"And all that day I read in school, But my thought was otherwhere ; As soon as the midday task was done, In secret I was there: And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, And still the corse was bare! "Then down I cast me on my face, For I knew my secret then was one "So wills the fierce avenging sprite, "O God! that horrid, horrid dream Again - again, with dizzy brain, And my red right hand grows raging hot, Like Cranmer's at the stake. "And still no peace for the restless clay Will wave or mould allow ; The horrid thing pursues my soul, The fearful boy looked up, and saw That very night, while gentle sleep Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn, Through the cold and heavy mist; And Eugene Aram walked between, With gyves upon his wrist. THE ELM-TREE: A DREAM IN THE WOODS. "And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees."- - As You Like It. PART I. WAS in a shady avenue, There came to me A sad and solemn sound, That sometimes murmured overhead, Amongst the leaves it seemed to sigh, No breeze there was to stir the leaves; |