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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: A Voice on the Wind + and Other Poems + +Author: Madison Julius Cawein + +Release Date: October 6, 2010 [EBook #33940] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A VOICE ON THE WIND *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Dianne Nolan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + +<div class="notes"><h3>Transcriber's Notes</h3><p>List of Poems did not appear in original book. Original spellings + and punctuation have been retained. Typographical error marked with mouse-hover pop-up.</p></div> + +<h3>LIST OF POEMS</h3> +<p class="center"> +<a href="#PROEM"><b>PROEM.</b></a><br /> +<a href="#A_VOICE_ON_THE_WIND"><b>A VOICE ON THE WIND</b></a><br /> +<a href="#THE_LAND_OF_HEARTS_MADE_WHOLE"><b>THE LAND OF HEARTS MADE WHOLE</b></a><br /> +<a href="#THE_WIND_OF_WINTER"><b>THE WIND OF WINTER</b></a><br /> +<a href="#THE_WIND_OF_SUMMER"><b>THE WIND OF SUMMER</b></a><br /> +<a href="#THE_SPIRIT_OF_THE_FOREST_SPRING"><b>THE SPIRIT OF THE FOREST SPRING</b></a><br /> +<a href="#TO_THE_LEAF-CRICKET"><b>TO THE LEAF-CRICKET</b></a><br /> +<a href="#THE_OWLET"><b>THE OWLET</b></a><br /> +<a href="#VINE_AND_SYCAMORE"><b>VINE AND SYCAMORE</b></a><br /> +<a href="#THE_POET"><b>THE POET</b></a><br /> +<a href="#EVENING_ON_THE_FARM"><b>EVENING ON THE FARM</b></a><br /> +<a href="#THE_BROOK"><b>THE BROOK</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SUMMER_NOONTIDE"><b>SUMMER NOONTIDE</b></a><br /> +<a href="#HEAT"><b>HEAT</b></a><br /> +<a href="#JULY"><b>JULY</b></a><br /> +<a href="#TO_THE_LOCUST"><b>TO THE LOCUST</b></a><br /> +<a href="#YOUNG_SEPTEMBER"><b>YOUNG SEPTEMBER</b></a><br /> +<a href="#UNDER_THE_HUNTERS_MOON"><b>UNDER THE HUNTER'S MOON</b></a><br /> +<a href="#RAIN_IN_THE_WOODS"><b>RAIN IN THE WOODS</b></a><br /> +<a href="#IN_THE_LANE"><b>IN THE LANE</b></a><br /> +<a href="#A_FOREST_IDYL"><b>A FOREST IDYL</b></a><br /> +<a href="#UNDER_THE_ROSE"><b>UNDER THE ROSE</b></a><br /> +<a href="#IN_AUTUMN"><b>IN AUTUMN</b></a><br /> +<a href="#EPIPHANY"><b>EPIPHANY</b></a><br /> +<a href="#LIFE"><b>LIFE</b></a><br /> +<a href="#NEVER"><b>NEVER</b></a><br /> +<a href="#MEETING_IN_THE_WOODS"><b>MEETING IN THE WOODS</b></a><br /> +<a href="#A_MAID_WHO_DIED_OLD"><b>A MAID WHO DIED OLD</b></a><br /> +<a href="#COMMUNICANTS"><b>COMMUNICANTS</b></a><br /> +<a href="#THE_DEAD_DAY"><b>THE DEAD DAY</b></a><br /> +<a href="#KNIGHT-ERRANT"><b>KNIGHT-ERRANT</b></a><br /> +<a href="#THE_END_OF_SUMMER"><b>THE END OF SUMMER</b></a><br /> +<a href="#LIGHT_AND_WIND"><b>LIGHT AND WIND</b></a><br /> +<a href="#SUPERSTITION"><b>SUPERSTITION</b></a><br /> +<a href="#UNCALLED"><b>UNCALLED</b></a><br /> +<a href="#LOVE_DESPISED"><b>LOVE DESPISED</b></a><br /> +<a href="#THE_DEATH_OF_LOVE"><b>THE DEATH OF LOVE</b></a><br /> +<a href="#GERALDINE_GERALDINE"><b>GERALDINE, GERALDINE</b></a><br /> +<a href="#ALLUREMENT"><b>ALLUREMENT</b></a><br /> +<a href="#BLACK_VESPERS_PAGEANTS"><b>BLACK VESPER'S PAGEANTS.</b></a><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + + + + +<h1>A Voice on the Wind</h1> + + +<h3><span class="smcap">And Other Poems</span></h3> + +<h3>by</h3> +<h2>Madison Cawein</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 306px;"> +<img src="images/dectriangle.png" width="306" height="194" alt="decorative triangle" title="" /> +</div> + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="center">Louisville</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">John P. Morton & Company, Publishers</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">1902</td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4><span class="smcap">Copyrighted 1902, by Madison Cawein</span></h4> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h5>For permission to reprint several of the poems included in this +volume thanks are due to the <i>Atlantic Monthly</i>,<br /> +<i>Harper's Magazine</i>, <i>The Century Magazine</i>, <i>Smart Set</i>, +<i>Saturday Evening Post</i>, and <i>Lippincott's Magazine</i>.</h5> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + + + +<h3>INSCRIBED</h3> + +<h4>TO</h4> + +<h2>EDMUND GOSSE<br /></h2> + +<h5>AS A SLIGHT TOKEN OF APPRECIATION AND ESTEEM<br /></h5> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PROEM" id="PROEM"></a>PROEM.</h2> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 smcap">Oh, for a soul that fulfills<br /></span> +<span class="i1 smcap">Music like that of a bird!<br /></span> +<span class="i0 smcap">Thrilling with rapture the hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i1 smcap">Heedless if any one heard.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 smcap">Or, like the flower that blooms<br /></span> +<span class="i1 smcap">Lone in the midst of the trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 smcap">Filling the woods with perfumes,<br /></span> +<span class="i1 smcap">Careless if any one sees.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 smcap">Or, like the wandering wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i1 smcap">Over the meadows that swings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0 smcap">Bringing wild sweets to mankind,<br /></span> +<span class="i1 smcap">Knowing not that which it brings.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0 smcap">Oh, for a way to impart<br /></span> +<span class="i1 smcap">Beauty, no matter how hard!<br /></span> +<span class="i0 smcap">Like unto nature, whose art<br /></span> +<span class="i1 smcap">Never once dreams of reward.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span> +<h1>A Voice on the Wind</h1> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 144px;"> +<img src="images/fleurdelis.png" width="144" height="84" alt="fleur-de-lis" title="" /> +</div> + + +<h2><a name="A_VOICE_ON_THE_WIND" id="A_VOICE_ON_THE_WIND"></a>A VOICE ON THE WIND</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She walks with the wind on the windy height<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the rocks are loud and the waves are white,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all night long she calls through the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her bleak gown, torn as a tattered cloud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tosses around her like a shroud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While over the deep her voice rings loud,—<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home, come home!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who is she who wanders alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the wind drives sheer and the rain is blown?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who walks all night and makes her moan,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose face is raised to the blinding gale;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose hair blows black and whose eyes are pale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While over the world is heard her wail,—<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home, come home!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She walks with the wind in the windy wood;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sad rain drips from her hair and hood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her cry sobs by, like a ghost pursued,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Where the trees are gaunt and the rocks are drear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The owl and the fox crouch down in fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While wild through the wood her voice they hear,—<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home, come home!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who is she who shudders by<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the boughs blow bare and the dead leaves fly?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who walks all night with her wailing cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who, strange of look, and wild of tongue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With pale feet wounded and hands wan-wrung,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweeps on and on with her cry, far-flung,—<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home, come home!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis the Spirit of Autumn, no man sees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mother of Death and Mysteries,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who cries on the wind all night to these,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Spirit of Autumn, pierced with pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Calling her children home again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Death and Dreams, through ruin and rain,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">"O, my children, come home, come home!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">O, my children, come home!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> +<h2><a name="THE_LAND_OF_HEARTS_MADE_WHOLE" id="THE_LAND_OF_HEARTS_MADE_WHOLE"></a>THE LAND OF HEARTS MADE WHOLE</h2> + + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Do you know the way that goes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over fields of rue and rose,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Warm of scent and hot of hue,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Roofed with heaven's bluest blue,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the Vale of Dreams Come True?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Do you know the path that twines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Banked with elder-bosks and vines,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Under boughs that shade a stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hurrying, crystal as a gleam,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the Hills of Love a-Dream?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tell me, tell me, have you gone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the fields and woods of dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Meadowlands and trees that roll,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Great of grass and huge of bole,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the Land of Hearts Made Whole?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On the way, among the fields,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poppies lift vermilion shields,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In whose hearts the golden Noon,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Murmuring her drowsy tune,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Rocks the sleepy bees that croon.<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On the way, amid the woods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mandrakes muster multitudes,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Mid whose blossoms, white as tusk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Glides the glimmering Forest-Dusk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With her fluttering moths of musk.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here you hear the stealthy stir<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of shy lives of hoof and fur;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Harmless things that hide and peer,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hearts that sucked the milk of fear—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fox and rabbit, squirrel and deer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here you see the mossy flight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of faint forms that love the night—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whippoorwill- and owlet-things,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whose far call before you brings<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wonder-worlds of happenings.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now in sunlight, now in shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Water, like a brandished blade,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Foaming forward, wild of flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Startles then arrests the sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Whirling steely loops of light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thro' the tree-tops, down the vale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breezes pass and leave a trail<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of cool music that the birds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Following in happy herds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gather up in twittering words.<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Blossoms, frail and manifold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strew the way with pearl and gold;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Blurs, that seem the darling print<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the Springtime's feet, or glint<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of her twinkling gown's torn tint.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There the myths of old endure:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dreams that are the world-soul's cure;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Things that have no place or play<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the facts of Everyday<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Round your presence smile and sway.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Suddenly your eyes may see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stepping softly from her tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Slim of form and wet with dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The brown dryad; lips the hue<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of a berry bit into.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You may mark the naiad rise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From her pool's reflected skies;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In her gaze the heaven that dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Starred, in twilight-haunted streams,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mixed with water's grayer gleams.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You may see the laurel's girth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Big of bloom, give fragrant birth<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To the oread whose hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Musk and darkness, light and air,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fills the hush with wonder there.<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You may mark the rocks divide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the faun before you glide,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Piping on a magic reed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sowing many a music seed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From which bloom and mushroom bead.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of the rain and sunlight born,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Young of beard and young of horn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">You may see the satyr lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a very knowing eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Teaching youngling birds to fly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">These shall cheer and follow you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the Vale of Dreams Come True;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wind-like voices, leaf-like feet;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Forms of mist and hazy heat,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In whose pulses sunbeams beat.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lo! you tread enchanted ground!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the hollows all around<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Elf and spirit, gnome and fay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Guide your feet along the way<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till the dewy close of day.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then beside you, jet on jet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Emerald-hued or violet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Flickering swings a firefly light,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Aye to guide your steps a-right<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the valley to the height.<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Steep the way is; when at last<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vale and wood and stream are passed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the heights you shall behold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Panther heavens of spotted gold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Tiger-tawny deeps unfold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You shall see on stocks and stones<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sunset's bell-deep color tones<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fallen; and the valleys filled<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With dusk's purple music, spilled<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On the silence rapture-thrilled.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then, as answering bell greets bell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Night ring in her miracle<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the doméd dark, o'er-rolled,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Note on note, with starlight cold,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Twixt the moon's broad peal of gold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On the hill-top Love-a-Dream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shows you then her window-gleam;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Brings you home and folds your soul<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the peace of vale and knoll,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the Land of Hearts Made Whole.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +<h2><a name="THE_WIND_OF_WINTER" id="THE_WIND_OF_WINTER"></a>THE WIND OF WINTER</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Winter Wind, the wind of death,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Who knocked upon my door,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now through the key-hole entereth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Invisible and hoar;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He breathes around his icy breath<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And treads the flickering floor.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I heard him, wandering in the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Tap at my window pane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With ghostly fingers, snowy white,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I heard him tug in vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until the shuddering candle-light<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With fear did cringe and strain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The fire, awakened by his voice,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Leapt up with frantic arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like some wild babe that greets with noise<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Its father home who storms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With rosy gestures that rejoice<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And crimson kiss that warms.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now in the hearth he sits and, drowned<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Among the ashes, blows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or through the room goes stealing 'round<br /></span> +<span class="i1">On cautious-stepping toes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep mantled in the drowsy sound<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of night that sleets and snows.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And oft, like some thin fairy-thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The stormy hush amid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hear his captive trebles ring<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Beneath the kettle's lid;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or now a harp of elfland string<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In some dark cranny hid.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Again I hear him, imp-like, whine<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Cramped in the gusty flue;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or knotted in the resinous pine<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Raise goblin cry and hue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While through the smoke his eyeballs shine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A sooty red and blue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">At last I hear him, nearing dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Take up his roaring broom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sweep wild leaves from wood and lawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And from the heavens the gloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To show the gaunt world lying wan,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And morn's cold rose a-bloom.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +<h2><a name="THE_WIND_OF_SUMMER" id="THE_WIND_OF_SUMMER"></a>THE WIND OF SUMMER</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From the hills and far away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the long, warm summer day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Comes the wind and seems to say:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come, oh, come! and let us go<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the meadows bend and blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waving with the white-tops' snow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'Neath the hyssop-colored sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Mid the meadows we will lie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Watching the white clouds roll by;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"While your hair my hands shall press<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a cooling tenderness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till your grief grows less and less.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come, oh, come! and let us roam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the rock-cut waters comb<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flowing crystal into foam.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Under trees whose trunks are brown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the banks that violets crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We will watch the fish flash down;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"While your ear my voice shall soothe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a whisper soft and smooth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till your care shall wax uncouth.<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Come! where forests, line on line,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Armies of the oak and pine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scale the hills and shout and shine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"We will wander, hand in hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ways where tall the toadstools stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mile-stones white of Fairyland.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"While your eyes my lips shall kiss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dewy as a wild rose is,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they gaze on naught but bliss.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"On the meadows you will hear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaning low your spirit ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cautious footsteps drawing near.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You will deem it but a bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Murmuring soft and sleepily,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till your inner sight shall see<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'Tis a presence passing slow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All its shining hair ablow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the white-tops' tossing snow.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"By the waters, if you will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And your inmost soul be still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Melody your ears shall fill.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You will deem it but the stream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rippling onward in a dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till upon your gaze shall gleam<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Arm of spray and throat of foam—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis a spirit there aroam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the radiant waters comb.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"In the forest, if you heed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You shall hear a magic reed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sow sweet notes like silver seed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"You will deem your ears have heard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stir of tree or song of bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till your startled eyes are blurred<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"By a vision, instant seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naked gold and beryl green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glimmering bright the boughs between.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Follow me! and you shall see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wonder-worlds of mystery<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That are only known to me!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus outside my city door<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Speaks the Wind its wildwood lore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Speaks and lo! I go once more.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> + +<h2><a name="THE_SPIRIT_OF_THE_FOREST_SPRING" id="THE_SPIRIT_OF_THE_FOREST_SPRING"></a>THE SPIRIT OF THE FOREST SPRING</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Over the rocks she trails her locks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her mossy locks that drip, drip, drip;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her sparkling eyes smile at the skies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In friendship-wise and fellowship;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While the gleam and glance of her countenance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lull into trance the woodland places,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As over the rocks she trails her locks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her dripping locks that the long fern graces.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She pours clear ooze from her heart's cool cruse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its crystal cruse that drips, drips, drips;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the day its diamond spray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is heard to play from her finger-tips;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the slight soft sound makes haunted ground<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the woods around that the sunlight laces,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As she pours clear ooze from her heart's cool cruse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its dripping cruse that no man traces.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She swims and swims with glimmering limbs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With lucid limbs that drip, drip, drip;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where beechen boughs build a leafy house<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For her form to drowse or her feet to trip;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the liquid beat of her rippling feet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes three-times sweet the forest mazes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As she swims and swims with glimmering limbs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With dripping limbs through the twilight's hazes.<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then wrapped in deeps of the wild she sleeps,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She whispering sleeps and drips, drips, drips;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where moon and mist wreathe neck and wrist,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While, starry-whist, through the night she slips;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the heavenly dream of her soul makes gleam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The falls that stream and the foam that races,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As wrapped in deeps of the wild she sleeps,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She dripping sleeps or starward gazes.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> + +<h2><a name="TO_THE_LEAF-CRICKET" id="TO_THE_LEAF-CRICKET"></a>TO THE LEAF-CRICKET</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<h4>I</h4> + +<span class="i6">Small twilight singer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of dew and mist: thou ghost-gray, gossamer winger<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Of dusk's dim glimmer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How cool thy note sounds; how thy wings of shimmer<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Vibrate, soft-sighing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Meseems, for Summer that is dead or dying.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">I stand and listen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at thy song the garden-beds, that glisten<br /></span> +<span class="i6">With rose and lily,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seem touched with sadness; and the tuberose chilly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathing around its cold and colorless breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fills the pale evening with wan hints of death.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<h4>II</h4> + + +<span class="i6">I see thee quaintly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the leaf; thy shell-shaped winglets faintly—<br /></span> +<span class="i6">As thin as spangle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of cobwebbed rain—held up at airy angle;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">I hear thy tinkle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy fairy notes, the silvery stillness sprinkle;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Investing wholly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The moonlight with divinest melancholy:<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Until, in seeming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I see the Spirit of the Summer dreaming<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid her ripened orchards, apple-strewn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her great, grave eyes fixed on the harvest-moon.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<h4>III</h4> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> + +<span class="i6">As dew-drops beady,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As mist minute, thy notes ring low and reedy:<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The vaguest vapor<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of melody, now near; now, like some taper<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Of sound, far fading—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou will-o'-wisp of music aye evading.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Among the bowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fog-washed stalks of Autumn's weeds and flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">By hill and hollow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I hear thy murmur and in vain I follow—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou jack-o'-lantern voice, thou elfin cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou dirge, that tellest Beauty she must die.<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<h4>IV</h4> + + +<span class="i6">And when the frantic<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wild winds of Autumn with the dead leaves antic;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">And walnuts scatter<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mire of lanes; and dropping acorns patter<br /></span> +<span class="i6">In grove and forest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like some frail grief, with the rude blast thou warrest,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Sending thy slender<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far cry against the gale, that, rough, untender,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Untouched of sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweeps thee aside, where, haply, I to-morrow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall find thee lying, tiny, cold and crushed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy weak wings folded and thy music hushed.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +<h2><a name="THE_OWLET" id="THE_OWLET"></a>THE OWLET</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<h4>I</h4> + +<span class="i0">When dusk is drowned in drowsy dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And slow the hues of sunset die;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When firefly and moth go by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in still streams the new-moon gleams,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A sickle in the sky;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then from the hills there comes a cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The owlet's cry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A shivering voice that sobs and screams,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That, frightened, screams:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i3">"Who is it, who is it, who?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Who rides through the dusk and dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">With a pair o' horns,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">As thin as thorns,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And face a bubble blue?<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Who, who, who!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Who is it, who is it, who?"<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<h4>II</h4> + +<span class="i0">When night has dulled the lily's white,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And opened wide the primrose eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When pale mists rise and veil the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And 'round the height in whispering flight<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The night-wind sounds and sighs;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then in the woods again it cries,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The owlet cries;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A shivering voice that calls in fright,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In maundering fright:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +<span class="i3">"Who is it, who is it, who?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Who walks with a shuffling shoe,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">'Mid the gusty trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">With a face none sees,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And a form as ghostly too?<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Who, who, who!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Who is it, who is it, who?"<br /></span> +</div> + +<div class="stanza"> +<h4>III</h4> + +<span class="i0">When midnight leans a listening ear<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tinkles on her insect lutes;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When 'mid the roots the cricket flutes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And marsh and mere, now far, now near,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A jack-o'-lantern foots;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Then o'er the pool again it hoots,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">The owlet hoots;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A voice that shivers as with fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That cries in fear:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i3">"Who is it, who is it, who?<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Who creeps with his glow-worm crew<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Above the mire<br /></span> +<span class="i5">With a corpse-light fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">As only dead men do?<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Who, who, who!<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Who is it, who is it, who?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> +<h2><a name="VINE_AND_SYCAMORE" id="VINE_AND_SYCAMORE"></a>VINE AND SYCAMORE</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<h4>I</h4> + +<span class="i0">Here where a tree and its wild liana,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Leaning over the streamlet, grow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Once a nymph, like the moon'd Diana,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sat in the ages long ago.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sat with a mortal with whom she had mated,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sat and laughed with a mortal youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere he of the forest, the god who hated,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Saw and changed to a form uncouth....<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<h4>II</h4> + +<span class="i0">Once in the woods she had heard a shepherd,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Heard a reed in a golden glade;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Followed, and clad in the skin of a leopard,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Found him fluting within the shade.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Found him sitting with bare brown shoulder,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Lithe and strong as a sapling oak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leaning over a mossy boulder,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Love in her wildwood heart awoke.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<h4>III</h4> + +<span class="i0">White she was as a dogwood flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Pinkly white as a wild-crab bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweetly white as a hawtree bower<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Full of dew and the May's perfume.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He who saw her above him burning,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Beautiful, naked, in light arrayed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deemed her Diana, and from her turning,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Leapt to his feet and fled afraid.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> + +<h4>IV</h4> + +<span class="i0">Far she followed and called and pleaded,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Ever he fled with never a look;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fled, till he came to this spot, deep-reeded,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Came to the bank of this forest brook.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here for a moment he stopped and listened,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Heard in her voice her heart's despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saw in her eyes the love that glistened,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sank on her bosom and rested there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<h4>V</h4> + +<span class="i0">Close to her beauty she strained and pressed him,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Held and bound him with kiss on kiss;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soft with her arms and her lips caressed him,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sweeter of touch than a blossom is.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spoke to his heart, and with sweet persuasion<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Mastered his soul till its fear was flown;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spoke to his soul till its mortal evasion<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Vanished, and body and soul were her own.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<h4>VI</h4> + +<span class="i0">Many a day had they met and mated,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Many a day by this woodland brook,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When he of the forest, the god who hated,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Came on their love and changed with a look.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There on the shore, while they joyed and jested,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">He in the shadows, unseen, espied<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her, like the goddess Diana breasted,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Him, like Endymion by her side.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> + +<h4>VII</h4> + +<span class="i0">Lo! at a word, at a sign, their folded<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Limbs and bodies assumed new form,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hers to the shape of a tree were molded,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">His to a vine with surrounding arm....<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So they stand with their limbs enlacing,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Nymph and mortal, upon this shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He forever a vine embracing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Her a silvery sycamore.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_POET" id="THE_POET"></a>THE POET</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He stands above all worldly schism,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, gazing over life's abysm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beholds within the starry range<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of heaven laws of death and change,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That, through his soul's prophetic prism,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are turned to rainbows wild and strange.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through nature is his hope made surer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that ideal, his allurer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By whom his life is upward drawn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To mount pale pinnacles of dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Mid which all that is fairer, purer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of love and lore it comes upon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">An alkahest, that makes gold metal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of dross, his mind is—where one petal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of one wild-rose will all outweigh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The piled-up facts of everyday—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where commonplaces, there that settle,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are changed to things of heavenly ray.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He climbs by steps of stars and flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Companioned of the dreaming hours,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sets his feet in pastures where<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No merely mortal feet may fare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And higher than the stars he towers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though lowlier than the flowers there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +<span class="i0">His comrades are his own high fancies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thoughts in which his soul romances;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every part of heaven or earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He visits, lo, assumes new worth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And touched with loftier traits and trances<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Re-shines as with a lovelier birth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He is the play, likewise the player;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The word that's said, also the sayer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the books of heart and head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no thing he has not read;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of time and tears he is the weigher,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mouthpiece 'twixt the quick and dead.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He dies: but, mounting ever higher,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wings Phœnix-like from out his pyre<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above our mortal day and night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clothed on with sempiternal light;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And raimented in thought's far fire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flames on in everlasting flight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Unseen, yet seen, on heights of visions,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above all praise and world derisions,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His spirit and his deathless brood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of dreams fare on, a multitude,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While on the pillar of great missions<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His name and place are granite-hewed.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="EVENING_ON_THE_FARM" id="EVENING_ON_THE_FARM"></a>EVENING ON THE FARM</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From out the hills, where twilight stands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above the shadowy pasture lands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With strained and strident cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath pale skies that sunset bands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bull-bats fly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A cloud hangs over, strange of shape,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, colored like the half-ripe grape,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seems some uneven stain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On heaven's azure, thin as crape,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And blue as rain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">By ways, that sunset's sardonyx<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'erflares, and gates the farmboy clicks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through which the cattle came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mullein stalks seem giant wicks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of downy flame.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From woods no glimmer enters in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above the streams that wandering win<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From out the violet hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those haunters of the dusk begin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The whippoorwills.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">Adown the dark the firefly marks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its flight in golden-emerald sparks;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, loosened from his chain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shaggy watchdog bounds and barks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And barks again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Each breeze brings scents of hill-heaped hay;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now an owlet, far away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cries twice or thrice, "Twohoo;"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cool dim moths of mottled gray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flit through the dew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The silence sounds its frog-bassoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where on the woodland creek's lagoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pale as a ghostly girl<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lost 'mid the trees, looks down the moon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With face of pearl.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Within the shed where logs, late hewed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smell forest-sweet, and chips of wood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make blurs of white and brown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The brood-hen cuddles her warm brood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of teetering down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The clattering guineas in the tree<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Din for a time; and quietly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The henhouse, near the fence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleeps, save for some brief rivalry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of cocks and hens.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">A cow-bell tinkles by the rails,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, streaming white in foaming pails,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Milk makes an uddery sound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While overhead the black bat trails<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around and 'round.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The night is still. The slow cows chew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A drowsy cud. The bird that flew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sang is in its nest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is the time of falling dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of dreams and rest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The brown bees sleep; and 'round the walk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The garden path, from stalk to stalk<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bungling beetle booms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where two soft shadows stand and talk<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among the blooms.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The stars are thick: the light is dead<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That dyed the West: and Drowsyhead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tuning his cricket-pipe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nods, and some apple, round and red,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drops over ripe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now down the road, that shambles by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A window, shining like an eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through climbing rose and gourd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shows where Toil sups and these things lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His heart and hoard.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_BROOK" id="THE_BROOK"></a>THE BROOK</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To it the forest tells<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mystery that haunts its heart and folds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its form in cogitation deep, that holds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The shadow of each myth that dwells<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In nature—be it Nymph or Fay or Faun—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whispering of them to the dales and dells,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It wanders on and on.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To it the heaven shows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The secret of its soul; true images<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of dreams that form its aspect; and with these<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reflected in its countenance it goes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With pictures of the skies, the dusk and dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within its breast, as every blossom knows,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For them to gaze upon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through it the world-soul sends<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its heart's creating pulse that beats and sings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The music of maternity whence springs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All life; and shaping earthly ends,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the deep sources of the heavens drawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Planting its ways with beauty, on it wends,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On and forever on.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +<h2><a name="SUMMER_NOONTIDE" id="SUMMER_NOONTIDE"></a>SUMMER NOONTIDE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">The slender snail clings to the leaf,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gray on its silvered underside:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And slowly, slowlier than the snail, with brief<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright steps, whose ripening touch foretells the sheaf,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her warm hands berry-dyed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Comes down the tanned Noontide.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">The pungent fragrance of the mint<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pennyroyal drench her gown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That leaves long shreds of trumpet-blossom tint<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among the thorns, and everywhere the glint<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of gold and white and brown<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Her flowery steps waft down.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">The leaves, like hands with emerald veined,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Along her way try their wild best<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To reach the jewel—whose hot hue was drained<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From some rich rose that all the June contained—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The butterfly, soft pressed<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Upon her sunny breast.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Her shawl, the lace-like elder bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She hangs upon the hillside brake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smelling of warmth and of her breast's perfume,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, lying in the citron-colored gloom<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beside the lilied lake,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She stares the buds awake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> + +<span class="i2">Or, with a smile, through watery deeps<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She leads the oaring turtle's legs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or guides the crimson fish, that swims and sleeps,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From pad to pad, from which the young frog leaps;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And to its nest's green eggs<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The bird that pleads and begs.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Then 'mid the fields of unmown hay<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She shows the bees where sweets are found;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And points the butterflies, at airy play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dragonflies, along the water-way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where honeyed flowers abound<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For them to flicker 'round.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Or where ripe apples pelt with gold<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Some barn—around which, coned with snow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wild-potato blooms—she mounts its old<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mossed roof, and through warped sides, the knots have holed,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lets her long glances glow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into the loft below.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">To show the mud-wasp at its cell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Slenderly busy; swallows, too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Packing against a beam their nest's clay shell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And crouching in the dark the owl as well<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With all her downy crew<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of owlets gray of hue.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> + +<span class="i2">These are her joys, and until dusk<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lounging she walks where reapers reap,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From sultry raiment shaking scents of musk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rustling the corn within its silken husk,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And driving down heav'n's deep<br /></span> +<span class="i2">White herds of clouds like sheep.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="HEAT" id="HEAT"></a>HEAT</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<h4>I</h4> + +<span class="i0">Now is it as if Spring had never been,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And Winter but a memory and dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here where the Summer stands, her lap of green<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Heaped high with bloom and beam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among her blackberry-lilies, low that lean<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To kiss her feet; or, freckle-browed, that stare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the dragonfly which, slimly seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like a blue jewel flickering in her hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sparkles above them there.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<h4>II</h4> + +<span class="i0">Knee-deep among the tepid pools the cows<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Chew a slow cud or switch a slower tail.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Half-sunk in sleep beneath the beechen boughs,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Where thin the wood-gnats ail.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From bloom to bloom the languid butterflies drowse;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sleepy bees make hardly any sound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The only things the sunrays can arouse,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It seems, are two black beetles rolling 'round<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Upon the dusty ground.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<h4>III</h4> + +<span class="i0">Within its channel glares the creek and shrinks,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beneath whose rocks the furtive crawfish hides<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In stagnant places, where the green frog blinks,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And water-spider glides.<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +<span class="i4">And water-spider glides.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far hotter seems it for the bird that drinks,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The startled kingfisher that screams and flies;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hotter and lonelier for the purple pinks<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of weeds that bloom, whose sultry perfumes rise<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Stifling the swooning skies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<h4>IV</h4> + +<span class="i0">From ragweed fallows, rye fields, heaped with sheaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From blistering rocks, no moss or lichens crust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the road, where every hoof-stroke heaves<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A cloud of burning dust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The hotness quivers, making limp the leaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That loll like tongues of panting hounds. The heat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is a wan wimple that the Summer weaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A veil, in which she wraps, as in a sheet,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">The shriveling corn and wheat.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<h4>V</h4> + +<span class="i0">Furious, incessant in the weeds and briers<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sawing weed-bugs sing; and, heat-begot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The grasshoppers, so many strident wires,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Staccato fiercely hot:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A lash of whirling sound that never tires,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The locust flails the noon, where harnessed Thirst,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beside the road-spring, many a shod hoof mires,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Into the trough thrusts his hot head, immersed,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">'Round which cool bubbles burst.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> + + +<h4>VI</h4> + +<span class="i0">The sad, sweet voice of some wood-spirit who<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Laments while watching a loved oak tree die,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the deep forest comes the wood-dove's coo.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A long, lost, lonely cry.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh, for a breeze, a mighty wind to woo<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The woods to stormy laughter; sow like grain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The world with freshness of invisible dew.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And pile above far, fevered hill and plain.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Vast bastions black with rain.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="JULY" id="JULY"></a>JULY</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now 'tis the time when, tall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The long blue torches of the bellflower gleam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among the trees; and, by the wooded stream.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In many a fragrant ball.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Blooms of the button-bush fall.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Let us go forth and seek<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woods where the wild plums redden and the beech<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Plumps its packed burs: and, swelling, just in reach.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The pawpaw, emerald sleek.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ripens along the creek.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now 'tis the time when ways<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of glimmering green flaunt white the misty plumes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the black-cohosh; and through bramble glooms,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A blur of orange rays,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The butterfly-blossoms blaze.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Let us go forth and hear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The spiral music that the locusts beat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that small spray of sound, so grassy sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Dear to a country ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The cricket's summer cheer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now golden celandine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is hairy hung with silvery sacks of seeds.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bugled o'er with freckled gold, like beads.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beneath the fox-grape vine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The jewel-weed's blossoms shine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> + +<span class="i2">Let us go forth and see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dragon- and the butterfly, like gems,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spangling the sunbeams; and the clover stems,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Weighed down by many a bee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Nodding mellifluously.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now morns are full of song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The catbird and the redbird and the jay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the hilltops rouse the rosy day,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who, dewy, blithe, and strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lures their wild wings along.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Now noons are full of dreams;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The clouds of heaven and the wandering breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Follow a vision; and the flowers and trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The hills and fields and streams,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Are lapped in mystic gleams.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">The nights are full of love;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stars and moon take up the golden tale<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the sunk sun, and passionate and pale,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Mixing their fires above,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Grow eloquent thereof.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Such days are like a sigh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That beauty heaves from a full heart of bliss:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such nights are like the sweetness of a kiss<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On lips that half deny,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The warm lips of July.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="TO_THE_LOCUST" id="TO_THE_LOCUST"></a>TO THE LOCUST</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reed-like breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Makest meridian music, long and loud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Accentuating summer!—dost thy best<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To make the sunbeams fiercer, and to crowd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With lonesomeness the long, close afternoon<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When Labor leans, swart-faced and beady browed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his sultry scythe—thou tangible tune<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of heat, whose waves incessantly arise<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Quivering and clear beneath the cloudless skies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou singest, and upon his haggard hills<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Drouth yawns and rubs his heavy eyes and wakes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brushes the hot hair from his face; and fills<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The land with death as sullenly he takes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Downward his dusty way: 'midst woods and fields<br /></span> +<span class="i1">At every pool his burning thirst he slakes:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No grove so deep, no bank so high it shields<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A spring from him; no creek evades his eye;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">He needs but look and they are withered dry.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou singest, and thy song is as a spell<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of somnolence to charm the land with sleep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thorn of sound that pierces dale and dell,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Diffusing slumber over vale and steep.<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +<span class="i1">Diffusing slumber over vale and steep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleepy the forest, nodding sleepy boughs;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The pastures sleepy with their sleepy sheep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleepy the creek where sleepily the cows<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Stand knee-deep: and the very heaven seems<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sleepy and lost in undetermined dreams.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Art thou a rattle that Monotony,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Summer's dull nurse, old sister of slow Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shakes for Day's peevish pleasure, who in glee<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Takes its discordant music for sweet rhyme?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or oboe that the Summer Noontide plays,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sitting with Ripeness 'neath the orchard-tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trying repeatedly the same shrill phrase,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Until the musky peach with drowsiness<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Drops, and the hum of bees grows less and less?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="YOUNG_SEPTEMBER" id="YOUNG_SEPTEMBER"></a>YOUNG SEPTEMBER</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<h4>I</h4> + +<span class="i0">With a look and a laugh where the stream was flowing,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">September led me along the land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the golden-rod and lobelia, glowing,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Seemed burning torches within her hand.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And faint as the thistle's or milk-weed's feather<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I glimpsed her form through the sparkling weather.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>II</h4> + +<span class="i2">Now 'twas her hand and now her hair<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That tossed me welcome everywhere;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That lured me onward through the stately rooms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of forest, hung and carpeted with glooms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And windowed wide with azure, doored with green.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through which rich glimmers of her robe were seen—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now, like some deep marsh-mallow, rosy gold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now, like the great Joe-Pye-weed, fold on fold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of heavy mauve; and now, like the intense<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Massed iron-weed, a purple opulence.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<h4>III</h4> + +<span class="i0">Along the bank in a wild procession<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of gold and sapphire the blossoms blew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And borne on the breeze came their soft confession<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In syllables musk of honey and dew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In words unheard that their lips kept saying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet as the lips of children praying.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> + + +<h4>IV</h4> + +<span class="i2">And so, meseemed, I heard them tell<br /></span> +<span class="i2">How here her loving glance once fell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon this bank, and from its azure grew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ageratum mist-flower's happy hue:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How from her kiss, as crimson as the dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cardinal-flow'r drew its vermilion;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from her hair's blond touch th' elecampane<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Evolved the glory of its golden rain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">White from her starry footsteps, redolent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The aster pearled its flowery firmament.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="UNDER_THE_HUNTERS_MOON" id="UNDER_THE_HUNTERS_MOON"></a>UNDER THE HUNTER'S MOON</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">White from her chrysalis of cloud,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The moth-like moon swings upward through the night;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the bee-like stars that crowd<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The hollow hive of heav'n wane in her light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Along the distance, folds of mist<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Hang frost-pale, ridging all the dark with gray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tinting the trees with amethyst,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Touching with pearl and purple every spray.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">All night the stealthy frost and fog<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Conspire to slay the rich-robed weeds and flowers:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To strip of wealth the woods, and clog<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With piled-up gold of leaves the creek that cowers.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I seem to see their Spirits stand,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Molded of moonlight, faint of form and face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now reaching high a chilly hand<br /></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To pluck some walnut from its spicy place:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now with fine fingers, phantom-cold,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Splitting the wahoo's pods of rose, and thin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bittersweet's balls o' gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To show the coal-red berries packed within:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">Now on dim threads of gossamer<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Stringing pale pearls of moisture; necklacing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The flow'rs; and spreading cobweb fur,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Crystaled with stardew, over everything:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">While 'neath the moon, with moon-white feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">They go and, chill, a moon-soft music draw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From wan leaf-cricket flutes—the sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sad dirge of Autumn dying in the shaw.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="RAIN_IN_THE_WOODS" id="RAIN_IN_THE_WOODS"></a>RAIN IN THE WOODS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When on the leaves the rain persists,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And every gust brings showers down;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When all the woodland smokes with mists,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I take the old road out of town<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the hills through which it twists.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I find the vale where catnip grows,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where boneset blooms, with moisture bowed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The vale through which the red creek flows,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Turbid with hill-washed clay, and loud<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As some wild horn a hunter blows.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Around the root the beetle glides,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A living beryl; and the ant,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Large, agate-red, a garnet, slides<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Beneath the rock; and every plant<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is roof for some frail thing that hides.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Like knots against the trunks of trees<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The lichen-colored moths are pressed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, wedged in hollow blooms, the bees<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Seem clots of pollen; in its nest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wasp has crawled and lies at ease.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The locust harsh, that sharply saws<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The silence of the summer noon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The katydid that thinly draws<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Its fine file o'er the bars of moon;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And grasshopper that drills each pause:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">The mantis, long-clawed, furtive, lean—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Fierce feline of the insect hordes—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dragonfly, gauze-winged and green,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Beneath the wild-grape's leaves and gourd's,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have housed themselves and rest unseen.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The butterfly and forest-bird<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Are huddled on the same gnarled bough,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From which, like some rain-voweled word<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That dampness hoarsely utters now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tree-toad's voice is vaguely heard.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I crouch and listen; and again<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The woods are filled with phantom forms—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With shapes, grotesque in mystic train,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That rise and reach to me cool arms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of mist; the wandering wraiths of rain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I see them come; fantastic, fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Chill, mushroom-colored: sky and earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grow ghostly with their floating hair<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And trailing limbs, that have their birth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In wetness—fungi of the air.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O wraiths of rain! O ghosts of mist!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Still fold me, hold me, and pursue!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still let my lips by yours be kissed!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Still draw me with your hands of dew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto the tryst, the dripping tryst.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="IN_THE_LANE" id="IN_THE_LANE"></a>IN THE LANE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the hornet hangs in the hollyhock,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And the brown bee drones i' the rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the west is a red-streaked four-o'-clock,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And summer is near its close—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's—Oh, for the gate and the locust lane<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dusk and dew and home again!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the katydid sings and the cricket cries,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And ghosts of the mists ascend,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the evening-star is a lamp i' the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And summer is near its end—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's—Oh, for the fence and the leafy lane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the twilight peace and the tryst again!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the owlet hoots in the dogwood-tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That leans to the rippling Run,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the wind is a wildwood melody,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And summer is almost done—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's—Oh, for the bridge and the bramble lane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the fragrant hush and her hands again!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When fields smell moist with the dewy hay,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And woods are cool and wan,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a path for dreams is the Milky-way,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And summer is nearly gone—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's—Oh, for the rock and the woodland lane<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the silence and stars and her lips again!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">When the weight of the apples breaks down the boughs,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And musk-melons split with sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the moon is a-bloom in the Heaven's house,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And summer has spent its heat—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It's—Oh, for the lane, the trysting lane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the deep-mooned night and her love again!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="A_FOREST_IDYL" id="A_FOREST_IDYL"></a>A FOREST IDYL</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<h4>I</h4> + +<span class="i0">Beneath an old beech-tree<br /></span> +<span class="i1">They sat together,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair as a flower was she<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of summer weather.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They spoke of life and love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While, through the boughs above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sunlight, like a dove,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Dropped many a feather.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>II</h4> + +<span class="i0">And there the violet,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The bluet near it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made blurs of azure wet—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As if some spirit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or woodland dream, had gone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sprinkling the earth with dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When only Fay and Faun<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Could see or hear it.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>III</h4> + +<span class="i0">She with her young, sweet face<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And eyes gray-beaming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made of that forest place<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A spot for dreaming:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A spot for Oreads<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To smooth their nut-brown braids,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Dryads of the glades<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To dance in, gleaming.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> + +<h4>IV</h4> + +<span class="i0">So dim the place, so blest.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">One had not wondered<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had Dian's moonéd breast<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The deep leaves sundered,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there on them awhile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The goddess deigned to smile.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While down some forest aisle<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The far hunt thundered.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>V</h4> + +<span class="i0">I deem that hour perchance<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Was but a mirror<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To show them Earth's romance<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And draw them nearer:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A mirror where, meseems.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All that this Earth-life dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All loveliness that gleams,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Their souls saw clearer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>VI</h4> + +<span class="i0">Beneath an old beech-tree<br /></span> +<span class="i1">They dreamed of blisses;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair as a flower was she<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That summer kisses:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They spoke of dreams and days,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of love that goes and stays,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all for which life prays,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Ah me! and misses.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="UNDER_THE_ROSE" id="UNDER_THE_ROSE"></a>UNDER THE ROSE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He told a story to her,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A story old yet new—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And was it of the Faëry Folk<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That dance along the dew?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The night was hung with silence<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As a room is hung with cloth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soundless, through the rose-sweet hush,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Swooned dim the down-white moth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Along the east a shimmer,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A tenuous breath of flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From which, as from a bath of light,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Nymph-like, the girl-moon came.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And pendent in the purple<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of heaven, like fireflies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bubbles of gold the great stars blew<br /></span> +<span class="i1">From windows of the skies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He told a story to her,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A story full of dreams—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And was it of the Elfin things<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That haunt the thin moonbeams?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">Upon the hill a thorn-tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Crooked and gnarled and gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against the moon seemed some crutch'd hag<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Dragging a child away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And in the vale a runnel,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That dripped from shelf to shelf,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seemed, in the night, a woodland witch<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Who muttered to herself.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Along the land a zephyr,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Whose breath was wild perfume,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That seemed a sorceress who wove<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sweet spells of beam and bloom.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He told a story to her,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A story young yet old—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And was it of the mystic things<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Men's eyes shall ne'er behold?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They heard the dew drip faintly<br /></span> +<span class="i1">From out the green-cupped leaf;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They heard the petals of the rose<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Unfolding from their sheaf.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They saw the wind light-footing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The waters into sheen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They saw the starlight kiss to sleep<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The blossoms on the green.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">They heard and saw these wonders;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">These things they saw and heard;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And other things within the heart<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For which there is no word.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He told a story to her,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The story men call Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose echoes fill the ages past,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the world ne'er tires of.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="IN_AUTUMN" id="IN_AUTUMN"></a>IN AUTUMN</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<h4>I</h4> + +<span class="i1">Sunflowers wither and lilies die,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Poppies are pods of seeds;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The first red leaves on the pathway lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like blood of a heart that bleeds.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Weary alway will it be to-day,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Weary and wan and wet;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dawn and noon will the clouds hang gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the autumn wind will sigh and say,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"<i>He comes not yet, not yet.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i3"><i>Weary alway, alway!</i>"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + +<h4>II</h4> + +<span class="i1">Hollyhocks bend all tattered and torn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Marigolds all are gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The last pale rose lies all forlorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like love that is trampled on.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Weary, ah me! to-night will be,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Weary and wild and hoar;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rain and mist will blow from the sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the wind will sob in the autumn tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">"<i>He comes no more, no more.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i3"><i>Weary, ah me! ah me!</i>"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="EPIPHANY" id="EPIPHANY"></a>EPIPHANY</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is nothing that eases my heart so much<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As the wind that blows from the purple hills;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis a hand of balsam whose healing touch<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Unburdens my bosom of ills.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is nothing that causes my soul to rejoice<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like the sunset flaming without a flaw:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis a burning bush whence God's own voice<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Addresses my spirit with awe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is nothing that hallows my mind, meseems,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like the night with its moon and its stars above;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis a mystical lily whose golden gleams<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Fulfill my being with love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is nothing, no, nothing, we see and feel.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That speaks to our souls some beautiful thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That was not created to help us, and heal<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Our lives that are overwrought.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="LIFE" id="LIFE"></a>LIFE</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<h4>I</h4> + +<h3>PESSIMIST</h3> + +<span class="i0">There is never a thing we dream or do<br /></span> +<span class="i1">But was dreamed and done in the ages gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Everything's old; there is nothing that's new,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And so it will be while the world goes on.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The thoughts we think have been thought before;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The deeds we do have long been done;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We pride ourselves on our love and lore<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And both are as old as the moon and sun.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">We strive and struggle and swink and sweat,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the end for each is one and the same;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Time and the sun and the frost and wet<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Will wear from its pillar the greatest name.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No answer comes for our prayer or curse,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">No word replies though we shriek in air;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ever the taciturn universe<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Stretches unchanged for our curse or prayer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With our mind's small light in the dark we crawl,—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Glow-worm glimmers that creep about,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tilt the Power that shaped us, over us all<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Poises His foot and treads us out.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">Unasked He fashions us out of clay,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A little water, a little dust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then in our holes He thrusts us away,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With never a word, to rot and rust.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis a sorry play with a sorry plot,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">This life of hate and of lust and pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where we play our parts and are soon forgot,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And all that we do is done in vain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> + + +<h4>II</h4> + +<h3>OPTIMIST</h3> + +<span class="i0">There is never a dream but it shall come true,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And never a deed but was wrought by plan;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And life is filled with the strange and new,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And ever has been since the world began.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As mind develops and soul matures<br /></span> +<span class="i1">These two shall parent Earth's mightier acts;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love is a fact, and 'tis love endures<br /></span> +<span class="i1">'Though the world make wreck of all other facts.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through thought alone shall our Age obtain<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Above all Ages gone before;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tribes of sloth, of brawn, not brain,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Are the tribes that perish, are known no more.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">Within ourselves is a voice of Awe,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And a hand that points to Balanced Scales;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The one is Love and the other Law,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And their presence alone it is avails.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For every shadow about our way<br /></span> +<span class="i1">There is a glory of moon and sun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But the hope within us hath more of ray<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Than the light of the sun and moon in one.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Behind all being a purpose lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Undeviating as God hath willed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he alone it is who dies,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Who leaves that purpose unfulfilled.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Life is an epic the Master sings,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Whose theme is Man, and whose music, Soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where each is a word in the Song of Things,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That shall roll on while the ages roll.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="NEVER" id="NEVER"></a>NEVER</h2> + +<h4>(Song)</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love hath no place in her,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Though in her bosom be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love-thoughts and dreams that stir<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Longings that know not me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love hath no place in her,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">No place for me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Never within her eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Do I the love-light see;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never her soul replies<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To the sad soul in me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never with soul and eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Speaks she to me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She is a star, a rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I but a moth, a bee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High in her heaven she glows,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Blooms far away from me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She is a star, a rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Never for me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Why will I think of her<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To my heart's misery?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dreaming how sweet it were<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Had she a thought of me:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why will I think of her!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Why, why, ah me!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="MEETING_IN_THE_WOODS" id="MEETING_IN_THE_WOODS"></a>MEETING IN THE WOODS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through ferns and moss the path wound to<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A hollow where the touchmenots<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swung horns of honey filled with dew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where—like foot-prints—violets blue<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And bluets made sweet sapphire blots,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas there that she had passed he knew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The grass, the very wilderness<br /></span> +<span class="i1">On either side, breathed rapture of<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her passage: 'twas her hand or dress<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That touched some tree—a slight caress—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That made the wood-birds sing above;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her step that made the flowers up-press.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He hurried, till across his way,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Foam-footed, bounding through the wood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A brook, like some wild girl at play,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Went laughing loud its roundelay;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And there upon its bank she stood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A sunbeam clad in woodland gray.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when she saw him, all her face<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Grew to a wildrose by the stream;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to his breast a moment's space<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He gathered her; and all the place<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Seemed conscious of some happy dream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come true to add to Earth its grace.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">Some joy, on which Heav'n was intent—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For which God made the world—the bliss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The love, that raised her innocent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pure face to his that, smiling, bent<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And sealed confession with a kiss—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life needs no other testament.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="A_MAID_WHO_DIED_OLD" id="A_MAID_WHO_DIED_OLD"></a>A MAID WHO DIED OLD</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Frail, shrunken face, so pinched and worn,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That life has carved with care and doubt!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So weary waiting, night and morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For that which never came about!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pale lamp, so utterly forlorn.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In which God's light at last is out.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gray hair, that lies so thin and prim<br /></span> +<span class="i1">On either side the sunken brows!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soldered eyes, so deep and dim,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">No word of man could now arouse!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hollow hands, so virgin slim,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Forever clasped in silent vows!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Poor breasts! that God designed for love,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For baby lips to kiss and press!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That never felt, yet dreamed thereof,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The human touch, the child caress—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That lie like shriveled blooms above<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The heart's long-perished happiness.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O withered body, Nature gave<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For purposes of death and birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That never knew, and could but crave<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Those things perhaps that make life worth—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rest now, alas! within the grave,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Sad shell that served no end of Earth.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="COMMUNICANTS" id="COMMUNICANTS"></a>COMMUNICANTS</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who knows the things they dream, alas!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or feel, who lie beneath the ground?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perhaps the flowers, the leaves, and grass<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That close them round.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In spring the violets may spell<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The moods of them we know not of;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or lilies sweetly syllable<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Their thoughts of love<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Haply, in summer, dew and scent<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of all they feel may be a part;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each red rose be the testament<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of some rich heart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The winds of fall be utterance,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Perhaps, of saddest things they say;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wild leaves may word some dead romance<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In some dim way.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In winter all their sleep profound<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Through frost may speak to grass and stream;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The snow may be the silent sound<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of all they dream.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_DEAD_DAY" id="THE_DEAD_DAY"></a>THE DEAD DAY</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The West builds high a sepulchre<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of cloudy granite and of gold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where twilight's priestly hours inter<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The day like some great king of old,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A censer, rimmed with silver fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The new moon swings above his tomb;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While, organ-stops of God's own choir,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Star after star throbs in the gloom.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And night draws near, the sadly sweet—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A nun whose face is calm and fair—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kneeling at the dead day's feet<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Her soul goes up in silent prayer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In prayer, we feel through dewy gleam<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And flowery fragrance, and—above<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All Earth—the ecstasy and dream<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That haunt the mystic heart of love.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="KNIGHT-ERRANT" id="KNIGHT-ERRANT"></a>KNIGHT-ERRANT</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Onward he gallops through enchanted gloom.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The spectres of the forest, dark and dim,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And shadows of vast death environ him—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onward he spurs victorious over doom.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before his eyes that love's far fires illume—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where courage sits, impregnable and grim—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The form and features of <i>her</i> beauty swim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beckoning him on with looks that fears consume.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thought of her distress, her lips to kiss,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Mails him with triple might; and so at last<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To Lust's huge keep he comes; its giant wall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wild-towering, frowning from the precipice;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And through its gate, borne like a bugle blast,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">O'er night and hell he thunders to his all.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_END_OF_SUMMER" id="THE_END_OF_SUMMER"></a>THE END OF SUMMER</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pods are the poppies, and slim spires of pods<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The hollyhocks; the balsam's pearly bredes<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of rose-stained snow are little sacs of seeds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Collapsing at a touch; the lote, that sods<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pond with green, has changed its flowers to rods<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And discs of vesicles; and all the weeds,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Around the sleepy water and its reeds.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are one white smoke of seeded silk that nods.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Summer is dead, ay me! sweet Summer's dead!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The sunset clouds have built her funeral pyre,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Through which, e'en now, runs subterranean fire:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While from the East, as from a garden bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Mist-vined, the Dusk lifts her broad moon—like some<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Great golden melon—saying, "Fall has come."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="LIGHT_AND_WIND" id="LIGHT_AND_WIND"></a>LIGHT AND WIND</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Where, through the leaves of myriad forest trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The daylight falls, beryl and chrysoprase,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The glamour and the glimmer of its rays<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seem visible music, tangible melodies:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Light that is music; music that one sees—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Wagnerian music—where forever sways<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The spirit of romance, and gods and fays<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Take form, clad on with dreams and mysteries.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now the wind's transmuting necromance<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Touches the light and makes it fall and rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Vocal, a harp of multitudinous waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That speaks as ocean speaks—an utterance<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of far-off whispers, mermaid-murmuring sighs—<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Pelagian, vast, deep-down in coral caves.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="SUPERSTITION" id="SUPERSTITION"></a>SUPERSTITION</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the waste places, in the dreadful night,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When the wood whispers like a wandering mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And silence sits and listens to the wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, 'mid the rocks, to some wild torrent's flight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bat-browed thou wadest with thy wisp of light<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Among black pools the moon can never find;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Or, owlet-eyed, thou hootest to the blind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep darkness from some cave or haunted height.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He who beholds but once thy fearsome face,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Never again shall walk alone! but wan<br /></span> +<span class="i3">And terrible attendants shall be his—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Unutterable things that have no place<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In God or Beauty—that compel him on,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Against all hope, where endless horror is.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="UNCALLED" id="UNCALLED"></a>UNCALLED</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">As one, who, journeying westward with the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Beholds at length from the up-towering hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Far off, a land unspeakable beauty fills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Circean peaks and vales of Avalon:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, sinking weary, watches, one by one,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The big seas beat between; and knows it skills<br /></span> +<span class="i1">No more to try; that now, as Heaven wills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is the helpless end, that all is done:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So 'tis with him, whom long a vision led<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In quest of Beauty, and who finds at last<br /></span> +<span class="i1">She lies beyond his effort. All the waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all the world between them: While the dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The myriad dead, who people all the Past<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With failure, hail him from forgotten graves.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="LOVE_DESPISED" id="LOVE_DESPISED"></a>LOVE DESPISED</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Can one resolve and hunt it from one's heart?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">This love, this god and fiend, that makes a hell<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of many a life, in ways no tongue can tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No mind divine, nor any word impart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would not one think the slights that make hearts smart,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The ice of love's disdain, the wint'ry well<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of love's disfavor, love's own fire would quell?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or school its nature, too, to its own art.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Why will men cringe and cry forever here<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For that which, once obtained, may prove a curse?<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Why not remember that, however fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Decay is wed to Beauty? That each year<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Takes somewhat from the riches of her purse,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Until at last her house of pride stands bare?<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_DEATH_OF_LOVE" id="THE_DEATH_OF_LOVE"></a>THE DEATH OF LOVE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So Love is dead, the Love we knew of old!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And in the sorrow of our hearts' hushed halls<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A lute lies broken and a flower falls;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love's house is empty and his hearth is cold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lone in dim places, where sweet vows were told.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In walks grown desolate, by ruined walls,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Beauty decays; and on their pedestals<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dreams crumble, and th' immortal gods are mould.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Music is slain or sleeps; one voice alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">One voice awakes, and like a wandering ghost<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Haunts all the echoing chambers of the Past—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The voice of Memory, that stills to stone<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The soul that hears; the mind that, utterly lost,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before its beautiful presence stands aghast.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="GERALDINE_GERALDINE" id="GERALDINE_GERALDINE"></a>GERALDINE, GERALDINE</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Geraldine, Geraldine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Do you remember where<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The willows used to screen<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The water flowing fair?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mill-stream's banks of green<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where first our love begun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you were seventeen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And I was twenty-one?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Geraldine, Geraldine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Do you remember how<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From th' old bridge we would lean—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The bridge that's broken now—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To watch the minnows sheen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the ripples of the Run,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you were seventeen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And I was twenty-one?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Geraldine, Geraldine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Do you remember too<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The old beech-tree, between<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Whose roots the wild flowers grew?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where oft we met at e'en,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">When stars were few or none,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you were seventeen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And I was twenty-one?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">Geraldine, Geraldine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The bark has grown around<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The names I cut therein,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the truelove-knot that bound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The love-knot, clear and clean,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">I carved when our love begun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you were seventeen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And I was twenty-one?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Geraldine, Geraldine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The roof of the farmhouse gray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is fallen and mossy green;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Its rafters rot away:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The old path scarce is seen<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where oft our feet would run,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you were seventeen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And I was twenty-one.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Geraldine, Geraldine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Through each old tree and bough<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lone winds cry and keen—<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The place is haunted now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With ghosts of what-has-been,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With dreams of love-long-done,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you were seventeen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And I was twenty-one.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> + +<span class="i0">Geraldine, Geraldine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">There, in your world of wealth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There, where you move a queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Broken in heart and health,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Does there ever rise a scene<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Of days, your soul would shun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you were seventeen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And I was twenty-one?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Geraldine, Geraldine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Here, 'mid the rose and rue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would God that your grave were green.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And I were lying too!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here on the hill, I mean,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Where oft we laughed i' the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When you were seventeen,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And I was twenty-one.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="ALLUREMENT" id="ALLUREMENT"></a>ALLUREMENT</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Across the world she sends me word,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From gardens fair as Falerina's,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now by a blossom, now a bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To come to her, who long has lured<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With magic sweeter than Alcina's.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I know not what her word may mean,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I know not what may mean the voices<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She sends as messengers serene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That through the silvery silence lean,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To tell me where her heart rejoices.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But I must go! I must away!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must take the path that is appointed!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">God grant I find her realm some day!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, by her love, as by a ray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My soul shall be anointed.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="BLACK_VESPERS_PAGEANTS" id="BLACK_VESPERS_PAGEANTS"></a>BLACK VESPER'S PAGEANTS.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The day, all fierce with carmine, turns<br /></span> +<span class="i1">An Indian face towards Earth and dies;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The west, like some gaunt vase, inurns<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Its ashes under smouldering skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Athwart whose bowl one red cloud streams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strange as a shape some Aztec dreams.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now shadows mass above the world,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And night comes on with wind and rain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mulberry-colored leaves are hurled<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like frantic hands against the pane.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And through the forests, bending low,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Night stalks like some gigantic woe.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In hollows where the thistle shakes<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A hoar bloom like a witch's-light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From weed and flower the rain-wind rakes<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Dead sweetness—as a wildman might,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From out the leaves, the woods among,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dig some dead woman, fair and young.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now let me walk the woodland ways,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Alone! except for thoughts, that are<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Akin to such wild nights and days;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">A portion of the storm that far<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fills Heaven and Earth tumultuously,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my own soul with ecstasy.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>OTHER VOLUMES</h2> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>MADISON CAWEIN</h2> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="u">THE GARDEN OF DREAMS</span></p> + +<p>Printed on hand-made paper; bound in watered silk; +only a few copies remaining; price, $1.25 (net)</p> + +<p><span class="u">WEEDS BY THE WALL</span></p> + +<p>Tastefully bound in silk cloth; price, $1.25</p></div> + + +<p class="center">Sent on receipt of price to any address by</p> + +<p class="center">JOHN P. MORTON & COMPANY<br /> + +PUBLISHERS<br /> + +LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class="center">WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS, in the <i>North American Review</i> +for January, 1902.</p> + +<p>"One never praises an author for certain things without afterward +doubting if they were the characteristic things, or whether just the +reverse might not be said. Praise is, in fact, a delicate business, and I, +who am rather fond of dealing in it, never feel quite safe. Not only is it +questionable at the moment, but the later behavior of the author is sometimes +such that one is sorry not to have made it blame. It is always with +a shrinking, which I try to hide from the public, that I take up the fresh +venture of a poet whom I have once bet on. But there is a joy when I +find that I have not lost my wager, which is full compensation for the +anxiety suffered. This joy has lately been mine in the latest little book +of Mr. Madison Cawein, whose work I long ago confessed my pleasure in. +I am not sure that he has transcended the limits which he then seemed +to give himself as the lover, the prophet, of beauty in the woods and +waters and skies of the southern Mid-West. I do not know that he need +have done more than unlock the riches of emotion within these limits. +What I am sure of is that in 'Weeds by the Wall' he has more deeply +charmed me with an art perfected from that I felt in 'Blooms of the +Berry' ten or fifteen years since. Many little books of his have come (I +hope not also gone) between the first and last, and none of them has +failed to make me glad of his work; and now, again, I am finding the same +impassioned moods in the same impassive presences. To my knowledge, +no such nature poems have been written within the time since Mr. Cawein +began to write as his are, or from such an intimacy with the 'various +language' which nature speaks. There are other good poems in the book, +poems which would have made reputes in the eighteenth century, and +which it would be a shame not to own good in the twentieth; but those +which speak for 'The Cricket,' ' A Twilight Moth,' 'The Grasshopper,' +'The Tree-Toad,' 'The Screech Owl,' 'The Chipmunk,' 'Drouth,' 'Before +the Rain,' and the like, are in a voice which interprets the very soul of +what we call the inarticulate things, though they seem to have enunciated +themselves so distinctly to this poet. It is cheap to note his increasing +control of his affluent imagery and the growing mastery that makes him +so fine an artist. These things were to be expected from his early poems, +but what makes one think he will go far and long, and outlive both praise +and blame, is the blending of a sense of the Kentucky civilization in +such a poem as 'Feud.'... Civilization may not be quite the word for +the condition of things suggested here, but there can be no doubt of the +dramatic and the graphic power that suggests it, and that imparts a personal +sense of the tragic squalor, the sultry drouth, the forlorn <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'wickednsse'">wickedness</ins> +of it all. By such a way as this lies Mr. Cawein's hope of rise from nature +up to man, if it is up; and also, as I perceive too late, lies confusion for +the critic who said that the poet does not transcend the limits he once +seemed to give himself."</p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's A Voice on the Wind, by Madison Julius Cawein + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A VOICE ON THE WIND *** + +***** This file should be named 33940-h.htm or 33940-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/3/9/4/33940/ + +Produced by David Garcia, Dianne Nolan and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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