Sigmund 'neath the boughs of the Branstock green, With his earls and lords about him as the Volsung wont hath been.
How green are the garths of King-folk, how fair is the lily and rose In the house of the Cloudy People, 'neath the towers of kings and foes!
Yet fear not my forgetting: I shall see thee in my dreams A mighty king of the world 'neath the boughs of the Branstock green, With thine earls and thy lords about thee as the Volsung fashion hath been.
The meadow and the mountain with desire Gazed on each other, till a fierce unrest Surged 'neath the meadow's seemingly calm breast, And all the mountain's fissures ran with fire.
That shineth with Promethean glory, then Sinks 'neath the shadow of Eternity!
No crumbling stone to whet ambition on, That 'neath the sapping of one wave of Time, Melts to the substance of oblivion.
In contrast with these ministers of heaven, That e'en beneath frail woman's purity Dims like a taper 'neath the light of day!
Out here, out here be the feast arrayed, While the birds are asleep in the greenwood shade, How sweet to sport in the flowery glade 'Neath the birches.
Three nights like a dog 'neath the sky I've lain, My couch on the hillside forced to make, With for pillow the boulder grey.
Tis the Djinns' wild streaming swarm Whistling in their tempest flight; Snap the tall yews 'neath the storm, Like a pine flame crackling bright.
As Jacob slept, or Judith, so full deep Slept Boaz 'neath the leaves.
Did in a hundred places fling A bloody feather, till one night The arrow whelmed thee 'neath the wave!
He is more present to all things He made Than anything unto itself can be; Full-foliaged boughs of Eden could not shade Afford, since God was also 'neath the tree.
Though all the learning 'neath the skies, And th' houries all of paradise, The Lord should place before my eyes, O Lord!
It was not thus in that old time When Ralph sat with me 'neath the lime To watch the sunset from the sky.
But O, her eyes A lovelier violet disclose, And her ripe lips the sweetest rose That's 'neath the skies.
But at no time did my father, Never did my aged father 50 Ever stand in such a station, In the doorway, 'neath the rafters!
Here, too, on meadows green which dewy glisten Cluster sweet violets nodding 'neath the breeze, And coronals of light With golden splendour bright Their fragile heads adorn, which seem to listen To merry birds that sing amid the trees.
Climb the hillside in the evening When the sun is sinking low-- You shall see day's radiant monarch Falling bloodstained 'neath the foe.
The wise old men at Rice Corner, and their still wiser old wives, looked at me askance, as 'neath the thorn-apple tree I built my playhouse and baked my little loaves of mud bread.
It was on the hillside, where, 'neath the shadow of a gracefully twining grapevine, lay a large, flat rock.
How many hearts were weeping For her who 'neath the willow's shade Lay sweetly, calmly sleeping.
Soft falls their chant as on the nest Beneath the sunny zone; For love that stirred it in their breast Has not aweary grown, And 'neath the city's shade can keep The well of music clear and deep.
O Friend of all the friendless 'neath the sun, Whose hand hath wiped away a thousand tears, Whose fervent lips and clear strong brain have done God's holy service, lo!
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