Old Albion sat on a crag of late,
And sung out—'Ahoy! ahoy!
Long life to the captain, good luck to the mate,
And this to my sailor boy
Subject given—'Light and Shade.'
She stepped upon Sicilian grass,
Demeter's daughter fresh and fair,
I took a year out of my life and story—
A dead year, and said, 'I will hew thee a tomb!
'All the kings of the nations lie in glory;'
One morning, oh! so early, my beloved, my beloved,
All the birds were singing blithely, as if never they would cease;
Haply some Rajah first in ages gone
Amid his languid ladies finger'd thee,
While a black nightingale, sun-swart as he,
Sang his one wife, love's passionate orison: