Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night,
      When the loosed storm breaks furiously? 
    My driftwood fire will burn so bright! 
      To what warm shelter canst thou fly? 
    I do not fear for thee, though wroth
      The tempest rushes through the sky;
    For are we not God’s children both,
      Thou, little sandpiper, and I?

CELIA THAXTER.

 LADY CLARE.

Girls always love “Lady Clare” and “The Lord of Burleigh.”  They like to think that it is enough to be a splendid woman without title or wealth.  They want to be loved, if they are loved at all, for their good hearts and graces of mind.  Tennyson (1809-92) makes this point repeatedly through his poems.

    It was the time when lilies blow
      And clouds are highest up in air;
    Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe
      To give his cousin, Lady Clare.

    I trow they did not part in scorn: 
      Lovers long-betroth’d were they: 
    They too will wed the morrow morn: 
      God’s blessing on the day!

   “He does not love me for my birth,
      Nor for my lands so broad and fair;
    He loves me for my own true worth,
      And that is well,” said Lady Clare.

    In there came old Alice the nurse;
      Said:  “Who was this that went from thee?”
   “It was my cousin,” said Lady Clare;
     “To-morrow he weds with me.”

   “O God be thank’d!” said Alice the nurse,
     “That all comes round so just and fair: 
    Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands,
      And you are not the Lady Clare.”

   “Are ye out of your mind, my nurse, my nurse,”
      Said Lady Clare, “that ye speak so wild?”
   “As God’s above,” said Alice the nurse,
     “I speak the truth:  you are my child.

   “The old Earl’s daughter died at my breast;
      I speak the truth, as I live by bread! 
    I buried her like my own sweet child,
      And put my child in her stead.”

   “Falsely, falsely have ye done,
      O mother,” she said, “if this be true,
    To keep the best man under the sun
      So many years from his due.”

   “Nay now, my child,” said Alice the nurse,
     “But keep the secret for your life,
    And all you have will be Lord Ronald’s
      When you are man and wife.”

   “If I’m a beggar born,” she said,
     “I will speak out, for I dare not lie. 
    Pull off, pull off the brooch of gold,
      And fling the diamond necklace by.”

   “Nay now, my child,” said Alice the nurse,
     “But keep the secret all ye can.” 
    She said:  “Not so:  but I will know
      If there be any faith in man.”

   “Nay now, what faith?” said Alice the nurse,
     “The man will cleave unto his right,”
   “And he shall have it,” the lady replied,
     “Tho’ I should die to-night.”