Around and around A sight to delight in, Confounding, astounding, Dizzing and deafening the ear with its sound. Reeding and speeding And shocking and rocking And darting and parting And threading and spreading And shining and twining And rattling and battling And dropping and hopping And thundering and floundering; And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling And grumbling and rumbling and tumbling And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming And thumping and flumping and bumping and jumping SOUTHEY. XLIII THE SONG OF THE BRAVE MAN. High sounds the song of the valiant man, The thaw-wind came from the southern sea And the clouds before it away did flee, Like frightened herds, when the wolf they see. It sweeps the fields, through the forest breaks, And the ice bursts away on streams and lakes. On mountain-top dissolved the snow; The falls with a thousand waters dashed; A lake did o'erflow the meadow low, And the mighty river swelled and splashed. Along their channel the waves rolled high, And heavily rolled the ice-cakes by. On heavy piers and arches strong, Below and above of massive stone, There dwelt the tollman, with child and wife ; And it groaned and droned, and around the house Howled storm and wind with a dismal sound; And the tollman aloof sprang forth on the roof, And gazed on the tumult around: "O merciful Heaven! thy mercy show! Lost, lost, and forlorn! who shall rescue me now?" Thump! thump! the heavy ice-cakes rolled, And piled on either shore they lay ; The trembling tollman, with wife and child, Thump! thump! the heavy ice-cakes rolled, All rent and dashed, the stone piers crashed, High on the distant bank there stands A crowd of peasants great and small; Swift galloped a count forth from the crowd, It is a purse stuffed full of gold. "Two hundred pistoles to him who shall save Those poor folks from death and a watery grave!' Who is the brave man? Is it the count? Say on, my noble song, say on! By Him who can save! the count was brave, O brave man! brave man! say, where art thou? And ever higher swelled the flood, And ever louder roared the blast, And ever deeper sank the heart of the keeper ;- And as pier after pier gave way in the swell, "Halloo! halloo ! to the rescue speed! Aloft the count his purse doth wave; And each one hears, and each one fears; From thousands none steps forth to save. In vain doth the tollman, with wife and child, For rescue howl through the storm-winds wild. See, stout and strong, a peasant man, With staff in hand, comes wandering by, A kirtle of gray his limbs array; In form and feature, stern and high, |