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You may trace | my step j o'er the wak | ening eanh, By the winds | which tell | of the vi | olets' birth, By the prim [ rose stars | in the shad | owy grass, By the green | leaves op | ening as | I pass.
In the last example the rhythm demands that there shall be no elision in called, wakening, violet, opening. The concluding specimens exhibit still greater irregularities, though in every case the flow is distinctly anapestic, and the melody runs smoothly.
I arise | from dreams | of thee,
In the first | sweet sleep | of night, When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how ?—
To thy chamber-window, sweet.
I have laid him down in the cot that each night used 1 rock,
and spread All the tender flowers I could gather about his head ; Early springtime it is, so I could only find Delicate violet-bloom that shrank from the bitter wind.
For the lawyer is born but to murder— The Saviour lives but to bless. m
And the first may be last—I have heard it in church — And the last may be first.
Tennyson. " Rizpah."