rings

And the vitriol madness flushes up in the ruffian's head,

Till the filthy by-lane rings to the yell of the trampled wife,

While chalk and alum and plaster are sold to the poor for bread,

As the radiant mouth of gold

Here that rings forth heaven.

If the golden-crested wren

All heaven rings back, sonorous with regret,

The deep dirge of the sunset: how should one

Sudden and steady the music, as eight hoofs trample and thunder,

Rings in the ear of the low blind wind of the night as we pass;

Shrill shrieks in our faces the blind bland air that was mute as a

Take wing for her and follow

Where summer song rings hollow

And flowers are put to scorn.

With wind and starry drift and moon and cloud,

And night's cry rings in straining sheet and shroud,

What help is ours if hope like yours be none?

My lady has shoved her rings over her toes.

'Tis an ancient trick every night-rider knows.

The stock-dovea, whose fair necks are graced

With nuptial rings, tliei: enfiigoa chaste.

Yet always, for eome cause uakaown,