diff options
Diffstat (limited to '34741-h/34741-h.htm')
| -rw-r--r-- | 34741-h/34741-h.htm | 3001 |
1 files changed, 3001 insertions, 0 deletions
diff --git a/34741-h/34741-h.htm b/34741-h/34741-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8a54c91 --- /dev/null +++ b/34741-h/34741-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,3001 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<HTML> +<HEAD> + +<META HTTP-EQUIV="Content-Type" CONTENT="text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1"> + +<TITLE> +The Project Gutenberg E-text of The Two Twilights, by Henry A. Beers +</TITLE> + +<STYLE TYPE="text/css"> +BODY { color: Black; + background: White; + margin-right: 10%; + margin-left: 10%; + font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; + text-align: justify } + +P {text-indent: 4% } + +P.noindent {text-indent: 0% } + +P.poem {text-indent: 0%; + margin-left: 10%; } + +P.letter {text-indent: 0%; + margin-left: 10% ; + margin-right: 10% } + +P.footnote {text-indent: 0% ; + font-size: 80%; + margin-left: 10% ; + margin-right: 10% } + +P.finis { font-size: larger ; + text-align: center ; + text-indent: 0% ; + margin-left: 0% ; + margin-right: 0% } + +</STYLE> + +</HEAD> + +<BODY> + + +<pre> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Two Twilights, by Henry A. Beers + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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: The Two Twilights + +Author: Henry A. Beers + +Release Date: December 24, 2010 [EBook #34741] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TWO TWILIGHTS *** + + + + +Produced by Al Haines + + + + + +</pre> + + +<BR><BR> + +<H1 ALIGN="center"> +THE TWO TWILIGHTS +</H1> + +<BR> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +BY +</H4> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +HENRY A. BEERS +</H3> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +BOSTON: RICHARD G. BADGER +</H3> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +TORONTO: THE COPP CLARK CO., LIMITED +</H4> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H5 ALIGN="center"> +Copyright 1917 by Henry A. Beers +<BR> +All Rights Reserved +<BR><BR><BR> +Made in the United States of America +<BR> +The Gorham Press, Boston, U.S.A. +</H5> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +PREFACE +</H3> + +<P> +The contents of this volume include selections from two early books of +verse, long out of print; a few pieces from The Ways of Yale (Henry +Holt & Co); and a handful of poems contributed of late years to the +magazines and not heretofore collected. +</P> + +<P> +For permission to use copyrighted material my thanks are due to Messrs. +Henry Holt & Co., and to the publishers of Harper's Monthly Magazine +and of the Yale Review. +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +HENRY A. BEERS. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +CONTENTS<BR> +</H2> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +<A HREF="#chap009">The Thankless Muse</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap010">Blue Roses of Academus</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap011">The Winds of Dawn</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap012">Anacreontic</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap013">Bumble Bee</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap014">Water Lilies at Sunset</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap016">Between the Flowers</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap019">As You Like It</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap021">The Old City</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap023">Amethysts</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap024">Katy Did</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap025">Narcissus</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap028">Nunc Dimittis</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap030">Beaver Pond Meadow</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap033">High Island</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap034">Lotus Eating</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap035">The Mermaid's Glass</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap039">A Holiday Eclogue</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap042">A Memory</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap044">Amours Passagères</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap045">On a Miniature</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap047">Im Schwarzwald</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap049">Waiting for Winter</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap050">[Greek: Tò Pan]</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap051">The Singer of One Song</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap052">Posthumous</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap054">Hugh Latimer</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap055">Carçamon</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap057">Ecce in Deserto</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap059">To Imogen at the Harp</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap062">The Ideas of the Pure Reason</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap064">On Guard</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap066">Sursum Corda</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap068">Love, Death and Life</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap070">The Dying Pantheist to the Priest</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap072">The Upland</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap074">The Remainder</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap075">The Pasture Bars</A><BR> +<A HREF="#chap077">The Rising of the Curtain</A><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap009"></A> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> + THE TWO TWILIGHTS +</H2> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE THANKLESS MUSE<BR> +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The muses ring my bell and run away.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I spy you, rogues, behind the evergreen:</SPAN><BR> +You, wild Thalia, romper in the hay;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And you, Terpsichore, you long-legged quean.</SPAN><BR> +When I was young you used to come and stay,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But, now that I grow older, 'tis well seen</SPAN><BR> +What tricks ye put upon me. Well-a-day!<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">How many a summer evening have ye been</SPAN><BR> +Sitting about my door-step, fain to sing<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1.5em">And tell old tales, while through the fragrant dark</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Burned the large planets, throbbed the brooding sound</SPAN><BR> +Of crickets and the tree-toads' ceaseless ring;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And in the meads the fire-fly lit her spark</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Where from my threshold sank the vale profound.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap010"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + BLUE ROSES OF ACADEMUS +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So late and long the shadows lie<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Under the quadrangle wall:</SPAN><BR> +From such a narrow strip of sky<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So scant an hour the sunbeams fall,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">They hardly come to touch at all</SPAN><BR> +This cool, sequestered corner where,<BR> +Beside the chapel belfry tall,<BR> +I cultivate my small parterre.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Poor, sickly blooms of Academe,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Recluses of the college close,</SPAN><BR> +Whose nun-like pallor would beseem<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The violet better than the rose:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">There's not a bud among you blows</SPAN><BR> +With scent or hue to lure the bee:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Only the thorn that on you grows—</SPAN><BR> +Only the thorn grows hardily.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Pale cloisterers, have you lost so soon<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The way to blush? Do you forget</SPAN><BR> +How once, beneath the enamored moon,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">You climbed against the parapet,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To touch the breast of Juliet</SPAN><BR> +Warm with a kiss, wet with a tear,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In gardens of the Capulet,</SPAN><BR> +Far south, my flowers, not here—not here?<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap011"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + THE WINDS OF DAWN +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Whither do ye blow?<BR> +For now the moon is low.<BR> +Whence is it that ye come,<BR> +And where is it ye go?<BR> +All night the air was still,<BR> +The crickets' song was shrill;<BR> +But now there runs a hum<BR> +And rustling through the trees.<BR> +A breath of coolness wakes,<BR> +As on Canadian lakes,<BR> +And on Atlantic seas,<BR> +And each high Alpine lawn<BR> +Begin the winds of dawn.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap012"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + ANACREONTIC +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">I would not be</SPAN><BR> +A voyager on the windy seas:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">More sweet to me</SPAN><BR> +This bank where crickets chirp, and bees<BR> +Buzz drowsy sunshine minstrelsies.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">I would not bide</SPAN><BR> +On lonely heights where shepherds dwell.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">At twilight tide</SPAN><BR> +The sounds that from the valley swell,<BR> +Soft breathing lute and herdsman's bell,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Are sweeter far</SPAN><BR> +Than music of cold mountain rills.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">The evening star</SPAN><BR> +Wakes love and song below, but chills<BR> +With mist and breeze the gloomy hills.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">I would not woo</SPAN><BR> +Some storm-browed Juno, queenly fair.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Soft eyes of blue</SPAN><BR> +And sudden blushes unaware<BR> +Do net my heart in silken snare.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">I do not love</SPAN><BR> +The eyrie, but low woodland nest<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 4em">Of cushat dove:</SPAN><BR> +Not wind, but calm; not toil, but rest<BR> +And sleep in grassy meadow's breast.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap013"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + BUMBLE BEE +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +As I lay yonder in tall grass<BR> +A drunken bumble-bee went past<BR> +Delirious with honey toddy.<BR> +The golden sash about his body<BR> +Could scarce keep in his swollen belly<BR> +Distent with honey-suckle jelly.<BR> +Rose liquor and the sweet pea wine<BR> +Had filled his soul with song divine;<BR> +Deep had he drunk the warm night through:<BR> +His hairy thighs were wet with dew.<BR> +Full many an antic he had played<BR> +While the world went round through sleep and shade.<BR> +Oft had he lit with thirsty lip<BR> +Some flower-cup's nectared sweets to sip,<BR> +When on smooth petals he would slip<BR> +Or over tangled stamens trip,<BR> +And headlong in the pollen rolled,<BR> +Crawl out quite dusted o'er with gold.<BR> +Or else his heavy feet would stumble<BR> +Against some bud and down he'd tumble<BR> +Amongst the grass; there lie and grumble<BR> +In low, soft bass—poor maudlin bumble!<BR> +With tipsy hum on sleepy wing<BR> +He buzzed a glee—a bacchic thing<BR> +Which, wandering strangely in the moon,<BR> +He learned from grigs that sing in June,<BR> +Unknown to sober bees who dwell<BR> +Through the dark hours in waxen cell.<BR> +When south wind floated him away<BR> +The music of the summer day<BR> +Lost something: sure it was a pain<BR> +To miss that dainty star-light strain.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap014"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + WATER LILIES AT SUNSET +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Mine eyes have seen when once at sunset hour<BR> +White lily flocks that edged a lonely lake<BR> +All rose and sank upon the lifting swell<BR> +That swayed their long stems lazily, and lapped<BR> +Their floating pads and stirred among the leaves.<BR> +And when the sun from western gates of day<BR> +Poured colored flames, they, kissed to ruddy shame,<BR> +So blushed through snowy petals, that they glowed<BR> +Like roses morning-blown in dewy bowers,<BR> +When garden-walks lie dark with early shade.<BR> +That so their perfumed chalices were brimmed<BR> +With liquid glory till they overflowed<BR> +And spilled rich lights and purple shadows out,<BR> +That splashed the pool with gold, and stained its waves<BR> +In tints of violet and ruby blooms.<BR> +But when the flashing gem that lit the day<BR> +Dropped in its far blue casket of the hills,<BR> +The rainbow paintings faded from the mere,<BR> +The wine-dark shades grew black, the gilding dimmed,<BR> +While, paling slow through tender amber hues,<BR> +The crimsoned lilies blanched to coldest white,<BR> +And wanly shivered in the evening breeze.<BR> +When twilight closed—when earliest dew-drops fell<BR> +All frosty-chill deep down their golden hearts,<BR> +They shrank at that still touch, as maidens shrink,<BR> +When love's first footstep frights with sweet alarms<BR> +The untrod wildness of their virgin breasts;<BR> +Then shut their ivory cups, and dipping low<BR> +Their folded beauties in the gloomy wave,<BR> +They nodded drowsily and heaved in sleep.<BR> +But sweeter far than summer dreams at dawn,<BR> +Their mingled breaths from out the darkness stole,<BR> +Across the silent lake, the winding shores,<BR> +The shadowy hills that rose in lawny slopes,<BR> +The marsh among whose reeds the wild fowl screamed,<BR> +And dusky woodlands where the night came down.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap016"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + BETWEEN THE FLOWERS +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +An open door and door-steps wide,<BR> +With pillared vines on either side,<BR> +And terraced flowers, stair over stair,<BR> +Standing in pots of earthenware<BR> +Where stiff processions filed around—<BR> +Black on the smooth, sienna ground.<BR> +Tubers and bulbs now blossomed there<BR> +Which, in the moisty hot-house air,<BR> +Lay winter long in patient rows,<BR> +Glassed snugly in from Christmas snows:<BR> +Tuberoses, with white, waxy gems<BR> +In bunches on their reed-like stems;<BR> +Their fragrance forced by art too soon<BR> +To mingle with the sweets of June.<BR> +(So breathes the thin blue smoke, that steals<BR> +From ashes of the gilt pastilles,<BR> +Burnt slowly, as the brazier swings,<BR> +In dim saloons of eastern kings.)<BR> +I saw the calla's arching cup<BR> +With yellow spadix standing up,<BR> +Its liquid scents to stir and mix—<BR> +The goldenest of toddy-sticks;<BR> +Roses and purple fuchsia drops;<BR> +Camellias, which the gardener crops<BR> +To make the sickening wreaths that lie<BR> +On coffins when our loved ones die.<BR> +These all and many more were there;<BR> +Monsters and grandifloras rare,<BR> +With tropical broad leaves, grown rank,<BR> +Drinking the waters of the tank<BR> +Wherein the lotus-lilies bathe;<BR> +All curious forms of spur and spathe,<BR> +Pitcher and sac and cactus-thorn,<BR> +There in the fresh New England morn.<BR> +But where the sun came colored through<BR> +Translucent petals wet with dew,<BR> +The interspace was carpeted<BR> +With oriel lights and nodes of red,<BR> +Orange and blue and violet,<BR> +That wove strange figures, as they met,<BR> +Of airier tissue, brighter blooms<BR> +Than tumble from the Persian looms.<BR> +So at the pontiff's feasts, they tell,<BR> +From the board's edge the goblet fell,<BR> +Spilled from its throat the purple tide<BR> +And stained the pavement far and wide.<BR> +Such steps wise Sheba trod upon<BR> +Up to the throne of Solomon;<BR> +So bright the angel-crowded steep<BR> +Which Israel's vision scaled in sleep.<BR> +What one is she whose feet shall dare<BR> +Tread that illuminated stair?<BR> +Like Sheba, queen; like angels, fair?<BR> +Oh listen! In the morning air<BR> +The blossoms all are hanging still—<BR> +The queen is standing on the sill.<BR> +No Sheba she; her virgin zone<BR> +Proclaims her royalty alone:<BR> +(Such royalty the lions own.)<BR> +Yet all too cheap the patterned stone<BR> +That paves kings' palaces, to feel<BR> +The pressure of her gaiter's heel.<BR> +The girlish grace that lit her face<BR> +Made sunshine in a dusky place—<BR> +The old silk hood, demure and quaint,<BR> +Wherein she seemed an altar-saint<BR> +Fresh-tinted, though in setting old<BR> +Of dingy carving and tarnished gold;<BR> +Her eyes, the candles in that shrine,<BR> +Making Madonna's face to shine.<BR> +Lingering I passed, but evermore<BR> +Abide with me the open door,<BR> +The doorsteps wide, the flowers that stand<BR> +In brilliant ranks on either hand,<BR> +The two white pillars and the vine<BR> +Of bitter-sweet and lush woodbine,<BR> +And—from my weary paths as far<BR> +As Sheba or the angels are—<BR> +Between, upon the wooden sill,<BR> +Thou, Queen of Hearts, art standing still.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap019"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + AS YOU LIKE IT +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Here while I read the light forsakes the pane;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Metempsychosis of the twilight gray—</SPAN><BR> +Into green aisles of Epping or Ardenne<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The level lines of print stretch far away.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The book-leaves whisper like the forest-leaves;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A smell of ancient woods, a breeze of morn,</SPAN><BR> +A breath of violets from the mossy paths<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And hark! the voice of hounds—the royal horn,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Which, muffled in the ferny coverts deep,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Utters the three sweet notes that sound recall;</SPAN><BR> +As, riding two by two between the oaks,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Come on the paladins and ladies all.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The court will rest from chase in this smooth glade<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That slopes to meet yon little rushy stream,</SPAN><BR> +Where in the shallows nod the arrow-heads,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the blue flower-de-luce's banners gleam.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The gamekeepers are coupling of the hounds;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The pages hang bright scarfs upon the boughs;</SPAN><BR> +The new-slain quarry lies upon the turf<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Whereon but now he with the herd did browse.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The silk pavilion shines among the trees;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The mighty pasties and the flagons strong</SPAN><BR> +Give cheer to the dear heart of many a knight,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And many a dame whose beauty lives in song.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Meanwhile a staging improvised and rude<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Rises, whereon the masquers and the mimes</SPAN><BR> +Play for their sport a pleasant interlude,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fantastic, gallant, pointing at the times.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Their green-room is the wide midsummer wood;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Down some far-winding gallery the deer—</SPAN><BR> +The dappled dead-head of that sylvan show—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Starts as the distant ranting strikes his ear.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +They use no traverses nor painted screen<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To help along their naked, out-door wit:</SPAN><BR> +(Only the forest lends its leafy scene)<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Yet wonderfully well they please the pit.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The plaudits echo through the wide parquet<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Where the fair audience upon the grass,</SPAN><BR> +Each knight beside his lady-love, is set,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While overhead the merry winds do pass.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The little river murmurs in its reeds,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And somewhere in the verdurous solitude</SPAN><BR> +The wood-thrush drops a cool contralto note,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">An orchestra well-tuned unto their mood.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +As runs the play so runs the afternoon;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The curtain and the sun fall side by side;</SPAN><BR> +The epilogue is spoke, the twilight come;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Then homeward through the darkening glades they ride.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap021"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + THE OLD CITY +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Ancient city, down thy street<BR> +Minstrels make their music sweet;<BR> +Sound of bells is on the air,<BR> +Fountains sing in every square,<BR> +Where, from dawn to shut of day,<BR> +Maidens walk and children play;<BR> +And at night, when all are gone,<BR> +The waters in the dark sing on,<BR> +Till the moonrise and the breeze<BR> +Whiten the horse-chestnut trees.<BR> +Cool thou liest, leisured, slow,<BR> +On the plains of long ago,<BR> +All unvexed of fretful trades<BR> +Through thy rich and dim arcades,<BR> +Overlooking lands below<BR> +Terraced to thy green plateau.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Dear old city, it is long<BR> +Since I heard thy minstrels' song,<BR> +Since I heard thy church-bells deep,<BR> +Since I watched thy fountains leap.<BR> +Yet, whichever way I turn,<BR> +Still I see the sunset burn<BR> +At the ending of the street,<BR> +Where the chestnut branches meet;<BR> +Where, between the gay bazaars,<BR> +Maidens walk with eyes like stars,<BR> +And the slippered merchants go<BR> +On the pavements to and fro.<BR> +Upland winds blow through my sleep,<BR> +Moonrise glimmers, waters leap,<BR> +Till, awaking, thou dost seem<BR> +Like a city of a dream,—<BR> +Like a city of the air,<BR> +Builded high, aloof and fair,—<BR> +Such as childhood used to know<BR> +On the plains of long ago.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap023"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + AMETHYSTS +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Not the green eaves of our young woods alone<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Shelter new violets, by the spring rains kissed;</SPAN><BR> +In the hard quartz, by some old April sown,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Blossoms Time's flower, the steadfast amethyst.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Here's pansies, they're for thoughts"—weak thoughts though fair;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">June sees their opening, June their swift decay.</SPAN><BR> +But those stone bourgeons stand for thoughts more rare,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Whose patient crystals colored day by day.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Might I so cut my flowers within the rock,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And prison there their sweet escaping breath;</SPAN><BR> +Their petals then the winter's frost should mock,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And only Time's slow chisel work their death.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +If out of those embedded purple blooms<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Were quarried cups to hold the purple wine,</SPAN><BR> +Greek drinkers thought the glorious, maddening fumes<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Were cooled with radiance of that gem divine.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Might I so wed the crystal and the grape,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Passion's red heart and plastic Art's endeavor,</SPAN><BR> +Delirium should take on immortal shape,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Dancing and blushing in strong rock forever.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap024"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + KATY DID +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In a windy tree-top sitting,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Singing at the fall of dew,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Katy watched the bats a-flitting,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">While the twilight's curtains drew</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Closer round her; till she only</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Saw the branches and the sky—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Rocking late and rocking lonely,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Anchored on the darkness high.</SPAN><BR> +And the song that she was singing,<BR> +In the windy tree-tops swinging,<BR> +Was <I>under the tree, under the tree</I><BR> +<I>The fox is digging a pit for me</I>.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">When the early stars were sparkling</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Overhead, and down below</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fireflies twinkled, through the darkling</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Thickets she heard footsteps go—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Voice of her false lover speaking,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Laughing to his sweetheart new:—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"Half my heart for thee I'm breaking:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Did not Katy love me true?"</SPAN><BR> +Then no longer she was singing,<BR> +But through all the wood kept ringing—<BR> +<I>Katy did, Katy did, Katy did love thee</I><BR> +<I>And the fox is digging a grave for me</I>.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap025"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + NARCISSUS +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Where the black hemlock slants athwart the stream<BR> +He came to bathe; the sun's pursuing beam<BR> +Laid a warm hand upon him, as he stood<BR> +Naked, while noonday silence filled the wood.<BR> +Holding the boughs o'erhead, with cautious foot<BR> +He felt his way along the mossy root<BR> +That edged the brimming pool; then paused and dreamed.<BR> +Half like a dryad of the tree he seemed,<BR> +Half like the naiad of the stream below,<BR> +Suspended there between the water's flow<BR> +And the green tree-top world; the love-sick air<BR> +Coaxing with softest touch his body fair<BR> +A little longer yet to be content<BR> +Outside of its own crystal element.<BR> +And he, still lingering at the brink, looked down<BR> +And marked the sunshine fleck with gold the brown<BR> +And sandy floor which paved that woodland pool.<BR> +But then, within the shadows deep and cool<BR> +Which the close hemlocks on the surface made,<BR> +Two eyes met his yet darker than that shade<BR> +And, shining through the watery foliage dim,<BR> +Two white and slender arms reached up to him.<BR> +"Comest thou again, now all the woods are still,<BR> +Fair shape, nor even Echo from the hill<BR> +Calls her Narcissus? Would her voice were thine,<BR> +Dear speechless image, and could answer mine!<BR> +Her I but hear and thee I may but see;<BR> +Yet, Echo, thou art happy unto me;<BR> +For though thyself art but a voice, sad maid,<BR> +Thy love the substance is and my love shade.<BR> +Alas! for never may I kiss those dumb<BR> +Sweet lips, nor ever hope to come<BR> +Into that shadow-world that lies somewhere—<BR> +Somewhere between the water and the air.<BR> +Alas! for never shall I clasp that form<BR> +That mocks me yonder, seeming firm and warm;<BR> +But if I leap to its embrace, the cold<BR> +And yielding flood is all my arms enfold.<BR> +All creatures else, save only me, can share<BR> +My beauties, be it but to stroke my hair,<BR> +Or hold my hand in theirs, or hear me speak.<BR> +The village wives will laugh and clap my cheek;<BR> +The forest nymphs will beg me for a kiss,<BR> +To make me blush, or hide themselves by this<BR> +Clear brook to see me bathe. But I must pine,<BR> +Loving not me but this dear ghost of mine."<BR> +Then, bending down the boughs, until they dipped<BR> +Their broad green fronds, into the wave he slipped,<BR> +And, floating breast-high, from the branches hung,<BR> +His body with the current idly swung.<BR> +And ever and anon he caught the gleam<BR> +Of a white shoulder swimming in the stream,<BR> +Pressed close to his, and two young eyes of black<BR> +Under the dimpling surface answered back<BR> +His own, just out of kissing distance: then<BR> +The vain and passionate longing came again<BR> +Still baffled, still renewed: he loosed his hold<BR> +Upon the boughs and strove once more to fold<BR> +To his embrace that fine unbodied shape;<BR> +But the quick apparition made escape,<BR> +And once again his empty arms took in<BR> +Only the water and the shadows thin.<BR> +Thus every day, when noon lay bright and hot<BR> +On all the plains, there came to this cool spot,<BR> +Under the hemlocks by the deepening brook,<BR> +Narcissus, Phoebus' darling, there to look<BR> +And pore upon his picture in the flood:<BR> +Till once a peeping dryad of the wood,<BR> +Tracking his steps along the slender path<BR> +Which he between the tree trunks trodden hath,<BR> +Misses the boy on whom her amorous eyes<BR> +Where wont to feed; but where he stood she spies<BR> +A new-made yellow flower, that still doth seem<BR> +To woo his own pale reflex in the stream;<BR> +Whom Phoebus kisses when the woods are still<BR> +And only ceaseless Echo from the hill<BR> +Unprompted cries <I>Narcissus</I>!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap028"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + NUNC DIMITTIS +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Highlands of Navesink,<BR> +By the blue ocean's brink,<BR> +Let your gray bases drink<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Deep of the sea.</SPAN><BR> +Tide that comes flooding up,<BR> +Fill me a stirrup cup,<BR> +Pledge me a parting sup,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Now I go free.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Wall of the Palisades,<BR> +I know where greener glades,<BR> +Deeper glens, darker shades,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Hemlock and pine,</SPAN><BR> +Far toward the morning lie<BR> +Under a bluer sky,<BR> +Lifted by cliffs as high,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Haunts that are mine.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Marshes of Hackensack,<BR> +See, I am going back<BR> +Where the Quinnipiac<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Winds to the bay,</SPAN><BR> +Down its long meadow track,<BR> +Piled with the myriad stack,<BR> +Where in wide bivouac<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Camps the salt hay.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Spire of old Trinity,<BR> +Never again to be<BR> +Sea-mark and goal to me<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">As I walk down;</SPAN><BR> +Chimes on the upper air,<BR> +Calling in vain to prayer,<BR> +Squandering your music where<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Roars the black town:</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Bless me once ere I ride<BR> +Off to God's countryside,<BR> +Where in the treetops hide<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Belfry and bell;</SPAN><BR> +Tongue of the steeple towers,<BR> +Telling the slow-paced hours—<BR> +Hail, thou still town of ours—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Bedlam, farewell!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap030"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + BEAVER POND MEADOW +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thou art my Dismal Swamp, my Everglades:<BR> +Thou my Campagna, where the bison wades<BR> +Through shallow, steaming pools, and the sick air<BR> +Decays. Thou my Serbonian Bog art, where<BR> +O'er leagues of mud, black vomit of the Nile,<BR> +Crawls in the sun the myriad crocodile.<BR> +Or thou my Cambridge or my Lincoln fen<BR> +Shalt be—a lonely land where stilted men<BR> +Stalking across the surface waters go,<BR> +Casting long shadows, and the creaking, slow<BR> +Canal-barge, laden with its marshy hay,<BR> +Disturbs the stagnant ditches twice a day.<BR> +Thou hast thy crocodiles: on rotten logs<BR> +Afloat, the turtles swarm and bask: the frogs,<BR> +When come the pale, cold twilights of the spring,<BR> +Like distant sleigh-bells through the meadows ring.<BR> +The school-boy comes on holidays to take<BR> +The musk-rat in its hole, or kill the snake,<BR> +Or fish for bull-heads in the pond at night.<BR> +The hog-snout's swollen corpse, with belly white,<BR> +I find upon the footway through the sedge,<BR> +Trodden by tramps along the water's edge.<BR> +Not thine the breath of the salt marsh below<BR> +Where, when the tide is out, the mowers go<BR> +Shearing the oozy plain, that reeks with brine<BR> +More tonic than the incense of the pine.<BR> +Thou art the sink of all uncleanliness,<BR> +A drain for slaughter-pens, a wilderness<BR> +Of trenches, pockets, quagmires, bogs where rank<BR> +The poison sumach grows, and in the tank<BR> +The water standeth ever black and deep<BR> +Greened o'er with scum: foul pottages, that steep<BR> +And brew in that dark broth, at night distil<BR> +Malarious fogs bringing the fever chill.<BR> +Yet grislier horrors thy recesses hold:<BR> +The murdered peddler's body five days old<BR> +Among the yellow lily-pads was found<BR> +In yonder pond: the new-born babe lay drowned<BR> +And throttled on the bottom of this moat,<BR> +Near where the negro hermit keeps his boat;<BR> +Whose wigwam stands beside the swamp; whose meals<BR> +It furnishes, fat pouts and mud-spawned eels.<BR> +Even so thou hast a kind of beauty, wild,<BR> +Unwholesome—thou the suburb's outcast child,<BR> +Behind whose grimy skin and matted hair<BR> +Warm nature works and makes her creature fair.<BR> +Summer has wrought a blue and silver border<BR> +Of iris flags and flowers in triple order<BR> +Of the white arrowhead round Beaver Pond,<BR> +And o'er the milkweeds in the swamp beyond<BR> +Tangled the dodder's amber-colored threads.<BR> +In every fosse the bladderwort's bright heads<BR> +Like orange helmets on the surface show.<BR> +Richer surprises still thou hast: I know<BR> +The ways that to thy penetralia lead,<BR> +Where in black bogs the sundew's sticky bead<BR> +Ensnares young insects, and that rosy lass,<BR> +Sweet Arethusa, blushes in the grass.<BR> +Once on a Sunday when the bells were still,<BR> +Following the path under the sandy hill<BR> +Through the old orchard and across the plank<BR> +That bridges the dead stream, past many a rank<BR> +Of cat-tails, midway in the swamp I found<BR> +A small green mead of dry but spongy ground,<BR> +Entrenched about on every side with sluices<BR> +Full to the brim of thick lethean juices,<BR> +The filterings of the marsh. With line and hook<BR> +Two little French boys from the trenches took<BR> +Frogs for their Sunday meal and gathered messes<BR> +Of pungent salad from the water-cresses.<BR> +A little isle of foreign soil it seemed,<BR> +And listening to their outland talk, I dreamed<BR> +That yonder spire above the elm-tops calm<BR> +Rose from the village chestnuts of La Balme.<BR> +Yes, many a pretty secret hast thou shown<BR> +To me, O Beaver Pond, walking alone<BR> +On summer afternoons, while yet the swallow<BR> +Skimmed o'er each flaggy plash and gravelly shallow;<BR> +Or when September turned the swamps to gold<BR> +And purple. But the year is growing old:<BR> +The golden-rod is rusted, and the red<BR> +That streaked October's frosty cheek is dead;<BR> +Only the sumach's garnet pompons make<BR> +Procession through the melancholy brake.<BR> +Lo! even now the autumnal wind blows cool<BR> +Over the rippled waters of thy pool,<BR> +And red autumnal sunset colors brood<BR> +Where I alone and all too late intrude.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap033"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + HIGH ISLAND +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Pleasant it was at shut of day,<BR> +When wind and wave had sunk away,<BR> +To hear, as on the rocks we lay,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">The fog bell toll;</SPAN><BR> +And grimly through the gathering night<BR> +The horn's dull blare from Faulkner's Light,<BR> +Snuffed out by ghostly fingers white<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">That round it stole.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Somewhere behind its curtain, soon<BR> +The mist grew conscious of a moon:<BR> +No more we heard the diving loon<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Scream from the spray;</SPAN><BR> +But seated round our drift-wood fire<BR> +Watched the red sparks rise high and higher,<BR> +Then, wandering into night, expire<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">And pass away.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Down the dark wood, the pines among,<BR> +A lurid glare the firelight flung;<BR> +So for a while we talked and sung,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">And then to sleep;</SPAN><BR> +And heard in dreams the light-house bell,<BR> +As all night long in solemn swell<BR> +The tidal waters rose and fell<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">With soundings deep.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap034"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + LOTUS EATING +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Come up once more before mine eyes,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sweet halcyon days, warm summer sea,</SPAN><BR> +Faint orange of the morning skies<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And dark-lined shores upon the lee!</SPAN><BR> +Touched with the sunrise, sea and sky<BR> +All still on Memory's canvas lie:<BR> +The scattered isles with India ink<BR> +Dot the wide back-ground's gold and pink:<BR> +Unstirring in the Sunday calm,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Their profile cedars, sharply drawn,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Bold black against the flushing dawn,</SPAN><BR> +Take shape like clumps of tropic palm.<BR> +Night shadows still the distance dim<BR> +(Ultra-marine) where ocean's brim<BR> +Upholdeth the horizon-rim.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Once more in thought we seem to creep<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">By lonely reefs where sea-birds scream,</SPAN><BR> +Ulysses-like, along the deep<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Borne onward in the ocean-stream.</SPAN><BR> +The sea-floor spreadeth glassy still;<BR> +No breath the idle sail doth fill;<BR> +Our oar-blades smite the heavy seas;<BR> +Under the world the morning breeze<BR> +Treads with the sun the unknown ways.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thus steer we o'er the solemn main</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Eating the Lotus-fruit again,</SPAN><BR> +Dreaming that time forever stays,<BR> +Singing "Where, Absence, is thy sting?"<BR> +Listening to hear our echoes ring<BR> +Through the far rocks where Sirens sing.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap035"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + THE MERMAID'S GLASS +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +'T was down among the Thimble Isles<BR> +That strew for many "liquid miles"<BR> +The waters of Long Island Sound:<BR> +Our yacht lay in a cove; around<BR> +The rocky isles with cedars green<BR> +And channels winding in between:<BR> +And here a low, black reef was spread,<BR> +And there a sunken "nigger-head"<BR> +Dimpled the surface of the tide.<BR> +From one tall island's cliffy side<BR> +We heard the shaggy goats that fed:<BR> +The gulls wheeled screaming overhead<BR> +Or settled in a snowy flock<BR> +Far out upon the lonely rock<BR> +Which, like a pillar, seemed to show<BR> +Some drowned acropolis below.<BR> +Meanwhile, in the warm sea about,<BR> +With many a plunge and jolly shout,<BR> +Our crew enjoyed their morning bath.<BR> +The hairy skipper in his wrath<BR> +Lay cursing on the gunwale's rim:<BR> +He loved a dip but could not swim;<BR> +So, now and then with plank afloat<BR> +He'd struggle feebly round the boat<BR> +And o'er the side climb puffing in,<BR> +Scraping wide areas off his skin,<BR> +Then lie and sun each hirsute limb<BR> +Once more upon the gunwale's rim<BR> +And shout, with curses unavailing,<BR> +"Come out! There's wind: let's do some sailing."<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A palm-leaf hat, that here and there<BR> +Bobbed on the water, showed him where<BR> +Some venturous swimmer outward bound<BR> +Escaped beyond his voice's sound.<BR> +All heedless of their skipper's call,<BR> +One group fought for the upset yawl.<BR> +The conqueror sat astride the keel<BR> +And deftly pounded with his heel<BR> +The hands that clutched his citadel,<BR> +Which showed—at distance—like the shell<BR> +Round which, unseen, the Naiad train<BR> +Sport naked on the middle main.<BR> +Myself had drifted far away,<BR> +Meanwhile, from where the sail-boat lay,<BR> +Till all unbroken I could hear<BR> +The wave's low whisper in my ear,<BR> +And at the level of mine eye<BR> +The blue vibration met the sky.<BR> +Sometimes upon my back I lay<BR> +And watched the clouds, while I and they<BR> +Were wafted effortless along.—<BR> +Sudden I seemed to hear a song:<BR> +Yet not a song, but some weird strain<BR> +As though the inarticulate main<BR> +Had found a voice whose human tone<BR> +Interpreted its own dull moan;<BR> +Its foamy hiss; its surfy roar;<BR> +Its gentle lapping on the shore;<BR> +Its noise of subterranean waves<BR> +That grumble in the sea-cliff caves;<BR> +Its whish among the drifting miles<BR> +Of gulf-weed from the Indian Isles:—<BR> +All—all the harmonies were there<BR> +Which ocean makes with earth or air.<BR> +Turning I saw a sunken ledge<BR> +Bared by the ebb, along whose edge<BR> +The matted sea-weed dripped: thereon,<BR> +Betwixt the dazzle of the sun<BR> +And the blue shimmer of the sea,<BR> +I saw—or else I seemed to see<BR> +A mermaid, crooning a wild song,<BR> +Combing with arm uplifted long<BR> +The hair that shed its meshes black<BR> +Down the slope whiteness of her back.<BR> +She held a mirror in her hand,<BR> +Wherein she viewed sky, sea, and land,<BR> +Her beauty's background and its frame.<BR> +But now, as toward the rock I came,<BR> +All suddenly across the glass<BR> +Some startling image seemed to pass;<BR> +For her song rose into a scream,<BR> +Over her shoulders one swift gleam<BR> +Of eyes unearthly fell on me,<BR> +And, 'twixt the flashing of the sea<BR> +And the blind dazzle of the sun,<BR> +I saw the rock, but thereupon<BR> +She sat no longer 'gainst the blue;<BR> +Only across the reef there flew<BR> +One snow-white tern and vanished too.<BR> +But, coasting that lone island round,<BR> +Among the slippery kelp I found<BR> +A little oval glass that lay<BR> +Upturned and flashing in the ray<BR> +Of the down-looking sun. Thereto<BR> +With scarce believing eyes I drew<BR> +And took it captive<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 10em">A while there</SPAN><BR> +I rested in the mermaid's lair,<BR> +And felt the merry breeze that blew,<BR> +And watched the sharpies as they flew,<BR> +And snuffed the sea's breath thick with brine,<BR> +And basked me in the sun's warm shine;<BR> +Then with my prize I made my way<BR> +Once more to where the sail-boat lay.<BR> +I kept the secret—and the glass;<BR> +By day across its surface pass<BR> +The transient shapes of common things<BR> +Which chance within its oval brings.<BR> +But when at night I strive to sound<BR> +The darkness of its face profound,<BR> +Again I seem to hear the breeze<BR> +That curls the waves on summer seas;<BR> +I see the isles with cedars green;<BR> +The channels winding in between;<BR> +The coves with beaches of white sand;<BR> +The reefs where warning spindles stand;<BR> +And, through the multitudinous shimmer<BR> +Of waves and sun, again the glimmer<BR> +Of eyes unearthly falls on me,<BR> +Deep with the mystery of the sea.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap039"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + A HOLIDAY ECLOGUE +</H3> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +ABOVE<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>First Mason:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tink-a-link! Tink-a-link! Hear the trowels ring;<BR> +Feel the merry breezes make the scaffold swing;<BR> +See the skimming swallow brush us with her wing:—<BR> +Go it with your hammers, boys; time us while we sing.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +BELOW.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>First Student:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +See the yellow sparkle of the Neckar in the glass,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And through the cedar branches sparkles blue the sea;</SPAN><BR> +Hear the sweet piano—hear the German lass<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sing Freut" euch des Lebens—Oh! "I love I love the free!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>Second Student:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">I like the canary better;</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">Look, how he swells his throttle!</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">He gurgles like musical water</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">That dances and sings in a bottle.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +ABOVE.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>Second Mason:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +D'ye mind the students down in the grove<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Drinking their wine and beer?</SPAN><BR> +That's an easy life they lead.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>First Mason:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">So do we up here</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">When the weathercock points west</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">And the look-off's clear.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>Third Mason:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">House-top Jim's the boy for work!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>First Mason:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">True for you, my dear.</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 3em">(<I>Whistles "The Girl I Left Behind me."</I>)</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +BELOW.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>First Student:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +See the Dutchmen on those settees:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Isn't it like the Rhine?</SPAN><BR> +And the old church-tower up over the trees—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Kellner! Noch ein Stein!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>Third Student:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I'd like to work with those masons there</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">Half way up the sky.</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The air is sweet where the pigeons build,</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em">And the world is all in their eye.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>Second Student:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But "Love is of the valley:" the Gretchen and the Kellner<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Haunt the cheerful levels of the lower story.</SPAN><BR> +Glory in the garret—comfort in the cellar:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I will keep the comfort—you may take the glory.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +ABOVE.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>First Mason:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Look up at the pointers: they 're drawing close together;<BR> +'T is here we get the earliest news of sun, and moon, and weather;<BR> +We can hear time's pulse a-ticking, with the whistling weathercock.<BR> +Drop your mortar-boards, my lads, it's coming twelve o'clock.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +<I>Third Mason:</I><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oh! it's hungry that I am with working in the wind,<BR> +But there's a shawl and bonnet—below there: do you mind?<BR> +It's Molly with the dinner-pail: she's coming in the door.<BR> +Faith, my belly thinks my throat is cut this half an hour and more.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="noindent" ALIGN="center"> +(<I>The church clock strikes the noon.</I>)<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap042"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + A MEMORY +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I came across the marsh to-night,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And though the wind was cold,</SPAN><BR> +I stayed a moment on the bridge<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To note the paly gold</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +That lingered on the darkening bay;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The creek which ran below</SPAN><BR> +Was frozen dumb; the dreary flats<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Were overspread with snow.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The college bell began to ring,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And as the north wind blew</SPAN><BR> +Its distant janglings out to sea,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I thought, dear Friend, of you;</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And how one warm September day,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While yet the woods were green,</SPAN><BR> +We strayed across the happy hills<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And this wide marsh between.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The hay-stacks dotted here and there<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The water-meadows wide:</SPAN><BR> +The even lines of sluices black<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Were filling with the tide.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Then this salt stream, now winter bound,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Fled softly through the sedge,</SPAN><BR> +Retreating from the sparkling Sound;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And there along its edge</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +We strolled, and marked the far-off sloops,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And watched the cattle graze.</SPAN><BR> +O'erhead the swallows rushed in troops,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">While bright with purple haze,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +West Rock looked down the winding plain—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ah! this was long ago;</SPAN><BR> +The summer's gone, and you are gone,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">As everything must go.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap044"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + AMOURS PASSAGÈRES +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Light loves and soon forgotten hates,<BR> +Heat-lightnings of the brooding summer sky—<BR> +Ye too bred of the summer's heat,<BR> +Ye too, like summer, fleet—<BR> +Ye have gone by.<BR> +Walks in the woods and whispers over gates,<BR> +Gay rivalries of tennis and croquet—<BR> +Gone with the summer sweet,<BR> +Gone with the swallow fleet<BR> +Southward away!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Breath of the rose, laughter of maids<BR> +Kissed into silence by the setting moon;<BR> +Wind of the morn that wakes and blows,<BR> +And hastening night that goes<BR> +Too soon—too soon!<BR> +Meetings and partings, tokens, serenades,<BR> +Tears—idle tears—and coy denials vain;<BR> +Flower of the summer's rose,<BR> +Say, will your leaves unclose<BR> +Ever again?<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap045"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + ON A MINIATURE +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thine old-world eyes—each one a violet<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Big as the baby rose that is thy mouth—</SPAN><BR> +Set me a dreaming. Have our eyes not met<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In childhood—in a garden of the South?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thy lips are trembling with a song of France,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My cousin, and thine eyes are dimly sweet;</SPAN><BR> +'Wildered with reading in an old romance<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All afternoon upon the garden seat.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The summer wind read with thee, and the bees<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That on the sunny pages loved to crawl:</SPAN><BR> +A skipping reader was the impatient breeze,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And turned the leaves, but the slow bees read all.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And now thy foot descends the terrace stair:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I hear the rustle of thy silk attire;</SPAN><BR> +I breathe the musky odors of thy hair<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And airs that from thy painted fan respire.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Idly thou pausest in the shady walk,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Thine ear attentive to the fountain's fall:</SPAN><BR> +Thou mark'st the flower-de-luce sway on her stalk,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The speckled vergalieus ripening on the wall.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Thou hast the feature of my mother's race,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The gilded comb she wore, her smile, her eye:</SPAN><BR> +The blood that flushes softly in thy face<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Crawls through my veins beneath this northern sky.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +As one disherited, though next of kin,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Who lingers at the barred ancestral gate,</SPAN><BR> +And sadly sees the happy heir within<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Stroll careless through his forfeited estate;</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Even so I watch thy southern eyes, Lisette,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Lady of my lost paradise and heir</SPAN><BR> +Of summer days there were my birthright. Yet<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Beauty like thine makes usurpation fair.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap047"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + IM SCHWARZWALD +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The winter sunset, red upon the snow,<BR> +Lights up the narrow way that I should go;<BR> +Winding o'er bare white hilltops, whereon lie<BR> +Dark churches and the holy evening sky.<BR> +That path would lead me deep into the west,<BR> +Even to the feet of her I love the best.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But this scarce broken track in which I stand<BR> +Runs east, up through the tan-wood's midnight land;<BR> +Where now the newly risen moon doth throw<BR> +The shadows of long stems across the snow.<BR> +This path would take me to the Jäger's Tree<BR> +Where stands the Swabian girl and waits for me.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Her eyes are blacker than the woods at night<BR> +And witching as the moon's uncertain light;<BR> +And there are tones in that low voice of hers<BR> +Caught from the wind among the Schwarzwald firs,<BR> +And from the Gutach's echoing waters, when<BR> +Still evening listens in the Forsthaus glen.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I must—I must! Thou wilt forgive me, sweet;<BR> +My heart flies west but eastward move my feet;<BR> +The mad moon brightens as the sunset dies,<BR> +And yonder hexie draws me with her eyes.<BR> +<I>Ruck, ruck an meine grüne Seit!</I> she sings<BR> +And with her arms the frozen trunk enrings,<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And lays upon its bark her little face.<BR> +How canst thou be so dead in her embrace—<BR> +So cold against her kisses, happy tree?<BR> +Thou hast no love beyond the western sea.<BR> +Methinks that at the lightest touch of her<BR> +Thy wooden trunk should tremble, thy boughs stir:<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But at the pressure of her tender form<BR> +Thy inmost pith should feel her and grow warm:<BR> +The torpid sap should race along the vein;<BR> +The resinous buds should swell, and once again<BR> +Fresh needles shoot, as though the breeze of spring<BR> +Already through the woods came whispering.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap049"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + WAITING FOR WINTER +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +What honey in the year's last flowers can hide,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">These little yellow butterflies may know:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With falling leaves they waver to and fro,</SPAN><BR> +Or on the swinging tops of asters ride.<BR> +But I am weary of the summer's pride<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And sick September's simulated show:</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Why do the colder winds delay to blow</SPAN><BR> +And bring the pleasant hours that we abide;<BR> +To curtained alcove and sweet household talks,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or sweeter silence by our flickering Lars,</SPAN><BR> +Returning late from autumn evening walks<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Upon the frosty hills, while reddening Mars</SPAN><BR> +Hangs low between the withered mullein stalks,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And upward throngs the host of winter stars?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap050"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + [Greek: Tò Pan] +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The little creek which yesterday I saw<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ooze through the sedges, and each brackish vein</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That sluiced the marsh, now filled and then again</SPAN><BR> +Sucked dry to glut the sea's unsated maw,<BR> +All ebb and flow by the same rhythmic law<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That times the beat of the Atlantic main—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">They also fastened to the swift moon's train</SPAN><BR> +By unseen cords that no less strongly draw.<BR> +So, poet, may thy life's small tributary<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Threading some bitter marsh, obscure, alone,</SPAN><BR> +Feel yet one pulse with the broad estuary<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That bears an emperor's fleets through half a zone:</SPAN><BR> +May wait upon the same high luminary<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And pitch its voice to the same ocean's tone.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap051"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + THE SINGER OF ONE SONG +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He sang one song and died—no more but that:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A single song and carelessly complete.</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He would not bind and thresh his chance-grown wheat,</SPAN><BR> +Nor bring his wild fruit to the common vat,<BR> +To store the acid rinsings, thin and flat,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Squeezed from the press or trodden under feet.</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A few slow beads, blood-red and honey sweet,</SPAN><BR> +Oozed from the grape, which burst and spilled its fat.<BR> +But Time, who soonest drops the heaviest things<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That weight his pack, will carry diamonds long.</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">So through the poet's orchestra, which weaves</SPAN><BR> +One music from a thousand stops and strings,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Pierces the note of that immortal song:—</SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"High over all the lonely bugle grieves."</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap052"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + POSTHUMOUS +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Put them in print?<BR> +Make one more dint<BR> +In the ages' furrowed rock? No, no!<BR> +Let his name and his verses go.<BR> +These idle scraps, they would but wrong<BR> +His memory, whom we honored long;<BR> +And men would ask: "Is this the best—<BR> +Is this the whole his life expressed?"<BR> +Haply he had no care to tell<BR> +To all the thoughts which flung their spell<BR> +Around us when the night grew deep,<BR> +Making it seem a loss to sleep,<BR> +Exalting the low, dingy room<BR> +To some high auditorium.<BR> +And when we parted homeward, still<BR> +They followed us beyond the hill.<BR> +The heaven had brought new stars to sight,<BR> +Opening the map of later night;<BR> +And the wide silence of the snow,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And the dark whispers of the pines,</SPAN><BR> +And those keen fires that glittered slow<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Along the zodiac's wintry signs,</SPAN><BR> +Seemed witnesses and near of kin<BR> +To the high dreams we held within.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Yet what is left<BR> +To us bereft,<BR> +Save these remains,<BR> +Which now the moth<BR> +Will fret, or swifter fire consume?<BR> +These inky stains<BR> +On his table-cloth;<BR> +These prints that decked his room;<BR> +His throne, this ragged easy-chair;<BR> +This battered pipe, his councillor.<BR> +This is the sum and inventory.<BR> +No son he left to tell his story,<BR> +No gold, no lands, no fame, no book.<BR> +Yet one of us, his heirs, who took<BR> +The impress of his brain and heart<BR> +May gain from Heaven the lucky art<BR> +His untold meanings to impart<BR> +In words that will not soon decay.<BR> +Then gratefully will such one say:<BR> +"This phrase, dear friend, perhaps, is mine;<BR> +The breath that gave it life was thine."<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap054"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + HUGH LATIMER +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +His lips amid the flame outsent<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A music strong and sweet,</SPAN><BR> +Like some unearthly instrument<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That's played upon by heat.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +As spice-wood tough, laid on the coal,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Sets all its perfume free,</SPAN><BR> +The incense of his hardy soul<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Rose up exceedingly.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +To open that great flower, too cold<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Were sun and vernal rain;</SPAN><BR> +But fire has forced it to unfold,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Nor will it shut again.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap055"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + CARÇAMON +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +His steed was old, his armor worn,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And he was old and worn and gray:</SPAN><BR> +The light that lit his patient eyes<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It shone from very far away.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Through gay Provence he journeyed on;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To one high quest his life was true,</SPAN><BR> +And so they called him <I>Carçamon</I>—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The knight who seeketh the world through.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A pansy blossomed on his shield;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"A token 'tis," the people say,</SPAN><BR> +"That still across the world's wide field<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He seeks <I>la dame de ses pensées</I>."</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +For somewhere on a painted wall,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or in the city's shifting crowd,</SPAN><BR> +Or looking from a casement tall,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or shaped of dream or evening cloud—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Forgotten when, forgotten where—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Her face had filled his careless eye</SPAN><BR> +A moment ere he turned and passed,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Nor knew it was his destiny.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But ever in his dreams it came<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Divine and passionless and strong,</SPAN><BR> +A smile upon the imperial lips<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No lover's kiss had dared to wrong.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He took his armor from the wall—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Ah! gone since then was many a day—</SPAN><BR> +He led his steed from out the stall<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And sought <I>la dame de ses pensées</I>.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The ladies of the Troubadours<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Came riding through the chestnut grove</SPAN><BR> +"Sir Minstrel, string that lute of yours<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And sing us a gay song of love."</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"O ladies of the Troubadours,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My lute has but a single string;</SPAN><BR> +Sirventes fit for paramours,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">My heart is not in tune to sing.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"The flower that blooms upon my shield<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It has another soil and spring</SPAN><BR> +Than that wherein the gaudy rose<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of light Provence is blossoming.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"The lady of my dreams doth hold<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Such royal state within my mind,</SPAN><BR> +No thought that comes unclad in gold<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To that high court may entrance find."</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So through the chestnut groves he passed,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And through the land and far away;</SPAN><BR> +Nor know I whether in the world<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">He found <I>la dame de ses pensées</I>.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Only I know that in the South<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Long to the harp his tale was told;</SPAN><BR> +Sweet as new wine within the mouth<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The small, choice words and music old.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +To scorn the promise of the real;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To seek and seek and not to find;</SPAN><BR> +Yet cherish still the fair ideal—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">It is thy fate, O restless Mind!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap057"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + ECCE IN DESERTO +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The wilderness a secret keeps<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Upon whose guess I go:</SPAN><BR> +Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And yet I know, I know,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Some day the viewless latch will lift,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The airy door swing wide</SPAN><BR> +To one lost chamber of the wood<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Where those shy mysteries hide,—</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +One yet unfound, receding depth,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">From which the wood-thrush sings,</SPAN><BR> +Still luring in to darker shades,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In—in to colder springs.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +There is no wind abroad to-day.<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But hark!—the pine-tops' roar,</SPAN><BR> +That sleep and in their dreams repeat<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The music of the shore.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +What wisdom in their needles stirs?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">What song is that they sing?</SPAN><BR> +Those airs that search the forest's heart,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">What rumor do they bring?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A hushed excitement fills the gloom,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And, in the stillness, clear</SPAN><BR> +The vireo's tell-tale warning rings:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">"'Tis near—'tis near—'tis near!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +As, in the fairy-tale, more loud<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The ghostly music plays</SPAN><BR> +When, toward the enchanted bower, the prince<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Draws closer through the maze.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Nay—nay. I track a fleeter game,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A wilder than ye know,</SPAN><BR> +To lairs beyond the inmost haunt<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of thrush or vireo.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +This way it passed: the scent lies fresh;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The ferns still lightly shake.</SPAN><BR> +Ever I follow hard upon,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">But never overtake.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +To other woods the trail leads on,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To other worlds and new,</SPAN><BR> +Where they who keep the secret here<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Will keep the promise too.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap059"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + TO IMOGEN AT THE HARP +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em"><I>Die Geisterwelt ist nicht verschlossen:</I></SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em"><I>Dein Sinn ist zu—dein Herz ist todt.</I></SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em"><I>Auf, bade, Schüler, unrerdrossen</I></SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 2em"><I>Die ird'sche Brust im Morgenroth!</I></SPAN><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 5em">FAUST.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Hast thou seen ghosts? Hast thou at midnight heard<BR> +In the wind's talking an articulate word?<BR> +Or art thou in the secret of the sea,<BR> +And have the twilight woods confessed to thee?<BR> +So wild thy song, thy smile so faint, so far<BR> +Thine absent eyes from earthly vision are.<BR> +Thy song is done: why art thou listening?<BR> +Spent is the last vibration of the string<BR> +Along the waves of sound. Oh, doth thine ear<BR> +Pursue the ebbing chord in some fine sphere,<BR> +Where wraiths of vanished echoes live and roam,<BR> +And where thy thoughts, here strangered, find a home?<BR> +Teach me the path to that uncharted land;<BR> +Discovery's keel hath never notched its strand,<BR> +No passport may unbar its sealed frontier,—<BR> +Too far for utmost sight, for touch too near.<BR> +Subtler than light, yet all opaque, the screen<BR> +Which shuts us from that world, outspread between<BR> +The shows of sense; like as an ether thin<BR> +Fills the vast microscopic space wherein<BR> +The molecules of matter lie enisled.<BR> +A world whose sound our silence is; too wild<BR> +Its elfin music beats, too shrill, too rare,<BR> +To stir the slow pulse of our thicker air.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A world whose light our darkness is; that lies<BR> +With its sharp edges turned toward mortal eyes,<BR> +Like figures painted on a folded fan—<BR> +The broken colors of some hidden plan.<BR> +The few who but an instant's look have had<BR> +At the spread pattern broadwise have gone mad.<BR> +As in a high-walled oriental street<BR> +A sudden door flies open, and a fleet<BR> +Departing dream the thirsty traveler sees<BR> +Of fountains leaping in the shade of trees,<BR> +So they who once have caught the glimpse divine:<BR> +They have but wet their lips with goblins' wine,<BR> +And, plagued with thirst immortal, must endure<BR> +The visions of the heavenly calenture,—<BR> +Of springs and dewy evening meadows rave,<BR> +While hotly round them shines the tropic wave,<BR> +And the false islands of mirage appear,<BR> +Uplifted from some transcendental sphere<BR> +Far down below the blue horizon line.<BR> +And thirst like theirs is nursed by songs like thine.<BR> +For thou, in some crepscular dim hour,<BR> +When the weak umber moon had hardly power<BR> +To cast a shadow, and a wind, half-spent,<BR> +Creeping among the way-side bushes went,<BR> +Hast seen a cobweb spun across the moon,<BR> +A faint eclipse, penumbral, gone full soon,<BR> +Yet marking on the planet's smoky ring<BR> +A silhouette as of a living thing.<BR> +Or on the beach making thy lonely range,<BR> +Close upon sunset, when the light was strange<BR> +And the low wind had meanings, thou hast known<BR> +A presence nigh, betrayed by shadows thrown<BR> +On the red sand from bodies out of sight;<BR> +Even as, by the shell of curving light<BR> +Pared from the dark moon's edge, the eye can tell<BR> +Where her full circle rounds invisible.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Teach me the path into that silent land.<BR> +Take once again the haunted wires in hand,<BR> +And pour the strain which, waking, thou hast heard<BR> +Whistled when night was deep by some lone bird<BR> +Hid in the dark and dewy sycamore,—<BR> +When thou hast risen and unbarred the door<BR> +And walked the garden paths till night was flown,<BR> +Listening the message sent to thee alone.<BR> +Ah! once again thy harp, thy voice once more,<BR> +Fling back the refluent tide upon the shore.<BR> +All nature grows unearthly; all things seem<BR> +To break and waver off in shapes of dream,<BR> +And through the chinks of matter steals the dawn<BR> +Of skies beyond the solar road withdrawn.<BR> +Oh, flood my soul with that pure morning-red!<BR> +It is the sense that's shut, the heart that's dead:<BR> +All open still the world of spirits lies<BR> +Would we but bathe us in its red sunrise.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap062"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + THE IDEAS OF THE PURE REASON +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I saw in dreams a constellation strange,<BR> +Thwarting the night; its big stars seemed to range<BR> +Northward across the zenith, and to keep<BR> +Calm footing along heaven's ridge-pole high,<BR> +While round the pole the sullen Bear did creep<BR> +And dizzily the wheeling spheres went by.<BR> +They from their watch-towers in the topmost sky<BR> +Looked down upon the rest,<BR> +Nor eastward swerved nor west,<BR> +Though Procyon's candle dipped below the verge,<BR> +And the great twins of Leda 'gan decline<BR> +Toward the horizon line,<BR> +And prone Orion, sprawling headlong, urge<BR> +His flight into the far Pacific surge.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I heard a voice which said: "Those wonders bright<BR> +Are hung not on the hinges of the night;<BR> +But set to vaster harmonies, they run<BR> +Straight on, and turn not with the turning sphere,<BR> +Nor make an orbit about any sun.<BR> +No glass can track the courses that they steer,<BR> +By what dark paths they vanish and appear.<BR> +The starry flocks that still<BR> +Are climbing heaven's hill<BR> +Will pasture westward down its sloping lawn;<BR> +But yon wild herd of planets,—who can say<BR> +Through what far fields they stray,<BR> +Around what focus their ellipse is drawn,<BR> +Whose shining makes their transcendental dawn?"<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I told my vision to a learned man,<BR> +Who said: "On no celestial globe or plan<BR> +Can those unset, unrisen stars be found.<BR> +How might such uncomputed motions be<BR> +Among the ordered spheres? Heaven's clock is wound<BR> +To keep one time. Idle our dreams, and we,<BR> +Blown by the wind, as the light family<BR> +Of leaves." But still I dream,<BR> +And still those planets seem<BR> +Through heaven their high, unbending course to take;<BR> +And a voice cries: "Freedom and Truth are we,<BR> +And Immortality:<BR> +God is our sun." And though the morning break,<BR> +Across my soul still plays their shimmering wake.<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap064"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + ON GUARD +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +<I>O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop</I><BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em"><I>To help me after.—Romeo and Juliet.</I></SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +He has chosen the death that is easy<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And left me the life that is hard.</SPAN><BR> +He has emptied the cup to the lees, he<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Has left me alone to keep guard.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Remains not a drop in the beaker<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of the bitter-sweet cordial he quaffed:</SPAN><BR> +The strong has forsaken his weaker<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And stolen his anodyne draught.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The cause that he taught me to cherish,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The weapons he trained me to wield,</SPAN><BR> +He has given it over to perish<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And thrown down the sword and the shield.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O how shall the coward persever<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">When the hero slinks out of the fight;</SPAN><BR> +Or weakness keep up the endeavor<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Abandoned by desperate might?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The hour of stern trial has found me:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The sentinel fires are burnt low,</SPAN><BR> +And I hear in the shadows around me<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The stealthy approach of the foe.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Be it so then, my master, my leader:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">These helpless ones, dear to you, these</SPAN><BR> +Will I fend while I may, though I bleed, or<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Am beaten with blows to my knees.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Lo here, where your body lies fallen,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I draw from its scabbard the sword</SPAN><BR> +And raise it—how feebly!—and call on<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Your spirit, my captain, my lord.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The watch-fire is sunken to embers,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">With signals the darkness is starred.</SPAN><BR> +Let them come! There is one who remembers—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">There is one who will stand upon guard.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap066"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + SURSUM CORDA +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Take courage, heart. Why dost thou faint and falter?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Why is thy light turned darkness ere the noon?</SPAN><BR> +The wind blows west, no clouds the heaven alter,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Night comes not yet; with night, too, comes the moon.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Alas, alas! the dewy morwing weather,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The tender light that on the meadows lay,</SPAN><BR> +When Youth and Hope and I set out together,—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Light Youth, false Hope, that left me on the way!"</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Take courage yet; thou are not unattended:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">See Love and Peace keep step on either hand.</SPAN><BR> +How green the vales! The sky how blue! How splendid<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The strong white sunshine sleeps across the land!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +"Alas the thrushes' song hath long had ending<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I heard at dawn among the pine woods cool.</SPAN><BR> +The brook is still, whose rocky stair descending,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I drank at sunrise from each rosy pool."</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The noon is still; the songs of dawn are over;<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Yet turn not back to prove thy memories vain.</SPAN><BR> +The mist upon the hills canst thou recover,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Or bring to eastern skies the bloom again?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But courage still! Without return or swerving,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Across the globe's huge shadow keep the track,</SPAN><BR> +Till, unperceived, the slow meridian's curving,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">That leads thee onward, yet shall lead thee back,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +To stand again with daybreak on the mountains,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And, where the paths of night and morning meet,</SPAN><BR> +To drink once more of youth's forgotten fountains,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">When thou hast put the world between thy feet.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap068"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + LOVE, DEATH AND LIFE +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The warm wind comes in rushes,<BR> +The night is thick and sweet:<BR> +I cannot see the bushes—<BR> +The tall syringa bushes<BR> +Above the gate that meet,<BR> +Whose fallen blooms she crushes<BR> +Under her heedless feet;<BR> +But their heavy, rich perfume<BR> +Is round us in the gloom<BR> +Which lends its friendly cover<BR> +To bashful maid and lover:<BR> +Which cheats me of her blushes<BR> +But makes her kiss complete.<BR> +'Way down the village street<BR> +A lantern swings and dances<BR> +In front of the old church porch,<BR> +And throws its telltale glances<BR> +On the puddles and the plashes,<BR> +And flares in the wind like a torch,<BR> +And scatters sudden flashes<BR> +On the elm leaves overhead.<BR> +But you need have no dread<BR> +Of that harmless, far-off spark;<BR> +For the night is thick and dark,<BR> +O the dark is thick and sweet!<BR> +So, closer: let the beat<BR> +Of your heart encounter mine.<BR> +(How you tremble—like a leaf!)<BR> +O you do not need to fear<BR> +Any shame or any grief<BR> +While my arms around you twine<BR> +And the night wind pours its wine.<BR> +Come nearer, still more near;<BR> +Press closer, closer yet.<BR> +Your cheeks are warm and wet,<BR> +Like this wind from out the south,<BR> +And warm and wet your mouth;<BR> +And yon lantern won't discover<BR> +The maiden and her lover.<BR> +'Tis only the sexton, nothing more—<BR> +There was a funeral to-day—<BR> +The sexton locking the church door,<BR> +Locking it up and going away.<BR> +Why should it fall on a day like this?<BR> +What has death to do in a world of bliss?<BR> +O passionate black night!<BR> +O rush of the southern breeze,<BR> +Laden with blossoms and rain,<BR> +Asserter of life and its right,<BR> +Cherisher, breeder of things,<BR> +Swelling the sap in the trees,<BR> +Swelling the blood in the vein,<BR> +Filling the rivers and springs:<BR> +Whisper the girl at my side,<BR> +Quicken her pulse with thy breath,<BR> +Teach her the way of a bride,<BR> +Teach her to take and to give.<BR> +What hast thou to do with us, Death?<BR> +By God, we live!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap070"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + THE DYING PANTHEIST TO THE PRIEST +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Take your ivory Christ away:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No dying god shall have my knee,</SPAN><BR> +While live gods breathe in this wild wind<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And shout from yonder dashing sea.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When March brings back the Adonis flower<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">No more the white processions meet,</SPAN><BR> +With incense to the risen lord,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">About the pillared temple's feet.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +From tusk of boar, from thrust of spear<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The dead rise not. At Eastertide</SPAN><BR> +The same sun dances on their graves—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Love's darling and the Crucified.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Yet still the year's returning tide<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Flows greenly round each ruined plinth,</SPAN><BR> +Breaking on fallen shafts in foam<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Of crocus and of hyacinth:</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Tossing a spray of swallows high,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To flutter lightly on the breeze</SPAN><BR> +And fleck with tiny spots of shade<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The sunshine on the broken frieze.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I know the gray-green asphodels<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Still sheet the dim Elysian mead,</SPAN><BR> +And ever by dark Lethe's wells<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The poppy sheds her ghostly seed.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And once—O once!—when sunset lay<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Blood red across the winter sea,</SPAN><BR> +Where on the sands we drained our flasks<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And danced and cried our <I>Evoe</I>!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Among the tossing cakes of ice<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And spouting of the frozen spray,</SPAN><BR> +We saw their white limbs twist and whirl—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The ancient sea-gods at their play.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The gold-brown liquor burned my heart,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The icy tempest stung my brow:</SPAN><BR> +The twanging of Apollo's lyre—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I heard it as I hear it now.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O no, the old gods are not dead:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I think that they will never die;</SPAN><BR> +But, I, who lie upon this bed<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In mortal anguish—what am I?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A wave that rises with a breath<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Above the infinite watery plain,</SPAN><BR> +To foam and sparkle in the sun<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A moment ere it sink again.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The eternal undulation runs:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A man, I die: perchance to be,</SPAN><BR> +Next life, a white-throat on the wind,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">A daffodil on Tempe's lea.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +They lied who said that Pan was dead:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Life was, life is, and life shall be.</SPAN><BR> +So take away your crucifix—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">The everliving gods for me!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap072"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + THE UPLAND +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +We often go a-driving across the pleasant land,<BR> +In summer through the pine woods dark, or by the ocean strand;<BR> +But when the orchards blossom, and when the apples fall,<BR> +We seek the high hill country that props the mountain wall.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Old farms with mossed stone fences, old grassy roads that wind<BR> +Forever on and upward to higher fields behind,<BR> +By ancient bush-grown pastures, bestrewn with boulders gray,<BR> +And lonely meadow slopes that bear thin crops of upland hay.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +As, terrace over terrace, we climb the mountain stair,<BR> +More solitary grow the ways, more wild the farms and rare,<BR> +And slenderer in their rocky beds the singing brooks that go<BR> +Down-slipping to the valley stream a thousand feet below.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Above us and above us still the grim escarpments rise,<BR> +Till homeward we must turn at last, or ere the daylight dies,<BR> +And leave unscaled the summit height, the even ridge o'erhead,<BR> +Where smolder through the cedar screen the sunset embers red.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +What should we see, if once we won on that top step to stand?<BR> +A wondrous valley world beyond? A far-stretched tableland?<BR> +Almost it seems as though there lay the threshold of the sky,<BR> +And that the foot which crossed that sill would enter Heaven thereby.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And when, dear heart, the years have left us once again alone,<BR> +And from our empty nest the broods have scattered forth and flown,<BR> +Shall we not have the old horse round and take the well-known track<BR> +Into the high hill country, and never more come back?<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap074"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + THE REMAINDER +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Now faith is dead and hope is deadly sick,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And joy—dear joy—she died so long ago</SPAN><BR> +I have forgot her face; but these are quick,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Black care, and stinging shame, and bitter woe.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Then what is left in my Pandora's chest?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Courage is left, but mated with despair,</SPAN><BR> +Who should have wed with hope. Yet be ye blest—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Rise up and take your blessing, happy pair!</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I lay in thine, sad bride, this princely hand—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In all the world there is no nobler name—</SPAN><BR> +And thou, brave groom—though 'tis not what we planned—<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Take her, she will be true: be thou the same.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Courage and sorrow: might these two give birth?<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O thought too bold, O dream too sweet, too wild?</SPAN><BR> +Though joy—dear joy—be dead and cold in earth,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Her ghost is peace, and love is sorrow's child.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap075"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + THE PASTURE BARS +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +The hunted stag, now nearly spent,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Turns homeward to his lair:</SPAN><BR> +The wounded Bedouin seeks his tent<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And finds safe shelter there.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +So life returns upon its track:<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">We toil, we fight, we roam,</SPAN><BR> +Till the long shadows point us back,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And evening brings us home.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +To-night beside the pasture bars<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I heard the whippoorwill,</SPAN><BR> +While, one by one, the early stars<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Came out above the hill.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +I heard the tinkle of the spring,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">I heard the cattle pass</SPAN><BR> +Slow through the dusk, and lingering<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To crop the wayside grass.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +O weary world of fret and strife,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">O noisy years and vain,</SPAN><BR> +What have you paid me for my life<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Since last, along this lane,</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +A barefoot boy, I drove the cows<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">In summer twilights still,</SPAN><BR> +And paused beneath the orchard boughs<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">To list the whippoorwill?</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Come, peace of God, that passeth all<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Our understanding's sight:</SPAN><BR> +Fall on me with the dews that fall,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">And with the falling night.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Among these native hills and plains,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">By these baptismal streams,</SPAN><BR> +Wash off the city's fever stains,<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Bring back my boyhood's dreams.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Beside the doors where life began<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">Here let it find its close;</SPAN><BR> +And be its brief, remaining span<BR> +<SPAN STYLE="margin-left: 1em">All given to repose.</SPAN><BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap077"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> + THE RISING OF THE CURTAIN +</H3> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +We sit before the curtain, and we heed the pleasant bustle:<BR> +The ushers hastening up the aisles, the fans' and programmes' rustle;<BR> +The boy that cries librettos, and the soft, incessant sound<BR> +Of talking and low laughter that buzzes all around.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +How very old the drop-scene looks! A thousand times before<BR> +I've seen that blue paint dashing on that red distemper shore;<BR> +The castle and the guazzo sky, the very ilex-tree,—<BR> +They have been there a thousand years,—a thousand more shall be.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +All our lives we have been waiting for that weary daub to rise;<BR> +We have peeped behind its edges, "as if we were God's spies;"<BR> +We have listened for the signal; yet still, as in our youth,<BR> +The colored screen of matter hangs between us and the truth.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +When in my careless childhood I dwelt beside a wood,<BR> +I tired of the clearing where my father's cabin stood;<BR> +And of the wild young forest paths that coaxed me to explore,<BR> +Then dwindled down, or led me back to where I stood before.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +But through the woods before our door a wagon track went by,<BR> +Above whose utmost western edge there hung an open sky;<BR> +And there it seemed to make a plunge, or break off suddenly,<BR> +As though beneath that open sky it met the open sea.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Oh, often have I fancied, in the sunset's dreamy glow,<BR> +That mine eyes had caught the welter of the ocean waves below;<BR> +And the wind among the pine-tops, with its low and ceaseless roar,<BR> +Was but an echo from the surf on that imagined shore.<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +Alas! as I grew older, I found that road led down<BR> +To no more fair horizon than the squalid factory town:<BR> +So all life's purple distances, when nearer them I came,<BR> +Have played me still the same old cheat,—the same, the same, the same!<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +And when, O King, the heaven departeth as a scroll,<BR> +Wilt thou once more the promise break thou madest to my soul?<BR> +Shall I see thy feasting presence thronged with baron, knight, and page?<BR> +Or will the curtain rise upon a dark and empty stage?<BR> +</P> + +<P CLASS="poem"> +For lo, quick undulations across the canvas run;<BR> +The foot-lights brighten suddenly, the orchestra has done;<BR> +And through the expectant silence rings loud the prompter's bell;<BR> +The curtain shakes,—it rises. Farewell, dull world, farewell!<BR> +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR><BR> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Two Twilights, by Henry A. Beers + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TWO TWILIGHTS *** + +***** This file should be named 34741-h.htm or 34741-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/4/7/4/34741/ + +Produced by Al Haines + +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. Special rules, +set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to +copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to +protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project +Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you +charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you +do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the +rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose +such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and +research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do +practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is +subject to the trademark license, especially commercial +redistribution. + + + +*** START: FULL LICENSE *** + +THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE +PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK + +To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free +distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work +(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project +Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project +Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at +https://gutenberg.org/license). + + +Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic works + +1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to +and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property +(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all +the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy +all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. +If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the +terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or +entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. + +1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be +used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who +agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few +things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works +even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See +paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement +and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. See paragraph 1.E below. + +1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" +or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the +collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an +individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are +located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from +copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative +works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg +are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project +Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by +freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of +this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with +the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by +keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project +Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. + +1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern +what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in +a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check +the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement +before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or +creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project +Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning +the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United +States. + +1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: + +1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate +access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently +whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the +phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project +Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, +copied or distributed: + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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 + +1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived +from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is +posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied +and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees +or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work +with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the +work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 +through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the +Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or +1.E.9. + +1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted +with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution +must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional +terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked +to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the +permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. + +1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this +work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. + +1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this +electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without +prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with +active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project +Gutenberg-tm License. + +1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, +compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any +word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or +distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than +"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version +posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), +you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a +copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon +request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other +form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. + +1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, +performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works +unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. + +1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing +access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided +that + +- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from + the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method + you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is + owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he + has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the + Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments + must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you + prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax + returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and + sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the + address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to + the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." + +- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies + you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he + does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm + License. You must require such a user to return or + destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium + and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of + Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any + money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the + electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days + of receipt of the work. + +- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free + distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set +forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from +both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael +Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the +Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. + +1.F. + +1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable +effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread +public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm +collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain +"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or +corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual +property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a +computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by +your equipment. + +1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right +of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project +Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all +liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal +fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT +LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE +PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1.F.3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE +TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE +LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR +INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH +DAMAGE. + +1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a +defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can +receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a +written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you +received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with +your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with +the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a +refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity +providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to +receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy +is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further +opportunities to fix the problem. + +1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth +in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER +WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO +WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. + +1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied +warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. +If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the +law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be +interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by +the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any +provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. + +1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the +trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone +providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance +with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, +promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, +harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, +that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do +or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm +work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any +Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. + + +Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm + +Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of +electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers +including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists +because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from +people in all walks of life. + +Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the +assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's +goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will +remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure +and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. +To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation +and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 +and the Foundation web page at https://www.pglaf.org. + + +Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive +Foundation + +The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit +501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the +state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal +Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification +number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at +https://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent +permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. + +The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. +Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered +throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at +809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email +business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact +information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official +page at https://pglaf.org + +For additional contact information: + Dr. Gregory B. Newby + Chief Executive and Director + gbnewby@pglaf.org + + +Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation + +Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide +spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of +increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be +freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest +array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations +($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt +status with the IRS. + +The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating +charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United +States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a +considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up +with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations +where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To +SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any +particular state visit https://pglaf.org + +While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we +have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition +against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who +approach us with offers to donate. + +International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make +any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from +outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. + +Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation +methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other +ways including including checks, online payments and credit card +donations. To donate, please visit: https://pglaf.org/donate + + +Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. + +Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm +concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared +with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project +Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. + + +Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. +unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily +keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. + + +Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: + + https://www.gutenberg.org + +This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, +including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary +Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to +subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. + + +</pre> + +</BODY> + +</HTML> + |