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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: The House of the Trees & Other Poems - -Author: Ethelwyn Wetherald - -Release Date: June 30, 2016 [EBook #52448] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HOUSE OF THE TREES *** - - - - -Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="318" height="500" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/front_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/front.jpg" width="260" height="500" alt="portrait of the author." title="" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i_title_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i_title.jpg" width="256" height="500" alt="THE HOUSE OF THE TREES -& OTHER POEMS - -· ETHELWYN · -· WETHERALD · - -LAMSON, WOLFFE & CO. -BOSTON AND NEW YORK -WILLIAM BRIGGS, TORONTO" title="" /></a> -</div> - -<p class="cb"> -Copyright, 1895,<br /> -By Lamson, Wolffe, & Co.<br /> -All rights reserved.<br /> -<br /><br /> -To F. B.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p>Many of the poems in this volume are printed here for the first time; -several, however, have appeared in either the “New York Independent,” -the “New England Magazine,” the “Youth’s Companion,” the “Toronto Week,” -or the “Travelers’ Record,” and to their editors thanks are due for -permission to reprint them.</p> -</div> - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>Contents</h2> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_HOUSE_OF_THE_TREES">The House of the Trees</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_3">Page 3</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_SUN_ON_THE_TREES">The Sun on the Trees</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_4">4</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#MOONLIGHT">Moonlight</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_5">5</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#PINE_NEEDLES">Pine Needles</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_6">6</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_SOUND_OF_THE_AXE">The Sound of the Axe</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_7">7</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_PRAYER_OF_THE_YEAR">The Prayer of the Year</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_9">9</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_HAY_FIELD">The Hay Field</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_10">10</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#TWILIGHT">Twilight</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_12">12</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_SKY_PATH">The Sky Path</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_13">13</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#FALL_AND_SPRING">Fall and Spring</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_14">14</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_WOODSIDE_WAY">The Woodside Way</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_15">15</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#A_RAINY_DAY">A Rainy Day</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_16">16</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#WHEN_TWILIGHT_COMES">When Twilight Comes</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_17">17</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#LEAFLESS_APRIL">Leafless April</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_18">18</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_VISITORS">The Visitors</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_19">19</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#AUTUMN_DAYS">Autumn Days</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_20">20</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#WOODLAND_WORSHIP">Woodland Worship</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_21">21</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#WHEN_DAYS_ARE_LONG">When Days Are Long</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_22">22</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#OUT_OF_DOORS">Out of Doors</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_23">23</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#MAKE_ROOM">Make Room</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_24">24</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_HUMMING_BIRD">The Humming Bird</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_25">25</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#SEPTEMBER">September</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_26">26</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_MARCH_ORCHARD">The March Orchard</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_28">28</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_BLIND_MAN">The Blind Man</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_30">30</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#TO_THE_OCTOBER_WIND">To the October Wind</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_32">32</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#A_MIDDAY_IN_MIDSUMMER">A Midday in Midsummer</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_33">33</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#A_SLOW_RAIN">A Slow Rain</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_35">35</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_PATIENT_EARTH">The Patient Earth</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_36">36</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#AT_DAWN">At Dawn</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_39">39</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#IN_THE_CROWD">In the Crowd</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_41">41</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#BY_FIELDS_OF_GRASS">By Fields of Grass</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_42">42</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#OCTOBER">October</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_43">43</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#WINTER">Winter</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_44">44</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_SNOW-STORM">The Snow-Storm</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_45">45</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#TO_FEBRUARY">To February</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_46">46</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#REST">Rest</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_47">47</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_SHY_SUN">The Shy Sun</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_48">48</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#IN_APRIL">In April</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_49">49</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#APPLE_BLOSSOMS">Apple Blossoms</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_50">50</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_BIG_MOON">The Big Moon</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_51">51</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_TWINS">The Twins</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_53">53</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#AUTUMN_FIRE">Autumn Fire</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_55">55</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#IN_THE_GRASS">In the Grass</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_56">56</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_FIELDS_OF_DARK">The Fields of Dark</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_57">57</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#CHILDREN_IN_THE_CITY">Children in the City</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_59">59</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#WHERE_PLEASURES_GROW">Where Pleasures Grow</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_60">60</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#IN_THE_HEART_OF_THE_WOODS">In the Heart of the Woods</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_61">61</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#FROST">Frost</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_62">62</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_CHIPMUNK">The Chipmunk</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_63">63</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#GIVE_ME_THE_POOREST_WEED">Give Me the Poorest Weed</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_64">64</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_WEEKS_THAT_WALK_IN_GREEN">The Weeks that Walk in Green</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_65">65</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#NOONDAY_OF_THE_YEAR">Noonday of the Year</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_66">66</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#AT_THE_WINDOW">At the Window</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_68">68</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#COME_BACK_AGAIN">Come Back Again</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_69">69</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#A_RAINY_MORNING">A Rainy Morning</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_71">71</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#JUNE_APPLES">June Apples</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_72">72</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#BEGINNING_AND_END">Beginning and End</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_73">73</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#NOT_AT_HOME">Not at Home</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_75">75</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_WIND_OF_MEMORY">The Wind of Memory</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_76">76</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#PHILIPPA">Philippa</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_78">78</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_STUDENT">The Student</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_79">79</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#UNSPOKEN">Unspoken</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_80">80</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#UNDER_THE_KING">Under the King</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_83">83</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_SECRET">The Secret</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_84">84</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#LIMITATION">Limitation</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_85">85</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THREE_YEARS_OLD">Three Years Old</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_86">86</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#SOMETIME_I_FEAR">Sometime, I Fear</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_88">88</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#JOY">Joy</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_89">89</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#IN_THE_DARK">In the Dark</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_91">91</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#WORDS">Words</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_92">92</a></td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#THE_WIND_OF_DEATH">The Wind of Death</a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#PAGE_93">93</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_3" id="PAGE_3"></a>{3}</span></p> - -<h1>The House of the Trees</h1> - -<h2><a name="THE_HOUSE_OF_THE_TREES" id="THE_HOUSE_OF_THE_TREES"></a>The House of the Trees</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrao">O</span><b>PE</b> your doors and take me in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spirit of the wood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wash me clean of dust and din,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Clothe me in your mood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Take me from the noisy light<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the sunless peace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where at midday standeth Night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Signing Toil’s release.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All your dusky twilight stores<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To my senses give;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take me in and lock the doors,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Show me how to live.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lift your leafy roof for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Part your yielding walls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let me wander lingeringly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through your scented halls.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ope your doors and take me in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spirit of the wood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take me—make me next of kin<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To your leafy brood.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_4" id="PAGE_4"></a>{4}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_SUN_ON_THE_TREES" id="THE_SUN_ON_THE_TREES"></a>The Sun on the Trees</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> sun within the leafy woods<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is like a midday moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So soft upon these solitudes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is bent the face of noon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Loosed from the outside summer blaze<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A few gold arrows stray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A vagrant brilliance droops or plays<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through all the dusky day.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The gray trunk feels a touch of light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While, where dead leaves are deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A gleam of sunshine golden white<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lies like a soul asleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And just beyond dank-rooted ferns,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where darkening hemlocks sigh<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And leaves are dim, the bare road burns<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath a dazzling sky.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_5" id="PAGE_5"></a>{5}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="MOONLIGHT" id="MOONLIGHT"></a>Moonlight</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraw">W</span><b>HEN</b> I see the ghost of night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stealing through my window-pane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silken sleep and silver light<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Struggle for my soul in vain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Silken sleep all balmily<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Breathes upon my lids oppressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till I sudden start to see<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ghostly fingers on my breast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">White and skyey visitant,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bringing beauty such as stings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All my inner soul to pant<br /></span> -<span class="i2">After undiscovered things,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spare me this consummate pain!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Silken weavings intercreep<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round my senses once again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I am mortal—let me sleep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_6" id="PAGE_6"></a>{6}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PINE_NEEDLES" id="PINE_NEEDLES"></a>Pine Needles</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrah">H</span><b>ERE</b> where the pine tree to the ground<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lets slip its fragrant load,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My footsteps fall without a sound<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon a velvet road.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O poet pine, that turns thy gaze<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Alone unto the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How softly on earth’s common ways<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy sweet thoughts fall and lie!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So sweet, so deep, seared by the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And smitten by the rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They pierce the heart of every one<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With fragrance keen as pain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Or if some pass nor heed their sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor feel their subtle dart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their softness stills the noisy feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And stills the noisy heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O poet pine, thy needles high<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In starry light abode,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now for footsore passers-by<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They make a velvet road.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_7" id="PAGE_7"></a>{7}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_SOUND_OF_THE_AXE" id="THE_SOUND_OF_THE_AXE"></a>The Sound of the Axe</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraw">W</span><b>ITH</b> the sound of an axe on the light wind’s tracks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For my only company,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a speck of sky like a human eye<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blue, bending over me,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I lie at rest on the low moss pressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose loose leaves downward drip;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As light they move as a word of love<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or a finger to the lip.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Neath the canopies of the sunbright trees<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pierced by an Autumn ray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To rich red flakes the old log breaks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In exquisite decay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">While in the pines where no sun shines<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perpetual morning lies.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What bed more sweet could stay her feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or hold her dreaming eyes?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No sound is there in the middle air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But sudden wings that soar,<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_8" id="PAGE_8"></a>{8}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">As a strange bird’s cry goes drifting by—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then I hear once more<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That sound of an axe till the great tree cracks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then a crash comes as if all<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winds that through its bright leaves blew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were sorrowing in its fall.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_9" id="PAGE_9"></a>{9}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_PRAYER_OF_THE_YEAR" id="THE_PRAYER_OF_THE_YEAR"></a>The Prayer of the Year</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letral">L</span><b>EAVE</b> me Hope when I am old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strip my joys from me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let November to the cold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bare each leafy tree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chill my lover, dull my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only, while I grope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the dark the silent end,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Leave me Hope!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Blight my bloom when I am old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bid my sunlight cease;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it need be from my hold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Take the hand of Peace.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave no springtime memory,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But upon the slope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the days that are to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Leave me Hope!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_10" id="PAGE_10"></a>{10}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_HAY_FIELD" id="THE_HAY_FIELD"></a>The Hay Field</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraw">W</span><b>ITH</b> slender arms outstretching in the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The grass lies dead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind walks tenderly, and stirs not one<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Frail, fallen head.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of baby creepings through the April day<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Where streamlets wend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of childlike dancing on the breeze of May,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">This is the end.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No more these tiny forms are bathed in dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">No more they reach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hold with leaves that shade them from the blue<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A whispered speech.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No more they part their arms, and wreathe them close<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Again to shield<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some love-full little nest—a dainty house<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hid in a field.<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_11" id="PAGE_11"></a>{11}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For them no more the splendor of the storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The fair delights<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of moon and star-shine, glimmering faint and warm<br /></span> -<span class="i4">On summer nights.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their little lives they yield in summer death,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And frequently<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Across the field bereaved their dying breath<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is brought to me.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_12" id="PAGE_12"></a>{12}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TWILIGHT" id="TWILIGHT"></a>Twilight</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">I</span> <b>SAW</b> her walking in the rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sweetly drew she nigh;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then she crossed the hills again<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To bid the day good-by.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Good-by! good-by!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The world is dim as sorrow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But close beside the morning sky<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ll say a glad Good-morrow!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O dweller in the darling wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When near to death I lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come from your leafy solitude,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And bid my soul good-by.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good-by! good-by!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The world is dim as sorrow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But close beside the morning sky<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O say a glad Good-morrow!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_13" id="PAGE_13"></a>{13}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_SKY_PATH" id="THE_SKY_PATH"></a>The Sky Path</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">I</span> <b>HEAR</b> the far moon’s silver call<br /></span> -<span class="i2">High in the upper wold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shepherd-like it gathers all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My thoughts into its fold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh happy thoughts, that wheresoe’er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They wander through the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come home at eve to upper air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Along a shining way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Though some are weary, some are torn,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And some are fain to grieve,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And some the freshness of the morn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have kept until the eve,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And some perversely seek to roam<br /></span> -<span class="i2">E’en from their shepherd bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet all are gathered safely home,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And folded for the night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh happy thoughts, that with the streams<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The trees and meadows share<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky path to the gate of dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In their white shepherd’s care.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_14" id="PAGE_14"></a>{14}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="FALL_AND_SPRING" id="FALL_AND_SPRING"></a>Fall and Spring</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">F</span><b>ROM</b> the time the wind wakes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the time of snowflakes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That’s the time the heart aches<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Every cloudy day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That’s the time the heart takes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thought of all its heart-breaks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That’s the time the heart makes<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Life a cloudy way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From the time the grass creeps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the time the wind sleeps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That’s the time the heart leaps<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To the golden ray;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That’s the time that joy sweeps<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the depths of heart-deeps,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That’s the time the heart keeps<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Happy holiday.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_15" id="PAGE_15"></a>{15}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_WOODSIDE_WAY" id="THE_WOODSIDE_WAY"></a>The Woodside Way</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">I</span> <b>WANDERED</b> down the woodside way,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where branching doors ope with the breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And saw a little child at play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the strong and lovely trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dead leaves rustled to her knees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her hair and eyes were brown as they.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Oh, little child,” I softly said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You come a long, long way to me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The trees that tower overhead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are here in sweet reality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But you’re the child I used to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the leaves of May you tread.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_16" id="PAGE_16"></a>{16}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_RAINY_DAY" id="A_RAINY_DAY"></a>A Rainy Day</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">I</span><b>T</b> has been twilight all the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as the twilight peace<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On daily fetters seems to lay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The finger of release,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So, needless as to tree and flower<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seem care and fear and pain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our hearts grow fresher every hour,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And brighten in the rain.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_17" id="PAGE_17"></a>{17}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="WHEN_TWILIGHT_COMES" id="WHEN_TWILIGHT_COMES"></a>When Twilight Comes</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span><b>LL</b> out of doors for all life’s way,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fields and the woods and the good sunlight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then in the chill of the evening gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sheltered nook and the hearth-fire bright.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No hearth, no shelter attend my way!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not late, dear life, linger not too late;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But before the chill and before the gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let the sunset gild the grave-stone date.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_18" id="PAGE_18"></a>{18}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LEAFLESS_APRIL" id="LEAFLESS_APRIL"></a>Leafless April</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letral">L</span><b>EAFLESS</b> April chased by light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Chased by dark and full of laughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stays a moment in her flight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the warmest breezes waft her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the meadow brook to lean,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or where winter rye is growing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Showing in a lovelier green<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where her wayward steps are going.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Blithesome April brown and warm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Showing slimness through her tatters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Chased by sun or chased by storm—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not a whit to her it matters.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swiftly through the violet bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Down to where the stream is flooding<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light she flits—and round her head<br /></span> -<span class="i2">See the orchard branches budding!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_19" id="PAGE_19"></a>{19}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_VISITORS" id="THE_VISITORS"></a>The Visitors</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">I</span><b>N</b> the room where I was sleeping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sun came to the floor;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its silent thought went leaping<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To where in woods of yore<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It felt the sun before.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At noon the rain was slanting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In gray lines from the west;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hurried child all panting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It pattered to my nest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And smiled when sun-caressed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At eve the wind was flying<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bird-like from bed to chair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of brown leaves sere and dying<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It brought enough to spare,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dropped them here and there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At night-time without warning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I felt almost to pain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul of the sun in the morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the soul of the wind and rain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In my sleeping-room remain.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_20" id="PAGE_20"></a>{20}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="AUTUMN_DAYS" id="AUTUMN_DAYS"></a>Autumn Days</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span><b>UTUMN</b> days are sun crowned,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Full of laughing breath;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light their leafy feet are dancing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Down the way to death.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Scarlet-shrouded to the grave<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I watch them gayly go;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So may I as blithely die<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before November snow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_21" id="PAGE_21"></a>{21}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="WOODLAND_WORSHIP" id="WOODLAND_WORSHIP"></a>Woodland Worship</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrah">H</span><b>ERE</b> ’mid these leafy walls<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are sylvan halls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the Sabbaths of the year<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are gathered here.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon their raptured mood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My steps intrude,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then wait—as some freed soul might wait<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At heaven’s gate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nowhere on earth—nowhere<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On sea or air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do I as easily escape<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This earthly shape,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As here upon the white<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dizzy height<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of utmost worship, where it seems<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Too still for dreams.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_22" id="PAGE_22"></a>{22}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="WHEN_DAYS_ARE_LONG" id="WHEN_DAYS_ARE_LONG"></a>When Days Are Long</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraw">W</span><b>HEN</b> twilight late delayeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And morning wakes in song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fields are full of daisies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know the days are long;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Toil is stretched at nooning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where leafy pleasures throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When nights o’errun in music,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know the days are long.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When suns afoot are marching,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rains are quick and strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And streams speak in a whisper,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know the days are long.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When hills are clad in velvet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And winds can do no wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And woods are deep and dusky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know the days are long.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_23" id="PAGE_23"></a>{23}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="OUT_OF_DOORS" id="OUT_OF_DOORS"></a>Out of Doors</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">I</span><b>N</b> the urgent solitudes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lies the spur to larger moods;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the friendship of the trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dwell all sweet serenities.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_24" id="PAGE_24"></a>{24}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="MAKE_ROOM" id="MAKE_ROOM"></a>Make Room</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrar">R</span><b>OOM</b> for the children out of doors,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For heads of gold or gloom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For raspberry lips and rose-leaf cheeks and palms,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Make room—make room!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Room for the springtime out of doors,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For buds in green or bloom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For every brown bare-handed country weed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Make room—make room!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Room for earth’s sweetest out of doors,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And for its worst a tomb;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For housed-up griefs and fears, and scorns, and sighs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">No room—no room!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_25" id="PAGE_25"></a>{25}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_HUMMING_BIRD" id="THE_HUMMING_BIRD"></a>The Humming Bird</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span><b>GAINST</b> my window-pane<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He plunges at a mass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of buds—and strikes in vain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The intervening glass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O sprite of wings and fire<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Outstretching eagerly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My soul with like desire<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To probe thy mystery,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Comes close as breast to bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As bud to hot heart-beat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gains no inner room,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And drains no hidden sweet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_26" id="PAGE_26"></a>{26}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="SEPTEMBER" id="SEPTEMBER"></a>September</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrab">B</span><b>UT</b> yesterday all faint for breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Summer laid her down to die;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now her frail ghost wandereth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In every breeze that loiters by.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her wilted prisoners look up,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As wondering who hath broke their chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too deep they drank of summer’s cup,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They have no strength to rise again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How swift the trees, their mistress gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Enrobe themselves for revelry!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ungovernable winds upon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wold are dancing merrily.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With crimson fruits and bursting nuts,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And whirling leaves and flushing streams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The spirit of September cuts<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Adrift from August’s languid dreams.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A little while the revellers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall flame and flaunt and have their day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then will come the messengers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who travel on a cloudy way.<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_27" id="PAGE_27"></a>{27}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And after them a form of light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sense of iron in the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the pulse a touch of might<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And winter’s legions everywhere.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_28" id="PAGE_28"></a>{28}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_MARCH_ORCHARD" id="THE_MARCH_ORCHARD"></a>The March Orchard</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrag">U</span><b>NLEAVED</b>, undrooping, still, they stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This stanch and patient pilgrim band;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">October robbed them of their fruit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">November stripped them to the root,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winter smote their helplessness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With furious ire and stormy stress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now they seem almost to stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sight of Summer’s Promised Land.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet seen through frosty window-panes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When bared and bound in wintry chains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their lightsome spirits seemed to play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With February as with May.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The snow that turned the skies afrown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enwrapt them in the softest down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rains that dulled the landscape o’er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But left them livelier than before.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But now this June-like day of March<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With patient strength their branches arch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not as unmindful of the breeze<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That makes midsummer melodies,<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_29" id="PAGE_29"></a>{29}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But knowing Spring a fickle maid,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that rough days must dawn and fade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before, all blossoming bright, they stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sight of Summer’s Promised Land.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_30" id="PAGE_30"></a>{30}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_BLIND_MAN" id="THE_BLIND_MAN"></a>The Blind Man</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> blind man at his window bars<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stands in the morning dewy dim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lily-footed dawn, the stars<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That wait for it, are naught to him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And naught to his unseeing eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The brownness of a sunny plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where worn and drowsy August lies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And wakens but to sleep again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And naught to him a greening slope,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That yearns up to the heights above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And naught the leaves of May, that ope<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As softly as the eyes of love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And naught to him the branching aisles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Athrong with woodland worshippers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And naught the fields where summer smiles<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Among her sunburned laborers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The way a trailing streamlet goes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The barefoot grasses on its brim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dew a flower cup o’erflows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With silent joy, are hid from him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_31" id="PAGE_31"></a>{31}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To him no breath of nature calls;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon his desk his work is laid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He looks up at the dingy walls,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And listens to the voice of Trade.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_32" id="PAGE_32"></a>{32}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TO_THE_OCTOBER_WIND" id="TO_THE_OCTOBER_WIND"></a>To the October Wind</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrao">O</span><b>LD</b> playmate, showering the way<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With thick leaf storms in red and gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m only six years old to-day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You’ve made me feel but six years old.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In yellow gown and scarlet hood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I whirled, a leaf among the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or lay within the thinning wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And played that you were Red-of-breast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Old comrade, lift me up again;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your arms are strong, your feet are swift,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bear me lightly down the lane<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through all the leaves that drift and drift,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And out into the twilight wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lay me softly down to rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And cover me just as you would<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If you were really Red-of-breast.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_33" id="PAGE_33"></a>{33}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_MIDDAY_IN_MIDSUMMER" id="A_MIDDAY_IN_MIDSUMMER"></a>A Midday in Midsummer</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> sky’s great curtains downward steal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The earth’s fair company<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of trees and streams and meadows feel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A sense of privacy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Upon the vast expanse of heat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Light-footed breezes pace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To waves of gold they tread the wheat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They lift the sunflower’s face.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The cruel sun is blotted out,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The west is black with rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The drooping leaves in mingled doubt<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And hope look up again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The weeds and grass on tiptoe stand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A strange exultant thrill<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Prepares the dazed uncertain land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the wild tempest’s will.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind grows big and breathes aloud<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As it runs hurrying past;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At one sharp blow the thunder-cloud<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lets loose the furious blast.<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_34" id="PAGE_34"></a>{34}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The earth is beaten, drenched and drowned,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The elements go mad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swift streams of joy flow o’er the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the leaves are glad.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then comes a momentary lull,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The darkest clouds are furled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lo, new washed and beautiful<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And breathless gleams the world.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_35" id="PAGE_35"></a>{35}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_SLOW_RAIN" id="A_SLOW_RAIN"></a>A Slow Rain</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span> <b>DROWSY</b> rain is stealing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In slowness without stop;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun-dried earth is feeling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its coolness, drop by drop.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The clouds are slowly wasting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their too long garnered store,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each thirsty clod is tasting<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One drop—and then one more.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, ravishing as slumber<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To wearied limbs and eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And countless as the number<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of stars in wintry skies,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And sweet as the caresses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By baby fingers made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These delicate rain kisses<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On leaf and flower and blade.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_36" id="PAGE_36"></a>{36}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_PATIENT_EARTH" id="THE_PATIENT_EARTH"></a>The Patient Earth</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> patient earth that loves the grass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The flocks and herds that o’er it pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That guards the smallest summer nest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within her scented bosom pressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gives to beetle, moth, and bee<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A lavish hospitality,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still waits through weary years to bind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hearts of suffering human kind.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrah">H</span><b>OW</b> far we roamed away from her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tender mother of us all!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet ’mid the city’s noises stir<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sound of birds that call and call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wind melodies that rise and fall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Along the perfumed woodland wall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We looked upon with childhood’s eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ugly streets are all a blur,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in our hearts are homesick cries.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_37" id="PAGE_37"></a>{37}</span></p> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> loving earth that roots the trees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So closely to her inmost heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has rooted us as well as these,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not long from her we live apart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We draw upon a lengthening string,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For months perhaps, perhaps for years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And plume ourselves that we are free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then—we hear a robin sing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where starving grass shows stunted spears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or haycart moving fragrantly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where creaking tavern sign-boards swing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then closer, tighter draws the chain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The man, too old and worn for tears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goes back to be a child again.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> greed that took us prisoner<br /></span> -<span class="i0">First led our steps away from her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For lust of gold we gave up life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sank heart-deep in worldly strife.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when Success—belovèd name—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last with faltering footsteps came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The city’s rough, harsh imps of sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Competition’s crush and cheat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were in her wreath securely bound;<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_38" id="PAGE_38"></a>{38}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her fruits still savored of the street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Its choking dust, its wearied feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her poorest like her richest prize<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was rotted o’er with envious eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sickened with the human heat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of hands that strove to clutch it fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And struggling gave it up at last.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not so where nature summer-crowned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Makes fields and woods a pleasure-ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sky-blest, wind-kissed, and circled round<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With waters lapsing cool and sweet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrao">O</span> <b>EARTH</b>, sweet Mother, take us back!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With woodland strength and orchard joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And river peace without alloy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flood us who on the city’s track<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have followed stifling sordid years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cleanse us with dew and meadow rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till life’s horizon lights and clears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nature claims us once again.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_39" id="PAGE_39"></a>{39}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="AT_DAWN" id="AT_DAWN"></a>At Dawn</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span> <b>SPIRIT</b> through<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My window came when earth was soft with dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Close at the tender edge of dawn when all<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The spring was new,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i3">And bore me back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Along her rose-and-starry tinted track,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And showed me how the full-winged day emerged<br /></span> -<span class="i4">From out the black.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">She knew the speech<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of all the deep-pink blossoms of the peach,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Told in my ear the meanings of the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The thoughts of each;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Explained to me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The language of the bird and frog and bee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The messages the streams and rivers take<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Unto the sea.<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_40" id="PAGE_40"></a>{40}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Alas! Alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have forgot. The dream did from me pass.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know not e’en the meaning dear and sweet<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of common grass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">And now when I<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roam this strange earth beneath a stranger sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soft syllables of that forgotten speech<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Faint as a sigh,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Come back again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sweet solicitings that urge like pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And brood like love—as full of light and dark<br /></span> -<span class="i4">As April rain.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_41" id="PAGE_41"></a>{41}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="IN_THE_CROWD" id="IN_THE_CROWD"></a>In the Crowd</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrah">H</span><b>ERE</b> in the crowded city’s busy street,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Swayed by the eager, jostling, hasting throng,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where Traffic’s voice grows harsher and more strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see within the stream of hurrying feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A company of trees in their retreat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dew-bathed, dream-wrapped, and with a thrush’s song<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Emparadising all the place, along<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose paths I hear the pulse of Beauty beat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Twas yesterday I walked beneath the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To-day I tread the city’s stony ways;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And still the spell that o’er my spirit came<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turns harshest sounds to shy bird ecstasies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pours scent of pine through murky chimney haze,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And gives each careworn face a woodland frame.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_42" id="PAGE_42"></a>{42}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="BY_FIELDS_OF_GRASS" id="BY_FIELDS_OF_GRASS"></a>By Fields of Grass</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrab">B</span><b>Y</b> fields of grass and woodland silences<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The city’s tumult is encamped around;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The jingling, clanging, shrieking fiends of sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Expire within the wide world-circling breeze.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soul amid a multitude of trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or grass enveloped on the fragrant ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is lifted to its utmost starry round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And listens to celestial harmonies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From this unspeakably divine rebirth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Its sordid life returning shows through rifts<br /></span> -<span class="i4">How purely spreads the sky, how musical<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The streams and breezes flow across the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How light the tree its fruity load uplifts,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">How easily the weed is beautiful.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_43" id="PAGE_43"></a>{43}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="OCTOBER" id="OCTOBER"></a>October</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span><b>GAINST</b> the winter’s heav’n of white the blood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of earth runs very quick and hot to-day;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A storm of fiery leaves are out at play<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Around the lingering sunset of the wood.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where rows of blackberries unnoticed stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Run streams of ruddy color wildly gay;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The golden lane half dreaming picks its way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through ’whelming vines, as through a gleaming flood.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O warm, outspoken earth, a little space<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against thy beating heart my heart shall beat,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A little while they twain shall bleed and burn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the cold touch and the gray, gray face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The frozen pulse, the drifted winding-sheet,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And speechlessness, and the chill burial urn.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_44" id="PAGE_44"></a>{44}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="WINTER" id="WINTER"></a>Winter</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">N</span><b>OW</b> that the earth has hid her lovely brood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of green things in her breast safe out of sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all the trees have stripped them for the fight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winter comes with wild winds singing rude<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hoarse battle songs—so furious in feud<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That nothing lives that has not felt their bite.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They sound a trumpet in the dead of night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That makes more solitary solitude.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Against the forest doors how fierce they beat!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against the porch, against the school-bound boy<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With crimson cheek bent to his shaggy coat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The earth is pale but steadfast, hearing sweet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But far—how far away! the stream of joy<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Outpouring from a bluebird’s tender throat.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_45" id="PAGE_45"></a>{45}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_SNOW-STORM" id="THE_SNOW-STORM"></a>The Snow-Storm</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> great, soft, downy snow-storm like a cloak<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Descends to wrap the lean world head to feet;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It gives the dead another winding-sheet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It buries all the roofs until the smoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seems like a soul that from its clay has broke;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It broods moon-like upon the Autumn wheat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And visits all the trees in their retreat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To hood and mantle that poor shiv’ring folk.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With wintry bloom it fills the harshest grooves<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In jagged pine stump fences. Every sound<br /></span> -<span class="i4">It hushes to the footstep of a nun.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet Charity! that brightens where it moves,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Inducing darkest bits of churlish ground<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To give a radiant answer to the sun.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_46" id="PAGE_46"></a>{46}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TO_FEBRUARY" id="TO_FEBRUARY"></a>To February</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrao">O</span> <b>MASTER-BUILDER</b>, blustering as you go<br /></span> -<span class="i2">About your giant work, transforming all<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The empty woods into a glittering hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And making lilac lanes and footpaths grow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As hard as iron under stubborn snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though every fence stand forth a marble wall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And windy hollows drift to arches tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There comes a might that shall your might o’erthrow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Build high your white and dazzling palaces,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Strengthen your bridges, fortify your towers,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Storm with a loud and a portentous lip;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And April with a fragmentary breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And half a score of gentle, golden hours,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Shall leave no trace of your stern workmanship.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_47" id="PAGE_47"></a>{47}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="REST" id="REST"></a>Rest</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">F</span><b>ROM</b> the depths of dreams I am drawn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the inner depth of a pine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That near my window keeps the dawn—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A dawn that is wholly mine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dream-rest and pine-rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a cool, gray path between—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cool, gray path from the night’s breast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the heart of the living green.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To the depths of dreams I go<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the sounds of falling rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That in the night-time gently flow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a stream on my window-pane.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stream-rest and dream-rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a cool, dark path between—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cool, dark path from the rain’s breast<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the heart of the soft unseen.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_48" id="PAGE_48"></a>{48}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_SHY_SUN" id="THE_SHY_SUN"></a>The Shy Sun</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> sun went with me to the wood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lingered at the door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One glance he gave from where he stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But dared not venture more,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nor knew that in the heart of her<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who felt his presence nigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His love was all the lovelier<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because his look was shy.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_49" id="PAGE_49"></a>{49}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="IN_APRIL" id="IN_APRIL"></a>In April</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraw">W</span><b>HEN</b> Spring unbound comes o’er us like a flood,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">My spirit slips its bars,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And thrills to see the trees break into bud<br /></span> -<span class="i4">As skies break into stars;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And joys that earth is green with eager grass,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The heavens gray with rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And quickens when the spirit breezes pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And turn and pass again;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And dreams upon frog melodies at night,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Bird ecstasies at dawn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wakes to find sweet April at her height<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And May still beck’ning on;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And feels its sordid work, its empty play,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Its failures and its stains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dissolved in blossom dew, and washed away<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In delicate spring rains.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_50" id="PAGE_50"></a>{50}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="APPLE_BLOSSOMS" id="APPLE_BLOSSOMS"></a>Apple Blossoms</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span><b>MID</b> the young year’s breathing hopes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When eager grasses wrap the earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I see on greening orchard slopes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The blossoms trembling into birth.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They open wide their rosy palms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To feel the hesitating rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or beg a longed-for golden alms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From skies that deep in clouds have lain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They mingle with the bluebird’s songs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And with the warm wind’s reverie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sward and stream their snow belongs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To neighboring pines in flocks they flee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O doubly crowned, with breathing hopes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The branches bending down to earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That feel on greening orchard slopes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their blossoms trembling into birth.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_51" id="PAGE_51"></a>{51}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_BIG_MOON" id="THE_BIG_MOON"></a>The Big Moon</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> big moon came to the edge of the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And pierced me with its dart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I strove to put its brightness by<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before it burned my heart.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wrapped the windows thick and well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I closely barred the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The light of my penny candles fell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On low-built wall and floor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The little room and the little light<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Began to comfort me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I heard—I heard the golden night<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Call like a sounding sea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I knew the moon swam in the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the earth swam in the moon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I went outside in the grass to lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To yield to the deadly swoon.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My soul was filled with white moon rain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till it ran o’er and o’er,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My soul was thrilled with bright moon pain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till it could bear no more;<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_52" id="PAGE_52"></a>{52}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I stole back through the curtained gloom<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Up stairs unlit and steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in a low-ceiled darkened room<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My hurt was healed with sleep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_53" id="PAGE_53"></a>{53}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_TWINS" id="THE_TWINS"></a>The Twins</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> old man and his apple-tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are verging close on eighty-three;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas planted there when he was two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And almost side by side they grew.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How strong and straight they were at eight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One leafy, one with curly pate.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How fine at twenty, how alive<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And prosperous at twenty-five.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What health and grace in every limb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was said of it—was said of him.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HEN</b> when he blushed, a marriage groom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tree outvied the bride in bloom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the after years there played<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within its ample sweep of shade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little child, with cheeks as red<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As had the apples overhead.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her father called the tree his twin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And surely it was next of kin.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_54" id="PAGE_54"></a>{54}</span></p> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> best of life came to the twain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beauty of the stars, the rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soft stepping, and the liquid notes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That overflow from feathered throats.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto the soul that selfish strives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was borne the fragrance of their lives,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And anxious folk with brow down bent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bathed in their dewy cool content.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They held their heads up in the storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And gloried when the winds were warm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their shadows lay but at their feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all of life above was sweet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span><b>ND</b> now that they are eighty-three<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’re almost as they used to be.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The blossoms are as pink and white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The old man’s heart as pure and light.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The apples—fragrant balls of flame—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are looking, tasting, just the same.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And just the same his uttered thought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of mirth and wisdom quaintly wrought.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through all their years they kept their truth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their strength, and that sweet look of youth.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_55" id="PAGE_55"></a>{55}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="AUTUMN_FIRE" id="AUTUMN_FIRE"></a>Autumn Fire</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> fires of Autumn are burning high;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bright the trees in the woods are blazing—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wall of flame from the brilliant sky<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Down to the fields where the cattle are grazing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O the warm, warm end of the year!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Even the shrubs their red hearts render;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the bushes are bright with cheer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the tamest vine has a touch of splendor.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fires of Autumn are burning low;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blow, ye winds, and cease not blowing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blow the flames to a ruddier show,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Heap the coals to a hotter glowing.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, the chill, chill end of the year!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Naught is left but a few leaf flashes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White is the death stone, white and drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Over a desolate world of ashes.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_56" id="PAGE_56"></a>{56}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="IN_THE_GRASS" id="IN_THE_GRASS"></a>In the Grass</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">F</span><b>ACE</b> downward on the grass in reverie,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I found how cool and sweet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are the green glooms that often thoughtlessly<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I tread beneath my feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In this strange mimic wood where grasses lean—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Elf trees untouched of bark—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard the hum of insects, saw the sheen<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of sunlight framing dark,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And felt with thoughts I cannot understand,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And know not how to speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A daisy reaching up its little hand<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To lay it on my cheek.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_57" id="PAGE_57"></a>{57}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_FIELDS_OF_DARK" id="THE_FIELDS_OF_DARK"></a>The Fields of Dark</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> wreathing vine within the porch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is in the heart of me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The roses that the noondays scorch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall burn in memory;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Alone at night I quench the light,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And without star or spark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grass and trees press to my knees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And flowers throng the dark.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The leaves that loose their hold at noon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drop on my face like rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in the watches of the moon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I feel them fall again.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By day I stray how far away<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To stream and wood and steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But on my track they all come back<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To haunt the vale of sleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fields of light are clover-brimmed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or grassed or daisy-starred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fields of dark are softly dimmed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And safely twilight-barred;<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_58" id="PAGE_58"></a>{58}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But in the gloom that fills my room<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I cannot fail to mark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grass and trees about my knees,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The flowers in the dark.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_59" id="PAGE_59"></a>{59}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="CHILDREN_IN_THE_CITY" id="CHILDREN_IN_THE_CITY"></a>Children in the City</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HOUSANDS</b> of childish ears, rough chidden,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Never a sweet bird-note have heard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep in the leafy woodland hidden<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dies, unlistened to, many a bird.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For small soiled hands in the sordid city<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blossoms open and die unbreathed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For feet unwashed by the tears of pity<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Streams around meadows of green are wreathed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Warm, unrevelled in, still they wander,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Summer breezes out in the fields;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Scarcely noticed, the green months squander<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the wealth that the summer yields.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ah, the pain of it! Ah, the pity!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Opulent stretch the country skies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over solitudes, while in the city<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Starving for beauty are childish eyes.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_60" id="PAGE_60"></a>{60}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="WHERE_PLEASURES_GROW" id="WHERE_PLEASURES_GROW"></a>Where Pleasures Grow</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraw">W</span><b>HERE</b> pleasures grow as thick as grass,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">And joys of silence, soft, profound,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Are sweeter e’en than joys of sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The long, long days of summer pass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I see them sitting in the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">Or moving river-like between<br /></span> -<span class="i3">The climbing and down-bending green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I watch them vanish one by one,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And strive to clasp them as they flee,<br /></span> -<span class="i3">But only hold their shadows fast—<br /></span> -<span class="i3">The summer shadows that they cast<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the path of memory.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_61" id="PAGE_61"></a>{61}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="IN_THE_HEART_OF_THE_WOODS" id="IN_THE_HEART_OF_THE_WOODS"></a>In the Heart of the Woods</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">I</span> <b>LOST</b> my heart in the heart of the woods;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It stayed there through the day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It stayed there through the solitudes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of a night with no moon ray.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Through the day so dusty, worn and sere<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart was cool and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through the wild night, tempest-tossed and drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My heart slept peacefully.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I found my heart in the heart of the woods,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I looked on it and smiled;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And over it still the woodland broods,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As a mother over her child.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_62" id="PAGE_62"></a>{62}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="FROST" id="FROST"></a>Frost</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraw">W</span><b>HEN</b> the sun is growing weaker,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his look is meek and meeker,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Comes the frost—the pale betrayer—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light of foot, a stealthy slayer.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the night abroad he stealeth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For each trembling leaf he feeleth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Something softened by its pleading,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kills it not but leaves it bleeding.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_63" id="PAGE_63"></a>{63}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_CHIPMUNK" id="THE_CHIPMUNK"></a>The Chipmunk</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>O</b>-day the green hill was at strife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With me; it robbed my feet of life.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind that loudly speaks his mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said in my presence nothing kind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sky’s clear face was from me turned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Behind a cloud his great fire burned.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An exile in his native cot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who finds his very name forgot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was I this afternoon, until<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the wood’s edge behind the hill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A chipmunk flashed, and leapt a limb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And took my heart away with him.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_64" id="PAGE_64"></a>{64}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="GIVE_ME_THE_POOREST_WEED" id="GIVE_ME_THE_POOREST_WEED"></a>Give Me the Poorest Weed</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrag">G</span><b>IVE</b> me the poorest weed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To satisfy my spirit’s need.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The brownest blade of grass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will know and greet me when I pass.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of their own feeling wrought,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They live like simple, vital thought;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mind could not invent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A better thing than Nature meant.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_65" id="PAGE_65"></a>{65}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_WEEKS_THAT_WALK_IN_GREEN" id="THE_WEEKS_THAT_WALK_IN_GREEN"></a>The Weeks that Walk in Green</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> weeks that walk in green<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Came to my willow lane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wrapt me in their leafy screen<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against the sun and rain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then far and far we went<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By stream and wood and steep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until, all love-worn and joy-spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I yielded me to sleep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And they—they died unseen;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their ghosts are haunting me—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The gentle ghosts that walk in green<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through vales of memory.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_66" id="PAGE_66"></a>{66}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="NOONDAY_OF_THE_YEAR" id="NOONDAY_OF_THE_YEAR"></a>Noonday of the Year</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> streams that chattered in the cold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Are sleeping in the sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winds of March were overbold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Until their race was run.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O mad with haste the morning went,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But now love-warm and deep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fields, their first ambition spent,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lie in their noonday sleep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_67" id="PAGE_67"></a>{67}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_WIND_WORLD" id="THE_WIND_WORLD"></a>The Wind World</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span><b>LONE</b> within the wind I lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And reck not how the seasons go;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The winter struggling through its snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The light-winged summer flitting by.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am not of the cloud nor mold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I move between the stars and flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know the tingling touch of hours<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When all the storms of night unfold.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Within the wind world drifting free<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I hear naught of earth’s murmurings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Naught but the sound of songs and wings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the tree-tops comes to me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At night earth stars flash out below,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And heaven stars shine out above;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I look down on the lights of love,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And feel the higher love-lights glow.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_68" id="PAGE_68"></a>{68}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="AT_THE_WINDOW" id="AT_THE_WINDOW"></a>At the Window</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrah">H</span><b>OW</b> thick about the window of my life<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Buzz insect-like the tribe of petty frets:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Small cares, small thoughts, small trials, and small strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Small loves and hates, small hopes and small regrets.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If ’mid this swarm of smallnesses remain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A single undimmed spot, with wondering eye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I note before my freckled window-pane<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The outstretched splendor of the earth and sky.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_69" id="PAGE_69"></a>{69}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="COME_BACK_AGAIN" id="COME_BACK_AGAIN"></a>Come Back Again</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrag">C</span><b>HILD</b>-thoughts, child-thoughts, come back again!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Faint, fitful, as you used to be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dusty chambers of my brain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have need of your fair company,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As when my child-head reached the height<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the wild rose-bush at the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all of heaven and its delight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bloomed in the flow’rs the old bush bore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Come back, sweet long-departed year,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When, sitting in a hollow oak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard the sheep bells far and clear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I heard a voice that silent spoke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And felt in both a vague appeal,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And both were mingled in my dreams<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With leaves that viewless breezes feel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And skies clear mirrored in the streams.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Child-heart, child-thoughts, come back again!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bring back the tall grass at my cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The grief more swift than summer rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The joy that knew no words to speak.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_70" id="PAGE_70"></a>{70}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The buttercup’s uplifted gold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That strives to reach my hands in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The love that never could grow cold—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Child-heart, child-thoughts, come back again!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_71" id="PAGE_71"></a>{71}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_RAINY_MORNING" id="A_RAINY_MORNING"></a>A Rainy Morning</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> low sky, and the warm, wet wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the tender light on the eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A day like a soul that has never sinned,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">New dropped from Paradise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And ’tis oh, for a long walk in the rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the side of the warm, wet breeze,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the thoughts washed clean of dust and stain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the leaves on the shining trees.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_72" id="PAGE_72"></a>{72}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="JUNE_APPLES" id="JUNE_APPLES"></a>June Apples</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrag">G</span><b>REEN</b> apple branches full of green apples<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All around me unfurled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here where the shade and the sunlight dapples<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A grass-green, apple-green world.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little green children stirred with the heaving<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the warm breast of the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When your old nurse, the wind, is grieving<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Comfortlessly you fare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But now an old-time song she is crooning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nestle your heads again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While I dream on through the golden nooning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or look for the first red stain<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On some round cheek that the sunshine dapples,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Near me where I lie curled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under green trees athrong with green apples,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a grass-green, apple-green world.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_73" id="PAGE_73"></a>{73}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="BEGINNING_AND_END" id="BEGINNING_AND_END"></a>Beginning and End</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrao">O</span><b>NCE</b> it was in my life’s beginning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Roses were tall in their summer beds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dandelions within my fingers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thrust their confident golden heads;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wading waist-deep ’mid the daisies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Feeling the grasses about me climb—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus it was in my life’s beginning;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What have you done to me, Father Time?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So shall it be when life has ended:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Roses shall bloom above my head,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dandelions will know I am lying<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hidden in grass from foot to head.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hidden in grass and hidden in daisies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Over my breast I shall feel them climb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thus it will be when life has ended;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This will you do to me, Father Time.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_74" id="PAGE_74"></a>{74}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_75" id="PAGE_75"></a>{75}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="NOT_AT_HOME" id="NOT_AT_HOME"></a>Not at Home</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> Weariness of Idleness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She waited all the day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the parlor of her neighbor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Weariness of Labor—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A visit she had long meant to pay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But not until the evening<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Did her hostess come in sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the Weariness of Labor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Explained unto her neighbor<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That she lived but a brief hour at night.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_76" id="PAGE_76"></a>{76}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_WIND_OF_MEMORY" id="THE_WIND_OF_MEMORY"></a>The Wind of Memory</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrar">R</span><b>ED</b> curtains shut the storm from sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The inner rooms are live with light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fireside faces all aglow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See not the pale ghost in the snow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pale ghost at the window pressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the wind moaning in her breast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She sees the face she hurt with scorn,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The other face where joy, new born,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Died out at her cheap mockery;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The eyes she filled, how bitterly!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The head that drooped beneath her jest—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind is moaning in her breast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Invisible, unfelt, unknown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She lingers trembling. She alone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Notes tenderly her vacant place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sees in it her vanished face;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She only—of this happy nest!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind is moaning in her breast.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Star-like the happy windows glow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Framed in with mile on mile of snow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And from their light a thing of death,<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_77" id="PAGE_77"></a>{77}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of grief and memory vanisheth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her sin not deep but unredressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wind moaning in her breast.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_78" id="PAGE_78"></a>{78}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PHILIPPA" id="PHILIPPA"></a>Philippa</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span> <b>GENEROUS</b> gentleness that flowed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stream-like, beside a dusty road;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gave laborers shade, and prisoners sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And easeful joy to every one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With liquid melodies for such<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As worked or wearied overmuch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ministrations cool and sweet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For fevered hands and aching feet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So delicately fair she moved—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That stream-like girl, of all beloved.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Along her path no grief nor care<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But lulled and lightened unaware.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She bore the sky within her breast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And child-like winds her soul caressed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until her spring of life was dried,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with a smile Philippa died.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_79" id="PAGE_79"></a>{79}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_STUDENT" id="THE_STUDENT"></a>The Student</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> student sits within his room,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So small and worn and white;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His lamp flames out remote and strange<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through all the hours of night.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And all day long within his face,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So small and worn and white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His eyes flame out—those lamp-like eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So weirdly, strangely bright.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_80" id="PAGE_80"></a>{80}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="UNSPOKEN" id="UNSPOKEN"></a>Unspoken</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrao">M</span><b>Y</b> lover comes down the long leafy street<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Through tenderly falling rain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His footsteps near our portal veer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Go past—then turn again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O can it be he is knocking below,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or here at my door above?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So gentle and small it sounds in the hall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So loud in the ear of love.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But never a word of love has he said,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And never a word crave I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For why should one long for the daylight strong<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the dawn is in the sky?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O a dewy rose-garden is the house,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A garden shut from the sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The breath of it sweet floats up, as my feet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Float down to my waiting one.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But if ever a word of love thinks he,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It falls from his heart still-born;<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_81" id="PAGE_81"></a>{81}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who bends to the rose does not haste to close<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His hand around bud and thorn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The beautiful soul that is in him turns<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His beautiful face agleam;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My own soul flies to feast in his eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the silent love-words teem.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our talk is of books, and of thoughts and moods,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the wild flowers in the rain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he leans his cheek, when we do not speak,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On his chair where my hand had lain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet never a word of love does he say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And never a word crave I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the faint green May would wither away<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the quick touch of July.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And at last—at last we look our last,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the dim day grows more dim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But his eyes still shine in these eyes of mine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my soul goes forth with him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_82" id="PAGE_82"></a>{82}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For though not a word of love does he say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Still never a word crave I;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the words of earth are of little worth<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When a song drops out of the sky.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_83" id="PAGE_83"></a>{83}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="UNDER_THE_KING" id="UNDER_THE_KING"></a>Under the King</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letral">L</span><b>OVE</b> with the deep eyes and soft hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Love with the lily throat and hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is done to death, and free as air<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Am I of all my King’s commands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How shall I celebrate my joy?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or dance with feet that once were fleet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In his adorable employ?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or laugh with lips that felt his sweet?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How can I at his lifeless face<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Aim any sharp or bitter jest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since roguish destiny did place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That tender target in my breast?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nay, let me be sincere and strong;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I cannot rid me of my chains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I cannot to myself belong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My King is dead—his soul still reigns.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_84" id="PAGE_84"></a>{84}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_SECRET" id="THE_SECRET"></a>The Secret</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">S</span><b>OME</b> chance moment life confesses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That her insect nothingnesses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carry honey with their stings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ’tis only to their kings—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those who know how best to use them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those who know how to refuse them—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the secret is made free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And souls are loosed from tyranny.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_85" id="PAGE_85"></a>{85}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LIMITATION" id="LIMITATION"></a>Limitation</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrab">B</span><b>EYOND</b> the far horizon’s farthest bound<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A farther boundary lies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No spirit wing can reach the utmost round,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">No spirit eyes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The soul has limitations such as space,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Such as eternity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The farthest star to which thou setst thy face<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Belongs to thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_86" id="PAGE_86"></a>{86}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THREE_YEARS_OLD" id="THREE_YEARS_OLD"></a>Three Years Old</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraw">W</span><b>HAT</b> is it like, I wonder, to roam<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Down through the tall grass hidden quite?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To feel very far away from home<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the dear house is out of sight?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To want to play with the broken moon<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the star garden of the skies?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To sleep through twilight eves of June<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath the sound of lullabies?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To hold up hurts for all to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sob at imaginary harms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To clasp in welcome a father’s knee,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And fit so well to a mother’s arms?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To have life bounded by one dull road,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A wood and a pond, and to feel no lack,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To gaze with pleasure upon a toad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And caress a mud-turtle’s horny back?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To follow the robin’s cheerful hop<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With all the salt small hands can hold,<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_87" id="PAGE_87"></a>{87}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And plead in vain for it to stop—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What is it like to be three years old?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, once I knew, but ’twas long ago;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I try to recall it in vain—in vain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I know I shall never know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What it is to be a child again.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_88" id="PAGE_88"></a>{88}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="SOMETIME_I_FEAR" id="SOMETIME_I_FEAR"></a>Sometime, I Fear</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">S</span><b>OMETIME</b>, I fear, but God alone knows when,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mine eyes shall gaze on your unseeing eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On your unheeding ears shall fall my cries,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your clasp shall cease, your soul go from my ken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your great heart be a fire burned out.—Ah, then,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What shall remain for me beneath the skies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of glad, or good, or beautiful, or wise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That can relume and thrill my life again?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This shall remain, a love that cannot fail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A life that joys in your great joy, yet grieves<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In memory of sweet days fled too soon.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sadness divine! as when November pale<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sits broken-hearted ’mong her withered leaves,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And feels the wind about her warm as June.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_89" id="PAGE_89"></a>{89}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="JOY" id="JOY"></a>Joy</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraw">W</span><b>HEN</b> airy joy doth hail me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I follow on behind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lest my feet should fail me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I follow on the wind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hear her lightsome laughter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Go floating past the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swift I follow after<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As she flies on before.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I am faint and falling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lose her skyey wings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hear her liquid calling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And feel the charm she flings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On all the earth and o’er me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then eagerly I rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And see her skirts before me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Go glittering up the skies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The best of life would daunt me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ungirdled by her grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And foreign demons haunt me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whene’er she hides her face.<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_90" id="PAGE_90"></a>{90}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up roughest steeps with laughter<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My airy joy doth soar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As wind-like I come after,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And she flies on before.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_91" id="PAGE_91"></a>{91}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="IN_THE_DARK" id="IN_THE_DARK"></a>In the Dark</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letraa">A</span><b>LL</b> in the dark he crossed the border!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All in the dark, for the lamp of faith<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had never been used, and was not in order—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So all in the dark he encountered Death.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_92" id="PAGE_92"></a>{92}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="WORDS" id="WORDS"></a>Words</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letra1">I</span> <b>LIKE</b> those words that carry in their veins<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The blood of lions. “Liberty” is one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And “Justice,” and the heart leaps to the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the thrilled note of “Courage! Courage!” rains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon the sorely stricken will. No pains<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Survive when “Life” and “Light,” twin glories, run<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the quick page to some poor soul undone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beggar by their glow all other gains.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How splendidly does “Morning” flood our night!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How the word “Ocean” drowns our insect cares,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And drives a strong wind through our housed-up grief.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While “Honor” lifts us to the mountain height;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And “Loyalty” the heaviest burden bears<br /></span> -<span class="i4">As lightly as a tree a crimson leaf.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_93" id="PAGE_93"></a>{93}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_WIND_OF_DEATH" id="THE_WIND_OF_DEATH"></a>The Wind of Death</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="letrat">T</span><b>HE</b> wind of death that softly blows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last warm petal from the rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The last dry leaf from off the tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To-night has come to breathe on me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was a time I learned to hate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As weaker mortals learn to love;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The passion held me fixed as fate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Burned in my veins early and late—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But now a wind falls from above—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind of death, that silently<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enshroudeth friend and enemy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was a time my soul was thrilled<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By keen ambition’s whip and spur;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My master forced me where he willed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with his power my life was filled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But now the old-time pulses stir<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How faintly in the wind of death!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That bloweth lightly as a breath.<span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_94" id="PAGE_94"></a>{94}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And once, but once, at Love’s dear feet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I yielded strength and life and heart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His look turned bitter into sweet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His smile made all the world complete—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wind blows loves like leaves apart—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind of death, that tenderly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is blowing ’twixt my love and me.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O wind of death, that darkly blows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each separate ship of human woes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far out on a mysterious sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I turn, I turn my face to thee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="PAGE_95" id="PAGE_95"></a>{95}</span></p> - -<p class="c"><small>Printed at the Everett Press Boston</small></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/i_backcover.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="full" /> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The House of the Trees & Other Poems, by -Ethelwyn Wetherald - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HOUSE OF THE TREES *** - -***** This file should be named 52448-h.htm or 52448-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/2/4/4/52448/ - -Produced by Larry B. 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