I
          no! no!
    Bird in the darkness singing,
        I will not forget!
    Trill me thy tender lay again,—
    Thy song of passion and of pain;
    Set all the sweet vale ringing
        With thy canzonet.
Cling to thy...

Poet: Edward King

Sweet-breathed and young,
  The people’s daughter,
No nerves unstrung,
  Going to slaughter!

“Good morning, friends,
  You ’ll love us better,—
Make us amends:
  We ’ve burst your fetter!

“How the sun gleams!
  (Women...

Poet: Edward King