Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night,
When the loosed storm breaks furiously?
My driftwood fire will burn so bright!
To what warm shelter canst thou fly?
I do not fear for thee, though wroth
The tempest rushes through the sky;
For are we not God's children both,
Thou, little sandpiper, and I?
CELIA THAXTER.
LADY CLARE.
Girls always love "Lady Clare" and "The Lord of Burleigh." They like to
think that it is enough to be a splendid woman without title or wealth.
They want to be loved, if they are loved at all, for their good hearts
and graces of mind. Tennyson (1809-92) makes this point repeatedly
through his poems.
It was the time when lilies blow
And clouds are highest up in air;
Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe
To give his cousin, Lady Clare.
I trow they did not part in scorn:
Lovers long-betroth'd were they:
They too will wed the morrow morn:
God's blessing on the day!
"He does not love me for my birth,
Nor for my lands so broad and fair;
He loves me for my own true worth,
And that is well," said Lady Clare.
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