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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Songs at the Start - -Author: Louise Imogen Guiney - -Release Date: September 20, 2016 [EBook #53087] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS AT THE START *** - - - - -Produced by Emmy, MWS and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - - - SONGS AT THE START - - - BY - LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY - - - - “And we sail on, away, afar, - Without a course, without a star, - But by the instinct of sweet music driven.” - SHELLEY: _Prometheus Unbound._ - - - - BOSTON - CUPPLES, UPHAM AND COMPANY - 1884 - - - - - _Copyright_, - BY LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY, - 1884. - - - - C. J. PETERS AND SON, - STEREOTYPERS AND ELECTROTYPERS, - 145 HIGH STREET. - - - - -ERRATA. - - -PAGE 10. Third line: read _haunt_ for _haunts_. - -PAGE 26. Tenth and eleventh lines: omit the word _no_. - -[Transcriber’s Note: These changes have been made to the text.] - - - - -THIS - -FIRST SLIGHT OUTCOME OF TASTES TRANSMITTED BY MY FATHER, - -Is Inscribed to His Friend and Mine, - -JOHN BOYLE O’REILLY. - - - - -CONTENTS. - - - Page - GLOUCESTER HARBOR 9 - LEONORE 12 - A BALLAD OF METZ 14 - PRIVATE THEATRICALS 21 - DIVINATION BY AN EASTER LILY 22 - THE RIVAL SINGERS 23 - AFTER THE STORM 26 - HEMLOCK RIVER 28 - ON ONE POET REFUSING HOMAGE TO ANOTHER 29 - BROTHER BARTHOLOMEW 33 - RESERVE 36 - PATRIOT CHORUS ON THE EVE OF WAR 37 - LO AND LU 39 - HER VOICE 42 - AN EPITAPH 44 - THE FALCON AND THE LILY 46 - BOSTON, FROM THE BRIDGE 48 - THE RED AND YELLOW LEAF 49 - “POETE MY MAISTER CHAUCER” 51 - MOUNT AUBURN IN MAY 52 - AMONG THE FLAGS 53 - CHILD AND FLOWER 54 - KNIGHT FALSTAFF 56 - THE POET 57 - A CRIMINAL 59 - ORIENT-BORN 60 - CHARONDAS 62 - CRAZY MARGARET 65 - TO THE WINDING CHARLES 69 - MY NEIGHBOR 70 - THE SEA-GULL 73 - LILY OF THE VALLEY 74 - LOVER LOQUITUR 76 - VITALITY 77 - TO THE RIVER 78 - THE SECOND TIME THEY MET 79 - ON NOT READING A POSTHUMOUS WORK 81 - BESSY IN THE STORM 83 - AFTER A DUEL 85 - INDIFFERENCE 87 - THE PLEDGING 88 - AT GETTYSBURG 90 - EARLY DEATH 92 - MY SOPRANO 93 - THE CROSS ROADS 94 - “HEART OF GOLD” 98 - A JACOBITE REVIVAL 100 - SPRING 104 - ADVENTURERS 105 - L’ETIQUETTE 107 - THE GRAVE AND THE ROSE 110 - - - - -SONGS AT THE START. - - - - -GLOUCESTER HARBOR. - - - NORTH from the beautiful islands, - North from the headlands and highlands, - The long sea-wall, - The white ships flee with the swallow; - The day-beams follow and follow, - Glitter and fall. - - The brown ruddy children that fear not, - Lean over the quay, and they hear not - Warnings of lips; - For their hearts go a-sailing, a-sailing, - Out from the wharves and the wailing - After the ships. - - Nothing to them is the golden - Curve of the sands, or the olden - Haunt of the town; - Little they reck of the peaceful - Chiming of bells, or the easeful - Sport on the down: - - The orchards no longer are cherished; - The charm of the meadow has perished: - Dearer, ay me! - The solitude vast, unbefriended, - The magical voice and the splendid - Fierce will of the sea. - - Beyond them, by ridges and narrows - The silver prows speed like the arrows - Sudden and fair; - Like the hoofs of Al Borak the wondrous, - Lost in the blue and the thund’rous - Depths of the air; - - On to the central Atlantic, - Where passionate, hurrying, frantic - Elements meet; - To the play and the calm and commotion - Of the treacherous, glorious ocean, - Cruel and sweet. - - In the hearts of the children forever - She fashions their growing endeavor, - The pitiless sea; - Their sires in her caverns she stayeth, - The spirits that love her she slayeth, - And laughs in her glee. - - Woe, woe, for the old fascination! - The women make deep lamentation - In starts and in slips; - Here always is hope unavailing, - Here always the dreamers are sailing - After the ships! - - - - -LEONORE. - - - YOU scarce can mark her flying feet - Or bear her eyelids’ flash a space; - Her passing by is like the sweet - Blown odor of some tropic place; - She has a voice, a smile sincere, - The blitheness of the nascent year, - April’s growth and grace; - All youth, all force, all fire and stress - In her impassioned gentleness, - Half exhortation, half caress. - - A thing of peace and of delight,— - A fountain sparkling in the sun, - Reflecting heavenly shapes by night,— - Her moods thro’ ordered beauty run. - Light be the storm that she must know, - And branches greener after snow - For hope to build upon; - Late may the tear of memory start, - And Love, who is her counterpart, - Be tender with that lily-heart! - - - - -A BALLAD OF METZ. - - - LÉON went to the wars, - True soul without a stain; - First at the trumpet-call, - Thy son, Lorraine! - - Never a mighty host - Thrilled so with one desire; - Never a past Crusade - Lit nobler fire. - - And he, among the rest, - Smote foemen in the van,— - No braver blood than his - Since time began. - - And mild and fond was he, - And sensitive as a leaf;— - Just Heaven! that he was this, - Is half my grief! - - We followed where the last - Detachment led away, - At Metz, an evil-starred - And bitter day. - - Some of us had been hurt - In the first hot assault, - Yet wills were slackened not, - Nor feet at fault. - - We hurried on to the front; - Our banners were soiled and rent; - Grim riflemen, gallants all, - Our captain sent. - - A Prussian lay by a tree - Rigid as ice, and pale, - And sheltered out of the reach - Of battle-hail. - - His cheek was hollow and white, - Parched was his purpled lip; - Tho’ bullets had fastened on - Their leaden grip, - - Tho’ ever he gasped and called, - Called faintly from the rear, - What of it? And all in scorn - I closed mine ear. - - The very colors he wore, - They burnt and bruised my sight; - The greater his anguish, so - Was my delight. - - We laughed a savage laugh, - Who loved our land too well, - Giving its enemies hate - Unspeakable: - - But Léon, kind heart, poor heart, - Clutched me around the arm; - “He faints for water!” he said, - “It were no harm - - To soothe a wounded man - Already on death’s rack.” - He seized his brimming gourd, - And hurried back. - - The foeman grasped it quick - With wild eyes, ’neath whose lid - A coiled and viper-like look - Glittered and hid. - - He raised his shattered frame - Up from the grassy ground, - And drank with the loud, mad haste - Of a thirsty hound. - - Léon knelt by his side, - One hand beneath his head; - Not kinder the water than - The words he said. - - He rose and left him so, - Stretched on the grassy plot, - The viper-like flame in his eyes - Alas! forgot. - - Léon with easy gait - Strode on; he bared his hair, - Swinging his army cap, - Humming an air. - - Just as he neared the troops, - Over there by the stream— - Good God! a sudden snap - And a lurid gleam. - - I wrenched my bandaged arm - With the horror of the start: - Léon was low at my feet, - Shot thro’ the heart. - - Do you think an angel told - Whose hands the deed had done? - To the Prussian we dashed back, - Mute, every one. - - Do you think we stopped to curse, - Or wailing feebly, stood? - Do you think we spared who shed - A friend’s sweet blood? - - Ha! vengeance on the fiend: - We smote him as if hired; - I most of them, and more - When they had tired. - - I saw the deep eye lose - Its dastard, steely blue: - I saw the trait’rous breast - Pierced thro’ and thro’. - - His musket, smoking yet, - Unhanded, lay beside; - Three times three thousand deaths - That Prussian died. - - And he, my brother, Léon, - Lies, too, upon the plain: - O teach no more Christ’s mercy, - Thy sons, Lorraine! - - [This incident actually befell a private in a - Massachusetts volunteer regiment, belonging to the Fifth - Corps, at the battle of Malvern Hill.] - - - - -PRIVATE THEATRICALS. - - - YOU were a haughty beauty, Polly, - (That was in the play,) - I was the lover melancholy; - (That was in the play.) - And when your fan and you receded, - And all my passion lay unheeded, - If still with tenderer words I pleaded, - That was in the play! - - I met my rival at the gateway, - (That was in the play,) - And so we fought a duel straightway; - (That was in the play.) - But when Jack hurt my arm unduly, - And you rushed over, softened newly, - And kissed me, Polly! truly, truly, - Was that in the play? - - - - -DIVINATION BY AN EASTER LILY. - - - OUT of the Lenten gloom it springs, - Out of the wintry land, - White victor-flower with breath of myrrh, - Joy’s oracle and harbinger; - I take it in my hand, - - I fold it to my lips, and know - That death is overpast, - That blessèd is thy glad release, - And thou with Christ art full of peace, - Dear heart in Heaven! at last. - - - - -THE RIVAL SINGERS. - - - TWO marvellous singers of old had the city of Florence,— - She that is loadstar of pilgrims, Florence the beautiful,— - Who sang but thro’ bitterest envy their exquisite music, - Each for o’ercoming the other, as fierce as the seraphs - At the dread battle pre-mundane, together down-wrestling. - And once when the younger, surpassing the best at a festival, - Thrilled the impetuous people, O singing so rarely! - That up on their shoulders they raised him, and carried him straightway - Over the threshold, ’mid ringing of belfries and shouting, - Till into his pale cheek mounted a color like morning - (For he was Saxon in blood) that made more resplendent - The gold of his hair for an aureole round and above him, - Seeing which, called his adorers aloud, thanking Heaven - That sent down an angel to sing for them, taking their homage;— - While this came to pass in the city, one marked it, and harbored - A purpose which followed endlessly on, like his shadow. - Therefore at night, as a vine that aye clambering stealthily - Slips by the stones to an opening, came the assassin, - And left the deep sleeper by moonlight, the Saxon hair dabbled - With red, and the brave voice smitten to death in his bosom. - Now this was the end of the hate and the striving and singing. - But the Italian thro’ Florence, his city familiar, - Fared happily ever, none knowing the crime and the passion, - Winning honor and guerdon in peaceful and prosperous decades, - Supreme over all, and rejoiced with the cheers and the clanging. - _Carissima!_ what? and you wonder the world did not loathe him? - Child, he lived long, and was lauded, and died very famous. - - - - -AFTER THE STORM. - - -I. - - NOW that the wind is tamed and broken, - And day gleams over the lea, - Row, row, for the one you love - Was out on the raging sea: - Row, row, row, - Sturdy and brave o’er the treacherous wave, - Hope like a beacon before, - Row, sailor, row - Out to the sea from the shore! - - -II. - - O, the oar that was once so merry, - O, but the mournful oar! - Row, row; God steady your arm - To the dark and desolate shore: - Row, row, row, - With your own love dead, and her wet gold head - Laid there at last on your knee, - Row, sailor, row, - Back to the shore from the sea! - - - - -HEMLOCK RIVER. - - - ON that river, where their will is, - Grow the tranquil-hearted lilies; - In and out, with summer cadence, - Brown o’erbrimming waters slide; - - Shade is there and mossy quiet,— - O but go thou never nigh it! - Ghosts of three unhappy maidens - Float upon its bosom wide. - - - - -ON ONE POET REFUSING HOMAGE TO ANOTHER. - - - A NAME all read and many rue - Chanced on the idle talk of two; - I saw the listener doubt and falter - Till came the rash reproof anew. - - Then on his breath arose a sigh, - And in the flashes of reply - I saw the great indignant shower - Surcharge the azure of his eye. - - Said he: “’Neath our accord intense - At mutual shrines of soul and sense, - Flows, like a subterraneous river, - This last and only difference. - - “Behold, I am with anguish torn - That you should name his name in scorn, - And use it as an April flower - Plucked from his grave and falsely worn: - - “Thrice better his renown were not! - And he in silence lay forgot, - Than to exhale a strife unending - Should be his gentle memory’s lot. - - “How can you, freedom in your reach, - Nurse your high thought on others’ speech, - And follow after brawling critics - Reiterating blame with each? - - “The world’s ill judgments roll and roll - Nor touch that shy, evasive soul, - Whose every tangled hour of living - God draws to issues fair and whole. - - “It grieves me less that, purely good, - His aims are darkly understood, - Than that your spirit jars unkindly - Against its golden brotherhood. - - “_Et tu, Brute!_ Where he hath flown - On kindred wing you cross the zone, - And yet for hate, thro’ lack of knowing, - Austerely misconstrue your own. - - “No closer wave and wave at sea - Than he and you for grace should be; - I would endure the chains of bondage - That you might share this truth with me! - - “A leaf’s light strength should break the wind, - Ere my desire, your wilful mind; - If I should waste my lips in pleading, - Or drain my heart, you still were blind, - - “Still warring on the citadels - Of Truth remotely, till her bells - Rouse me, your friend, to old defiance,— - Tho’ dear you be in all things else,— - - “And tho’ my hope the day-star is - Of broadening eternities, - Wherein, the shadows cleared forever, - Your cordial hand shall rest in his.” - - - - -BROTHER BARTHOLOMEW. - - - BROTHER BARTHOLOMEW, working-time, - Would fall into musing and drop his tools; - Brother Bartholomew cared for rhyme - More than for theses of the schools; - And sighed, and took up his burden so, - Vowed to the Muses, for weal or woe. - - At matins he sat, the book on his knees, - But his thoughts were wandering far away; - And chanted the evening litanies - Watching the roseate skies grow gray, - Watching the brightening starry host - Flame like the tongues at Pentecost. - - “A foolish dreamer, and nothing more; - The idlest fellow a cell could hold;” - So murmured the worthy Isidor, - Prior of ancient Nithiswold; - Yet pitiful, with dispraise content, - Signed never the culprit’s banishment. - - Meanwhile Bartholomew went his way - And patiently wrote in his sunny cell; - His pen fast travelled from day to day; - His books were covered, the walls as well. - “But O for the monk that I miss, instead - Of this listless rhymer!” the Prior said. - - Bartholomew dying, as mortals must, - Not unbelov’d of the cowlèd throng, - Thereafter, they took from the dark and dust - Of shelves and of corners, many a song - That cried loud, loud to the farthest day, - How a bard had arisen,—and passed away. - - Wonderful verses! fair and fine, - Rich in the old Greek loveliness; - The seer-like vision, half divine; - Pathos and merriment in excess. - And every perfect stanza told - Of love and of labor manifold. - - The King came out and stood beside - Bartholomew’s taper-lighted bier, - And turning to his lords, he sighed: - “How worn and wearied doth he appear,— - Our noble poet,—now he is dead!” - “O tireless worker!” the Prior said. - - - - -RESERVE. - - - YOU that are dear, O you above the rest! - Forgive him his evasive moods and cold; - The absence that belied him oft of old, - The war upon sad speech, the desperate jest, - And pity’s wildest gush but half-confessed, - Forgive him! Let your gentle memories hold - Some written word once tender and once bold, - Or service done shamefacedly at best, - Whereby to judge him. All his days he spent, - Like one who with an angel wrestled well, - O’ermastering Love with show of light disdain; - And whatsoe’er your spirits underwent, - He, wounded for you, worked no miracle - To make his heart’s allegiance wholly plain. - - - - -PATRIOT CHORUS ON THE EVE OF WAR. - - - IN thy holy need, our country, - Shatter other idols straightway; - Quench our household fires before us, - Reap the pomp of harvests low; - Strike aside each glad ambition - Born of youth and golden leisure, - Leave us only to remember - Faith we swore thee long ago! - - All the passionate sweep of heart-strings, - Thirst and famine, din of battle, - All the wild despair and sorrow - That were ever or shall be, - Are too little, are too worthless, - Laid along thine upward pathway - As with our souls’ strength we lay them, - Stepping-stones, O Love! for thee. - - If we be thy burden-bearers, - Let us ease thee of thy sorrow; - If our hands be thine avengers, - Life or death, they shall not fail; - If thy heart be just and tender, - Wrong us not with hesitation: - Take us, trust us, lead us, love us, - Till the eternal Truth prevail! - - - - -LO AND LU. - - - WHEN we began this never-ended - Kind companionship, - Childish greetings lit the splendid - Laughter at the lip; - You were ten and I eleven; - Henceforth, as we knew, - Was all the mischief under heaven - Set down to Lo and Lu. - - Long we fought and cooed together, - Held an equal reign, - Snowballs could we fire and gather, - Twine a clover chain; - Sing in G an A flat chorus - ’Mid the tuneful crew,— - No harmonious angels o’er us - Taught us, Lo or Lu. - - Pleasant studious times have seen us - Arm-in-arm of yore, - Learnèd books, well-thumbed between us, - Spread along the floor; - Perched in pine-tops, sunk in barley, - Rogues, where rogues were few, - Right or wrong, in deed and parley, - Comrades, Lo and Lu. - - Which could leap where banks were wider, - Mock the cat-bird’s call? - Which preside and pop the cider - At a festival? - Who became the finer Stoic - Stabbing trouble thro’, - Thrilled to hear of things heroic - Oftener, Lo or Lu? - - Earliest, blithest! then and ever - Mirror of my heart! - Grow we old and wise and clever - Now, so far apart; - Still as tender as a mother’s - Floats our prayer for two; - Neither yet can spare the other’s - “God bless—Lo and Lu!” - - - - -HER VOICE. - - - A LARK from cloud to cloud along - In wildest labyrinths of song,— - So jubilant and proud and strong; - - A ray that climbs the garden wall - And leaps the height at evenfall,— - So clear, so faint, so mystical; - - A summer fragrance on the breeze, - A shower upon the lilied leas, - A sunburst over violet seas, - - A wand of light, a fairy spell - Beyond a faltering lip to tell; - Bright Music’s perfect miracle. - - Still live the gift outrunning praise, - Inviolate from this earthly place - And fitly pure for heavenly days, - - Sincerity its stay and guard, - A glowing nature, happy-starred, - Its dwelling now and afterward! - - Where’er that gentle heart shall be, - Responsive to their source I see - The fount and form of melody; - - And my foreshadowed spirit drawn - Of hindrance free, and unforlorn, - To list thro’ some ambrosial dawn, - - To follow with oblivious eyes - The old delight, the fresh surprise, - Adown the glades of Paradise! - - - - -AN EPITAPH. - - - FUGITIVE to nobler air, - Dead avow thee who shall dare? - Freeborn spirit, eagle heart, - Full of life thou wert and art! - Tender was thy glance, and bland; - Honor swayed thy giving hand; - Sweet as fragrance on the sense - Stole thy rich intelligence, - And thy coming, like the spring, - Moved the saddest lips to sing. - - Wealth above all argosies! - Sunshine of our drooping eyes! - Be to Heaven, for Heaven’s desert, - Fair as unto us thou wert. - Tho’ the groping breezes moan - Here about thy burial-stone, - Never sorrow’s lightest breath - Links thy happy name with death, - Lest therein our love should be, - Thou that livest! false to thee. - - - - -THE FALCON AND THE LILY. - - - MY darling rides across the sand; - The wind is warm, the wind is bland; - It lifts the pony’s glossy mane, - So light and proud she holds his rein. - Not easier bears a leaf the dew - Than she her scarf and kirtle blue, - And on her wrist, in bells and jess, - The falcon perched for idleness. - That merry bird, O would I were! - In joy with her, in joy with her. - - My darling comes not from her bower, - The lowered pennon sweeps the tower; - The larches droop their tassels low, - And bells are marshalled to and fro. - My heart, my heart, beholds her now, - The pallid hands, the saintly brow, - The lily with chill death oppressed - Against the summer of her breast: - That lily pale, O would I were! - In peace with her, in peace with her. - - - - -BOSTON, FROM THE BRIDGE. - - - THIS night my heart’s world-roaming dreams are met, - The while I gaze across the river-brim, - Beyond the anchored ships with cordage dim, - To the clear lights, that like a coronet - On thee, my noble city, nobly set, - Along thy summits trail their golden rim. - Peril forsake thee! so shall peal my hymn; - Glory betide thee! Nor may men forget, - Shelter of scholars, poets, artisans! - The sap that filled the perfect vein of Greece, - And hung with bloom her fair, illustrious tree, - Unheeded, thro’ dull eras made advance, - Unfruitful, stole to topmost boughs in peace - Twice centuries twelve; and flowered again in thee. - - - - -THE RED AND YELLOW LEAF. - - - THE red and yellow leaf - Came down upon the wind, - Across the ripened grain; - The red and yellow leaf, - Before me and behind, - Sang shrilly in my brain: - - “Pride and growth of spring, - Ease, and olden cheer, - Shall no longer be: - What benighted thing, - Dreamer, dost thou here? - Follow, follow me! - - “Youth is done, and skill; - What is any trust - Any more to thee? - Pale thou art and chill; - All of love is dust: - Follow, follow me!” - - “Thou red and yellow leaf, - O whither?” from my staff - I called adown the wind; - The red and yellow leaf, - I heard its mocking laugh - Before me and behind! - - - - -“POETE MY MAISTER CHAUCER.”[A] - - - SOMEWHERE, sometime, I walked a field wherein - The daisies held high festival in white, - Thinking: Alas! he with a young delight - Among them once his golden web did spin; - He who made half-divine an olden inn, - The Tabard; sung of Ariadne bright, - And penned of Sarra’s king at fall of night, - “Where now I leave, there will I fresh begin.” - Then straightway heard I merry laughter rise - From one that wrote, thrown on a daisy-bed, - Who, seeing the two-fold wonder in mine eyes, - Spake, lifting up his fair and reverend head: - “Child! this is the earth-completing Paradise, - And thou, that strayest here, art centuries dead.” - -FOOTNOTE: - -[A] Lydgate so calls him, - - . . . . “of righte and equitie, - Since he in Englishe in rhyming was the beste.” - - - - - -MOUNT AUBURN IN MAY. - - - THIS is earth’s liberty-day: - Yonder the linden-trees sway - To music of winds from the west, - And I hear the old merry refrain, - Of the stream that has broken its chain - By the gates of the City of Rest, - - The City whose exquisite towers - I see thro’ the sunny long hours - If but from my window I lean; - Yea, dearest! thy threshold of stone, - Thine ivy-grown door and my own - Have naught save the river between. - - Thine on that heavenly height - Are beauty, and warmth, and delight; - And long as our parting shall be, - Live there in thy summer! nor know - How near lie the frost and the snow - On hearts that are breaking for thee. - - - - -AMONG THE FLAGS - -IN DORIC HALL, MASSACHUSETTS STATE HOUSE. - - - DEAR witnesses, all luminous, eloquent, - Stacked thickly on the tesselated floor! - The soldier-blood stirs in me, as of yore - In sire and grandsire who to battle went: - I seem to know the shaded valley tent, - The armed and bearded men, the thrill of war, - Horses that prance to hear the cannon roar, - Shrill bugle-calls, and camp-fire merriment. - And as fair symbols of heroic things, - Not void of tears mine eyes must e’en behold - These banners lovelier as the deeper marred: - A panegyric never writ for kings - On every tarnished staff and tattered fold; - And by them, tranquil spirits standing guard. - - - - -CHILD AND FLOWER. - -[_From the French of Chateaubriand._][B] - - - ALONG her coffin-lid the spotless roses rest - A father’s sad, sad hand culled from a happy bower; - Earth, they were born of thee: take back upon thy breast - Young child and tender flower. - - To this unhallowed world, ah! let them not return, - To this dark world where grief and sin and anguish lower; - The winds might wound and break, the sun might parch and burn - Young child and tender flower. - - Thou sleepest, O Elise! thy years were brief and bright; - The burden and the heat are spared thy noonday hour; - For dewy morn has flown, and on its pinions light, - Young child and tender flower. - -FOOTNOTE: - -[B] The author’s title runs: “Sur la Fille de mon Ami, enterrée devant -moi hier au Cimetière de Passy: 16 Juin, 1832.” - - - - -KNIGHT FALSTAFF. - - - I SAW the dusty curtain, ages old, - Its purple tatters twitched aside, and lo! - The fourth King Harry’s reign in lusty show - Behind, its deeds in living file outrolled - Of peace and war; some sage, some mad, and bold: - Last, near a tree, a bridled neighing row - With latest spoils encumbered, saints do know, - By Hal and Hal’s boon cronies; on the wold - Laughter of prince and commons; there and here - Travellers fleeing; drunken thieves that sang; - Wild bells; a tavern’s echoing jolly shout; - Signals along the highway, full of cheer; - A gate that closed with not incautious clang, - When that sweet rogue, bad Jack! came lumbering out. - - - - -THE POET.[C] - - - LISTEN! the mother - Croons o’er her darling; - Birds to the summer - Call from the trees; - Sailors in chorus - Chant of the ocean: - The poet’s heart singeth - Songs sweeter than these. - - Thy lute, gentle lover, - To her thou adorest; - Ye troubadours! pæans - For princes of Guelph: - But Heaven’s own harpers - Breathe not in their music - The song that his happy heart - Sings to itself; - The changeless, soft song that it - Sings to itself! - -FOOTNOTE: - -[C] For this trifle, obligations are due to Maestro Mozart. A sunny -little opening Andante of his, from the Second Sonata in A major, -suggested immediately and quite irresistibly the words here appended, -which follow its rhythm throughout. - - - - -A CRIMINAL. 1865. - - - “CLOSE as a mask he wore this fiery sin - Of hate; and daring peril foremost, died - Ere yet the wrath of law was justified, - Hopeless, with memory such as miscreants win. - One sacred head he smote, encircled in - A people’s arms; and shook, with storms allied, - The pillars of the world from side to side.”... - E’en so the Angel’s record must begin. - Show me not anguish since that traitor-stroke - Rang o’er the brunt of war; yet child, O child! - When later days bring bitter thoughts, recall, - No maledictions on his name I spoke, - Catching lost cues; but asked, well-reconciled, - God, our Interpreter, to right us all. - - - - -ORIENT-BORN. - - - BEAUTIFUL olive-brown brows, chin where the fairy-print lies; - Vagrant dark tresses above splendid mysterious eyes; - - Mellowest fires that glow under the calm of her face, - Girl of all girls in the world for mould and for color and grace. - - Such are the opal-like maids that flash in the groves to and fro, - Dancers Arabian; such, languorous ages ago, - - Ptolemy’s daughter; and so, breathing faint cassia and musk, - Veilèd young Moors on divans, singing and sighing at dusk. - - Never in opiate dreams have I o’ertaken you, sweet; - Never with henna-tipped hands; never with silken-shod feet; - - Still the love-charm of the East must over and over be told: - By-and-by havoc with hearts!... Ah, slowly, my seven-year-old! - - - - -CHARONDAS. - - - HE lifted his forehead, and stood at his height, - And gathered the cloak round his noble age, - This man, the law-giver, Charondas the Greek; - And loud the Eubœans called to him: “Speak, - We listen and learn, O sage!” - - “In peace shall ye come where the people be,” - Spake the lofty figure with flashing eyes: - “But whoso comes armed to the public hall - Shall suffer his death before us all.” - And the hearers believed him wise. - - The years sped quick and the years dragged slow; - In council oft was the throng arrayed, - But never the statued chamber saw - The gleam of a weapon; for loving the law, - The Greeks from their hearts obeyed. - - War’s challenge knocked at the city gates; - Students flocked to the front, grown bold; - The strong men, girded, faced up to the north; - The women wept to the gods; and forth - Went the brave of the days of old. - - Peace winged her flight to the city gates; - Young men and strong, they followed fast - Back to the breast of their fair, free land: - Charondas, afar on the foreign strand, - Remained at his post the last. - - Their leader he, in war as in word, - The fire of youth for his life-long lease, - The strength of Mars in the arm that stood - Seven hot decades upheld for good - In the turbulent courts of Greece. - - The fight is finished, the council meets. - Who is the tardy comer without - In cuirass and shield, and with clanking sword, - Who strides up the aisles without a word, - Rousing that awe-struck shout? - - The tardy comer home from the field— - Great gods! the first to forget and belie - The law he honored, the law he formed: - “Charondas—stand! you enter armed,” - With a shudder the hundreds cry. - - The men who loved him on every side, - The men he led to the victor’s gain, - He paused a moment, the fearless Greek; - A sudden glow on his ashen cheek, - A sudden thought in his brain. - - “I seal the law with my soul and might: - I do not break it,” Charondas said. - He raised his blade, and plunged to the hilt. - Ah! vain their rush, for in glory and guilt, - He lay on the marble, dead. - - - - -CRAZY MARGARET. - - - THAT is she across the way, - Dressed as for a holiday, - Wandering aimlessly along - In oblivion of the throng, - With her lay of old regret; - That is crazy Margaret. - - And her tale floats up and down - This enchanted Norman town, - Told among the wharves and ships, - On the children’s babbling lips, - Over gossips’ window-sills, - In the rectory, thro’ the mills. - - Very sad and very brief, - Graven on a cypress leaf, - Is the record of her days. - When the aloes were ablaze - Long ago, in summertide, - He maid Margaret cherished, died. - - Hush! there is the holier part: - He knew nothing of her heart. - Tears thrilled in her lustrous eye - But to see him passing by, - And she turned from many a claim - Dreaming on that dearest name. - - Solely on his thoughts intent - The rapt student came and went, - All the gladness in his looks - Sprung from visions and from books, - Grave with all, and kind to her, - His meek peasant worshipper. - - So she loved him to the last, - Keeping her soul’s secret fast, - Suffering much and speaking naught - Of the woe her loving wrought; - Till the second summertide, - The young stranger drooped and died. - - At the grave, before them all, - In the market, in the hall, - Down the forest-paths alone, - Ever since, in undertone - She goes singing soft and slow: - “When I meet him, he shall know.” - - Therefore is she eager yet, - Poor, unhappy Margaret, - Holding still, in faith and truth, - The lost idyl of her youth, - Seeking fondly and thro’ tears, - One who sleeps these forty years. - - Should he haunt our Norman coast, - Should he come, the gentle ghost; - Should she tell him of her pain, - Of her passion hushed and vain,— - Would he grieve? or would he care? - What a tragic chance is there! - - - - -TO THE WINDING CHARLES. - - - THOU wanderer, what longing hath - Thee peace on earth denied, - Ah, tell me: constant in no path, - Thy pensive currents glide. - - From dim pursuit and mocking zest, - Would I could set thee free! - My soul hath its divine unrest, - Dear river, like to thee. - - - - -MY NEIGHBOR.[D] - - - WHO art thou that nigh to me - Alone dost dwell, perpetually? - The latch against thy door is mute, - I have not heard thy kind salute, - And though I live here at the gate, - Have never known thy birth or state, - Nor seen thy wide colonial lands - With slaves obeying all commands, - Or children playing at thy knee; - Ah, neighbor mine, unneighborly! - - The sun beats hard upon thy roof, - The tree’s cool shadow waves aloof; - Thou dost not heed, nor speak in ire, - Nor wound thy calm with vain desire. - The cones that patter as they fall, - The drifts that build thine outer wall, - The rains that glisten in the trace - Of thine inscription, dimmed apace, - The winds that blow, the birds that sing,— - Thou carest not for any thing! - - Two centuries and more art thou - In solitude abiding; now - This town is other than thy town; - Its lanes are highways broad and brown; - The oaken houses of thy day, - And inns, and booths, are swept away. - Strange spires would meet thine eager eye, - New ships sail in, new banners fly; - And names are kept of them that fell - In wars to thee incredible. - - How beautiful thine endless rest! - The quiet conscience in thy breast, - Thy hidden place of peace, where pass - The ghost-like stirrings of the grass; - The long immunity from strife, - The tumult, love; the trouble, life; - The blossom at thy feet, to be - A thousand summers, dust like thee; - The winding-sheet, that white as worth, - Shuts all thy failings in the earth. - - My silent neighbor! thou and I - Keep unobtrusive company. - For us each wild October weaves - The glistening clouds, the glowing leaves, - And March by March the robin sings, - Against the solemn porch of King’s, - His sweet good-morrow to us both. - O be not harsh with me, nor wroth, - That I, apart from all the throng, - Break, too, thy silence with a song! - -FOOTNOTE: - -[D] Jacob Sheafe, an old Boston worthy, laid away in 1658, in a quiet -northerly corner of King’s Chapel Burying-Ground. - - - - -THE SEA-GULL. - - - OVER the ships that are anchored, - Over the fleets that part, - Over the cities dark by the shore, - High as a dream thou art! - - Beautiful is thy coming, - Light is thy wing as it goes; - And O but to leap and follow this hour - Thy perfect flight to the close, - - O but to leap and follow - Where freedom and rest may be; - Where the soul that I loved in surpassing love - Hath vanished away, with thee! - - - - -LILY-OF-THE-VALLEY. - - - DARLING of the cloistered flowers, - Rising meekly after showers, - Every cup a waving censer,— - Winds are softer at thy coming; - By thee goes the wild bee, humming - Music richer and intenser. - - Indian balsam is thy breathing, - Sabbath stillness thy enwreathing; - Peace and thee no thought can sever. - In thy plaintive looks and tender, - Things of long-forgotten splendor - Thrill my inmost spirit ever. - - And I love thee in such fashion, - With so much of truth and passion, - In this sad wish to enshrine thee: - Only pure hearts be thy wearers, - Only gentlest hands thy bearers, - Even if therefore mine resign thee; - - Even if now I yield thee wholly - To the pure and gentle solely, - On whose breast thy cheek is lying! - Droop and glisten where she laid thee, - And remember me that made thee, - Dear, so happy in thy dying. - - - - -LOVER LOQUITUR. - - - LIEGE lady! believe me, - All night, from my pillow - I heard, but to grieve me, - The plash of the willow; - The rain on the towers, - The winds without number, - In the gloom of the hours, - And denial of slumber: - - And nigh to the dawning,— - My heart aching blindly, - Unresting and mourning - That you were unkindly— - What did I ostensibly, - Ah, what under heaven, - Liege lady! but sensibly - Doze till eleven? - - - - -VITALITY. - - - WHEN I was born and wheeled upon my way, - As fire in stars my ready life did glow, - And thrill me thro’, and mount to lips and lids: - I was as dead when I died yesterday - As those mild shapes Egyptian, that we know - Since Memnon sang, are housed in pyramids. - - - - -TO THE RIVER. - - - FRIEND CHARLES! ’tis long since even for a space - We stood in cordial parley: you and I, - (Albeit about the selfsame city lie - The daily orbits we in silence pace), - Seldom, how seldom, see each other’s face! - Always had you a mill to turn near by, - A race to aid; and I, with scarce a sigh, - Passed, on like duties bound with heavy grace. - But now good Leisure puts all things in tune, - Now o’er their brimming bowls in odorous whiff - The gods send up the clouds above us curled, - Let us go forth, my Charles! thro’ fields of June - Together, gladly, lovingly, as if - We could not have enough of this sweet world. - - - - -THE SECOND TIME THEY MET. - - - “OH, would I might see my love,” sang he, - As he dreamed in his true heart of her, - As he rode that day up the highway wide, - With his feathers gay, and the lute at his side; - “Oh, would I might see my love,” sang he, - “My love that knows not I love her.” - - “Oh, would I might see my love,” sang she, - As she sat in the porch above him, - With the web half-spun in her fingers fair, - And a ray of the sun in her brown, brown hair; - “Oh, would I might see my love,” sang she, - “My love that knows not I love him.” - - Then as their eyes met, with a start I forget - Whether shame, or delight, or sorrow, - The sky in its glow seemed to interest her, - And he bent very low to fasten his spur; - But “Oh, would I might see my love,”—dear me! - They sang it no more till the morrow. - - - - -ON NOT READING A POSTHUMOUS WORK.[E] - - - THEY stirred the carven agate door - Back from the cloisters, where of yore - One toiled by night, and toiling, kept - The starlight on his bended head: - “O enter with us, straight and free, - The master’s place of mystery; - Had he not gone beyond the sea, - He would have bid us come,” they said. - - But from the threshold hushed and gray - The loiterer turned, and made his way - From arch to arch, and answered low, - Pale with some ever-deepening dread: - “What he once promised to unfold, - Without him, how shall I behold? - O enter you whose hearts are bold; - My heart hath failed me here,” he said. - - Thou dead magician, be it so! - I close thy pages, and forego - The beauty other men may scan - With much of awe and tenderness; - And if this blessing half-divine, - With gracious sorrow I resign - To faith that firmer is than mine, - Thou knowest if I love thee less! - -FOOTNOTE: - -[E] Hawthorne’s “Doctor Grimshawe.” - - - - -BESSY IN THE STORM. - - - “WHY come ye in with tresses wild, - With baffling winds aweary, - All damp and cold, my bonny girl, - My deary? - - “The sun not yet has oped his lids, - The clouds hold fast together; - Why stirred ye out this angry morn, - And whither?” - - “O mother mine! mayhap I rose - To fetch the gillyflower, - Or soothe my sister’s little son - An hour; - - “Or else I led a bleating lamb, - Strayed off from any other, - Or went to pray at break of day, - Sweet mother!” - - “My Bess, my lass, deceive me not; - So long it had not taken.” - “O no; O no! I did for grief - Awaken. - - “My true love never you have seen, - Down by the ships I found him; - In all the gale, I held mine arms - Around him. - - “He spake to me, he kissed me thrice, - And sailed the seas a-mourning; - And then my tears rained with the rain - Returning.” - - - - -AFTER A DUEL. - - “In fair and discreet manhood; that is, civilly, by the - sword.”—_Ben Jonson._ - - - BY laurels upon your brow - New-placed, our worth is reckoned: - You are a hero now, - And I,—a dead man’s second. - - Your prowess was most fair, - And fairer yet I own it; - A majesty lies there, - And you have overthrown it. - - To dexterous hands was given - Your weapon giant-hewing; - The lightning out from heaven - Had scarcely dared its doing! - - For balm on wounds aghast - Supreme in you my trust is; - Solicitous to the last, - Your pity tempered justice. - - Thanks, to my final breath, - For challenge, thrust, and parry. - With this pale weight of death - Your living praise I carry. - - I see no hate abhorr’d, - But courtesy acting thro’ you: - The Devil, sweet my lord, - Be thus considerate to you! - - In honor, after a lapse, - Dare you to combat sprightly, - Thenceforth you chance mishaps - To superintend,—politely. - - - - -INDIFFERENCE. - - - AS once in a town thro’ the twilight pleasant - A belfry chorus majestic rose, - While our talk ran on, and the good lamp glistened, - And nothing you recked, rapt soul! but listened, - And followed on truant wing incessant - After the chime to its silvern close; - - So later, when over your gentle pages, - The harsh world wronged you with scorn and sting, - By the far-away joy in your blue eye growing, - I knew that beyond these ill winds blowing, - You heard, my Poet! the praise of the ages; - Only and ever you heard them sing. - - - - -THE PLEDGING. - - - “WE buried a loving heart to-day; - We miss his coming over the way, - The toss of his hair, his laughter’s ring; - - “The radiant presence gone from earth; - The serious eyes that could shine with mirth, - The luminous brain, the hand of a king; - - “So, losing him as we did, I say - Fill up the goblets, and glad and gay - On his lonely road we will drink him cheer: - - “Health to the fine old friend we knew! - Peace to his slumbers under the dew! - Hail to his memory kind and dear! - - “And for second pledge, fill up to the brim; - (Laugh lightly, what if our eyes be dim!) - Here’s to the first that shall follow him.” - - The sun ran riot across the floor; - Pomegranate-blossoms swung by the door; - Blithe robins lit on the ivied sill: - - The voice in the gurgle of wine was lost; - Up from the board were the beakers tossed; - Loud clashed their rims with a royal will. - - And he, the youngest, that swayed them erst, - Poured yet again, like a man athirst: - “To the first who follows we drink, we three!” - - Sudden beside him Another stood, - So sudden, he fell as the sandal-wood - Sinks when the axe is laid to the tree: - - But the Shadow lifted his cup instead - With the old quick smile, and the toss of the head: - “Franz! thou art the first to follow!” he said. - - - - -AT GETTYSBURG. - - - BELLS of victory are dumb; - Trailing sword and muffled drum - On we come, - - Downcast eyes and broken tread, - Weary arms, and burdenèd - With our dead. - - Lives were proffered: reck not his; - For dear Freedom’s ransom is - Sacrifice. - - Proud our love is, nor at last - With a sorrow that is past - Overcast. - - O’er the very clay we bring, - Meet it is that we should sing - Triumphing: - - He was foremost, he was leal; - Let his gallant breast reveal - Honor’s seal. - - Him we yield the Roman crown, - Woven bays; in his renown - Lay him down. - - Earth will softest pillow make, - So that never heart shall ache - For his sake; - - Spring will pass here many a day, - Sighing, one with thoughts that pray - Far away, - - “When the trumpets shake the sod, - Raise Thy Knight from this dull clod, - Lord our God!” - - - - -EARLY DEATH. - - - A YOUNG bird fell last night across the dark - And was not. In the willow hung its nest; - But yesterday, with proud and beating breast, - From bough to bough it crossed a fairy arc; - Among its kindred barely did we hark - Its first delightful carol, or note the crest - Grow into golden-violet loveliest; - There was no dial in our thought to mark - The sealèd possibilities of days, - The unwrought miracle of happy singing: - And now, tho’ newly fail our earthly sense, - Elsewhere that delicate intelligence - Bursts into blossom of harmonious lays, - All summer on a comely tree-top swinging. - - - - -MY SOPRANO. - -(H. L.) - - - LOVING her, what should I fail to do for her?— - Keep season on season sunny and blue for her, - Lengthen her days like a happy tale, - With thoughts all tender and hearts all true for her, - - Ward her from trouble, good tidings bring to her; - Fight for her, laugh with her, comfort her, cling to her, - But if I were even a nightingale, - I wonder—if I should dare to sing to her! - - - - -THE CROSS ROADS. - - - OUT from the prison at twilight, - With stealthy, terrible swiftness, - Darted one of the branded, life beating in every vein; - Freedom stirring his pulses, - Gladness and fear and longing - Surging thro’ brain and body with precious unwonted pain. - - Out from the damp, dark cell, - The shackles, the sorrowful silence, - Out from the ring of faces and the jarring of stern commands, - Forth to the scent of the meadows, - The glisten of garrulous brooklets, - And the dim, kindly evening he blessed with his weary hands. - - On, like the sweep of a scimitar - Dashed he, cutting the darkness, - Or as the storm blows on, none knowing its way or its will; - Cumbered with horrible fears, - Leaped he the perilous ledges - Reaching the village that lay in the valley, untroubled and still. - - Midway of his sickening haste, - Sudden he faltered and moaned, - Seeing three stand by a window, as the breeze loitering blew; - A woman sad-featured and patient, - Two golden heads at her shoulder, - Dear eyes he made shine once—dear childish hair that he knew! - - Not yet, for surely the bloodhounds - Would track him thither to-morrow; - Not yet! tho’ soon that door should open, as long ago: - Dashing the tear from his cheeks, - The bronze, rough cheeks that it hallowed, - He rushed on. Had they seen it, the poor, wan face? Did they know? - - Here meet the roads: see, eastways, - The long, clear track to the forest, - There, with chestnuts shaded, the path to the inland town: - Behind, a glimpse of the village, - Front—four sharp cliffs to the ocean; - Quickly, which shall he choose? Hark! the captors are hunting him - down! - - Shuffle of hurrying feet, - Breathings nearer and nearer. - No choice for a man that is doomed, unless straight to the merciful - sea. - Up to the toilsome cliffs! - Better death than new anguish! - A cry, a plunge . . . shine, stars, on the ripples that ring that sea. - - Soft in the ominous shadow the branches stir by the meadow, - Fair in the lonely distance the dying household glow; - Deep in the dust of the street, - Just where the four roads meet, - Two trembling forms where he stood a moment so; - And a wistful child’s voice said, - Touched with great trouble and dread: - “O little sister! which way did father go?” - - - - -“HEART OF GOLD.” - - - LADY serene, benign, - This dainty name of mine, - Pride in my bashful eyes - Bending to see, - With your look eloquent, - Oft for glad service lent, - Laughingly, lovingly, - Gave you to me. - - Generous gift bestowed! - Lofty desert avowed! - Queen and true Knight indeed - Played we those days; - All of my faith unspent, - Full of my child’s content, - Shyly, yet haughtily, - Wore I your praise. - - O for that happy sport - Once in your mimic court! - O for your voice again, - Lips silencèd! - O for the olden name - Ere disillusion came; - O for “the golden heart,” - Too, that is dead! - - - - -A JACOBITE REVIVAL. - - - ONE voice I heard of a ghostly horde, - About a visionary board, - That said, - While goblets filled with ruby-red: - “Can you remember, good my lord, - - “Among the newer creeds and laws, - The unrevived, pathetic cause - Of kings? - Can you remember all such things? - How long, how long ago it was! - - “What is the story? Rivets loose, - Superb contrivance; fainter use; - For years, - Allegiance, consecrate with tears, - Sad loyalty, its own excuse; - - “A morning faith magnificent; - Defiance breaking; ardor spent - And pains - For royal blood thro’ dwindled veins, - Half-clogged with dust of dull content, - - “But weak not wholly; for there burst - In the last scion, battle-nursed, - Such scope - Of rich emprise, that our rash hope - Wrote him not last, indeed, but first. - - “For our true liege folk mocked at ease, - And chartered foes, and crossed the seas: - Behold! - Where are they now, the gaps, the old - Delicious taunts and enmities? - - “Then, troops of gallant gentlemen - That passed by night o’er field and fen, - Did shout - Townward, lusty and loud throughout: - ‘When the King comes back to his own again.’ - - “Then rose a prayer, heart-tremulous, - Near many an heir, in many a house, - Asleep: - ‘O kindly Heaven! do thou but keep - Our children rebels after us!’ - - “Then sailors landing from the fleet, - Idling wits in a sunny street, - And sirs - With trim-clipp’d beards and rattling spurs - Met, swearing fealty: so we meet. - - “And since the stars, and you, and I - Have seen the cycle rolling by, - And know - That right is right, thro’ flower and snow, - Why then, give still the wonted cry:— - - “Here’s to the proud, forgotten names, - Here’s to the Stuart, Charles and James! - Ah me! - Full few that live so long as we - Fan older love to steadier flames. - - “Here’s to our fathers, Cavaliers; - Their noble toil, their patient years - That bore - A burden precious now no more: - So may they rest in happier spheres. - - “And here’s our benison for her - Who doth the forfeit sceptre stir; - A toast - Late in the day, and welcome most: - Death and doom to Hanover!” - - . . . . - - Now this I heard from comrades dead, - And vowed Amen to all they said, - And rose - With fair intent to draw more close; - But like the forest deer they fled. - - - - -SPRING. - -“With a difference.”—HAMLET. - - - AGAIN the bloom, the northward flight, - The fount freed at its silver height, - And down the deep woods to the lowest, - The fragrant shadows scarred with light. - - O inescapeable joy of spring! - For thee the world shall leap and sing; - But by her darkened door thou goest - Forever as a spectral thing. - - - - -ADVENTURERS. - - - WHEN we were children, at our will, - That vanished summer blithe and free, - Dear shipmate! how we loved to float - Thro’ wind and calm, in a little boat, - All alone on the sparkling sea! - - One morn, defying storms we sailed - And sang our Credo, you and I— - “Beyond the foam, the surge, the mist, - The sea-fog’s moving amethyst, - The peaceful fairy islands lie.” - - And far we urged the forward prow, - Half-mad with longing as we hied; - Yet at the sunset’s dying glow - Faint-hearted, ceased, and homewards so - Came meekly with the evening tide. - - Surely, the Isles of Rest were near! - Why did our childish ardor tire? - Now more, oh, more the thousandth time! - We thirst for that celestial clime, - We hunger with that old desire. - - Some day, when we shall sail again, - The home-lights late indeed may burn; - Let signals flutter on the shore, - Let tides creep up to the open door, - But with no tide shall we return. - - - - -L’ETIQUETTE. - - - NEVER one in your kingdom, my queen, - Who stands in your presence serene, - Would take the first step less or more, - Or pose otherwise on the floor, - Or bend a whit deeper the knee, - Or speak but as low as can be, - And then at your royal command; - And never a lord in the land - Would stir the fine blade in its sheath, - Or a marchioness rustle her wreath, - Or a page grow too lean or too stout - For fear of an exile, no doubt. - And yet I remember the first - Thro’ order and system to burst, - Old freedom of ways to reclaim, - Was that blithe little fellow who came - To the arras majestic one day, - In his lace and his velvet array, - And rioted gallantly round, - And talked of his horse and his hound, - And gave milord’s buckler a clang - And leaped o’er the marbles, and sang, - And laughed in barbarian glee, - Disturbing your stately levee;— - Till the horrified ladies came down - And bore him away, at your frown. - - That was a twelvemonth ago. - You sit there as placid as snow: - In ease and politeness and state, - The court holds its doings of late, - With nothing to vex with a qualm - That formal, respectable calm. - Patrician reproofs are forgot, - Since further ill-doers are not. - Liege lady! say, what would you give - Henceforward as long as you live, - For the roguish soft clutch at your hair, - The capers and curvets in air, - The laughter’s wild musical flow, - That you frowned at a twelvemonth ago? 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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Songs at the Start - -Author: Louise Imogen Guiney - -Release Date: September 20, 2016 [EBook #53087] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS AT THE START *** - - - - -Produced by Emmy, MWS 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> - -<h1 class="faux"><span class="smcap">Songs at the Start</span></h1> -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 495px;"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="495" height="800" alt="This cover was created by the transcriber by adding the title page's text to the cover and is placed in the public domain" /> -</div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="maintitle"><span class="smcap">Songs at the Start</span></div> - - -<div class="center"><br /><br /><small>BY</small><br /> -<span class="author">LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY</span><br /><br /><br /></div> - - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">“And we sail on, away, afar,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Without a course, without a star,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But by the instinct of sweet music driven.”</span></div> -<div class="sig"><span class="smcap">Shelley</span>: <i>Prometheus Unbound</i>.</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<div class="center"><br /><br /><br />BOSTON<br /> -CUPPLES, UPHAM AND COMPANY<br /> -1884</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> - - - - -<div class="copyright"> -<i>Copyright</i>,<br /> -<span class="smcap">By Louise Imogen Guiney</span>,<br /> -1884.<br /> -<br /> -<br /> -<br /> -C. J. PETERS AND SON,<br /> -STEREOTYPERS AND ELECTROTYPERS,<br /> -<span class="smcap">145 High Street</span>.<br /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<h2>ERRATA.</h2> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Page 10.</span> Third line: read <i>haunt</i> for <i>haunts</i>.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Page 26.</span> Tenth and eleventh lines: omit the word <i>no</i>.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p> - -<div class="tnote">[Transcriber’s Note: These changes have been made to the text.]</div> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="center"><small>THIS</small><br /> - -<small>FIRST SLIGHT OUTCOME OF TASTES TRANSMITTED BY<br /> -MY FATHER,</small><br /> - -<b>Is Inscribed to His Friend and Mine,</b><br /> - -JOHN BOYLE O’REILLY.</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a><br /><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> - - - - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> -<tr><td align="left"> </td> -<td align="right"><small>Page</small></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Gloucester Harbor</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Leonore</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Ballad of Metz</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Private Theatricals</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Divination by an Easter Lily</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Rival Singers</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">After the Storm</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Hemlock River</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">On One Poet Refusing Homage to Another</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Brother Bartholomew</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Reserve</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Patriot Chorus on the Eve of War</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Lo and Lu</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Her Voice</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">An Epitaph</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Falcon and the Lily</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Boston, from the Bridge</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Red and Yellow Leaf</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left">“<span class="smcap">Poete my Maister Chaucer</span>”</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Mount Auburn in May</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Among the Flags</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span><span class="smcap">Child and Flower</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Knight Falstaff</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Poet</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Criminal</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Orient-Born</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Charondas</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Crazy Margaret</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">To the Winding Charles</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">My Neighbor</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Sea-Gull</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Lily of the Valley</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Lover Loquitur</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Vitality</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">To the River</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Second Time they Met</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">On Not Reading a Posthumous Work</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Bessy in the Storm</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">After a Duel</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Indifference</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Pledging</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">At Gettysburg</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Early Death</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">My Soprano</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Cross Roads</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left">“<span class="smcap">Heart of Gold</span>”</td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Jacobite Revival</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Spring</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Adventurers</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">L’Etiquette</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td> -</tr> -<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Grave and the Rose</span></td> -<td align="right"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td> -</tr> -</table> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> - -<h2><span class="smcap">Songs at the Start.</span></h2> - - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 101px;"> -<img src="images/doodad.jpg" width="101" height="15" alt="decoration" /> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a><br /><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>GLOUCESTER HARBOR.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">North</span> from the beautiful islands,</div> -<div class="verse">North from the headlands and highlands,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">The long sea-wall,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The white ships flee with the swallow;</div> -<div class="verse">The day-beams follow and follow,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Glitter and fall.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The brown ruddy children that fear not,</div> -<div class="verse">Lean over the quay, and they hear not</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Warnings of lips;</span></div> -<div class="verse">For their hearts go a-sailing, a-sailing,</div> -<div class="verse">Out from the wharves and the wailing</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 4em;">After the ships.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Nothing to them is the golden</div> -<div class="verse">Curve of the sands, or the olden</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Haunt of the town;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Little they reck of the peaceful</div> -<div class="verse">Chiming of bells, or the easeful</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sport on the down:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The orchards no longer are cherished;</div> -<div class="verse">The charm of the meadow has perished:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Dearer, ay me!</span></div> -<div class="verse">The solitude vast, unbefriended,</div> -<div class="verse">The magical voice and the splendid</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Fierce will of the sea.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Beyond them, by ridges and narrows</div> -<div class="verse">The silver prows speed like the arrows</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sudden and fair;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Like the hoofs of Al Borak the wondrous,</div> -<div class="verse">Lost in the blue and the thund’rous</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Depths of the air;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">On to the central Atlantic,</div> -<div class="verse">Where passionate, hurrying, frantic</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Elements meet;</span></div> -<div class="verse">To the play and the calm and commotion</div> -<div class="verse">Of the treacherous, glorious ocean,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Cruel and sweet.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In the hearts of the children forever</div> -<div class="verse">She fashions their growing endeavor,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">The pitiless sea;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Their sires in her caverns she stayeth,</div> -<div class="verse">The spirits that love her she slayeth,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">And laughs in her glee.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Woe, woe, for the old fascination!</div> -<div class="verse">The women make deep lamentation</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">In starts and in slips;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Here always is hope unavailing,</div> -<div class="verse">Here always the dreamers are sailing</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">After the ships!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>LEONORE.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">You</span> scarce can mark her flying feet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or bear her eyelids’ flash a space;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Her passing by is like the sweet</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blown odor of some tropic place;</span></div> -<div class="verse">She has a voice, a smile sincere,</div> -<div class="verse">The blitheness of the nascent year,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">April’s growth and grace;</span></div> -<div class="verse">All youth, all force, all fire and stress</div> -<div class="verse">In her impassioned gentleness,</div> -<div class="verse">Half exhortation, half caress.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A thing of peace and of delight,—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A fountain sparkling in the sun,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Reflecting heavenly shapes by night,—</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her moods thro’ ordered beauty run.</span></div> -<div class="verse">Light be the storm that she must know,</div> -<div class="verse">And branches greener after snow</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For hope to build upon;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Late may the tear of memory start,</div> -<div class="verse">And Love, who is her counterpart,</div> -<div class="verse">Be tender with that lily-heart!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>A BALLAD OF METZ.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Léon</span> went to the wars,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">True soul without a stain;</span></div> -<div class="verse">First at the trumpet-call,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy son, Lorraine!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Never a mighty host</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thrilled so with one desire;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Never a past Crusade</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lit nobler fire.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And he, among the rest,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Smote foemen in the van,—</span></div> -<div class="verse">No braver blood than his</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since time began.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And mild and fond was he,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sensitive as a leaf;—</span></div> -<div class="verse">Just Heaven! that he was this,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is half my grief!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We followed where the last</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Detachment led away,</span></div> -<div class="verse">At Metz, an evil-starred</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bitter day.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some of us had been hurt</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the first hot assault,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet wills were slackened not,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor feet at fault.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We hurried on to the front;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our banners were soiled and rent;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Grim riflemen, gallants all,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our captain sent.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A Prussian lay by a tree</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rigid as ice, and pale,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And sheltered out of the reach</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of battle-hail.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His cheek was hollow and white,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Parched was his purpled lip;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ bullets had fastened on</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their leaden grip,</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Tho’ ever he gasped and called,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Called faintly from the rear,</span></div> -<div class="verse">What of it? And all in scorn</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I closed mine ear.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The very colors he wore,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They burnt and bruised my sight;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The greater his anguish, so</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was my delight.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">We laughed a savage laugh,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who loved our land too well,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Giving its enemies hate</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unspeakable:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But Léon, kind heart, poor heart,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Clutched me around the arm;</span></div> -<div class="verse">“He faints for water!” he said,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“It were no harm</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To soothe a wounded man</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Already on death’s rack.”</span></div> -<div class="verse">He seized his brimming gourd,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hurried back.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The foeman grasped it quick</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With wild eyes, ’neath whose lid</span></div> -<div class="verse">A coiled and viper-like look</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Glittered and hid.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He raised his shattered frame</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up from the grassy ground,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And drank with the loud, mad haste</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a thirsty hound.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Léon knelt by his side,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">One hand beneath his head;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Not kinder the water than</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The words he said.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He rose and left him so,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Stretched on the grassy plot,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The viper-like flame in his eyes</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alas! forgot.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Léon with easy gait</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Strode on; he bared his hair,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Swinging his army cap,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Humming an air.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Just as he neared the troops,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Over there by the stream—</span></div> -<div class="verse">Good God! a sudden snap</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a lurid gleam.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I wrenched my bandaged arm</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With the horror of the start:</span></div> -<div class="verse">Léon was low at my feet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shot thro’ the heart.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Do you think an angel told</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whose hands the deed had done?</span></div> -<div class="verse">To the Prussian we dashed back,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mute, every one.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Do you think we stopped to curse,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or wailing feebly, stood?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Do you think we spared who shed</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A friend’s sweet blood?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ha! vengeance on the fiend:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We smote him as if hired;</span></div> -<div class="verse">I most of them, and more</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they had tired.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I saw the deep eye lose</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its dastard, steely blue:</span></div> -<div class="verse">I saw the trait’rous breast</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pierced thro’ and thro’.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">His musket, smoking yet,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unhanded, lay beside;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Three times three thousand deaths</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Prussian died.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And he, my brother, Léon,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lies, too, upon the plain:</span></div> -<div class="verse">O teach no more Christ’s mercy,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy sons, Lorraine!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>[This incident actually befell a private in a Massachusetts volunteer -regiment, belonging to the Fifth Corps, at the battle of Malvern -Hill.]</p></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>PRIVATE THEATRICALS.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">You</span> were a haughty beauty, Polly,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">(That was in the play,)</span></div> -<div class="verse">I was the lover melancholy;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">(That was in the play.)</span></div> -<div class="verse">And when your fan and you receded,</div> -<div class="verse">And all my passion lay unheeded,</div> -<div class="verse">If still with tenderer words I pleaded,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">That was in the play!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I met my rival at the gateway,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">(That was in the play,)</span></div> -<div class="verse">And so we fought a duel straightway;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">(That was in the play.)</span></div> -<div class="verse">But when Jack hurt my arm unduly,</div> -<div class="verse">And you rushed over, softened newly,</div> -<div class="verse">And kissed me, Polly! truly, truly,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Was that in the play?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>DIVINATION BY AN EASTER LILY.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Out</span> of the Lenten gloom it springs,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Out of the wintry land,</span></div> -<div class="verse">White victor-flower with breath of myrrh,</div> -<div class="verse">Joy’s oracle and harbinger;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">I take it in my hand,</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I fold it to my lips, and know</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">That death is overpast,</span></div> -<div class="verse">That blessèd is thy glad release,</div> -<div class="verse">And thou with Christ art full of peace,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dear heart in Heaven! at last.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE RIVAL SINGERS.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Two</span> marvellous singers of old had the city of Florence,—</div> -<div class="verse">She that is loadstar of pilgrims, Florence the beautiful,—</div> -<div class="verse">Who sang but thro’ bitterest envy their exquisite music,</div> -<div class="verse">Each for o’ercoming the other, as fierce as the seraphs</div> -<div class="verse">At the dread battle pre-mundane, together down-wrestling.</div> -<div class="verse">And once when the younger, surpassing the best at a festival,</div> -<div class="verse">Thrilled the impetuous people, O singing so rarely!</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>That up on their shoulders they raised him, and carried him straightway</div> -<div class="verse">Over the threshold, ’mid ringing of belfries and shouting,</div> -<div class="verse">Till into his pale cheek mounted a color like morning</div> -<div class="verse">(For he was Saxon in blood) that made more resplendent</div> -<div class="verse">The gold of his hair for an aureole round and above him,</div> -<div class="verse">Seeing which, called his adorers aloud, thanking Heaven</div> -<div class="verse">That sent down an angel to sing for them, taking their homage;—</div> -<div class="verse">While this came to pass in the city, one marked it, and harbored</div> -<div class="verse">A purpose which followed endlessly on, like his shadow.</div> -<div class="verse">Therefore at night, as a vine that aye clambering stealthily</div> -<div class="verse">Slips by the stones to an opening, came the assassin,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>And left the deep sleeper by moonlight, the Saxon hair dabbled</div> -<div class="verse">With red, and the brave voice smitten to death in his bosom.</div> -<div class="verse">Now this was the end of the hate and the striving and singing.</div> -<div class="verse">But the Italian thro’ Florence, his city familiar,</div> -<div class="verse">Fared happily ever, none knowing the crime and the passion,</div> -<div class="verse">Winning honor and guerdon in peaceful and prosperous decades,</div> -<div class="verse">Supreme over all, and rejoiced with the cheers and the clanging.</div> -<div class="verse"><i>Carissima!</i> what? and you wonder the world did not loathe him?</div> -<div class="verse">Child, he lived long, and was lauded, and died very famous.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>AFTER THE STORM.</h2> - - -<h3>I.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Now</span> that the wind is tamed and broken,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And day gleams over the lea,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Row, row, for the one you love</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was out on the raging sea:</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Row, row, row,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sturdy and brave o’er the treacherous wave,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hope like a beacon before,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Row, sailor, row</span></div> -<div class="verse">Out to the sea from the shore!</div> -</div> -</div> - - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse">O, the oar that was once so merry,</div> -<div class="verse">O, but the mournful oar!</div> -<div class="verse">Row, row; God steady your arm</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>To the dark and desolate shore:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Row, row, row,</span></div> -<div class="verse">With your own love dead, and her wet gold head</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Laid there at last on your knee,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Row, sailor, row,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Back to the shore from the sea!</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>HEMLOCK RIVER.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">On</span> that river, where their will is,</div> -<div class="verse">Grow the tranquil-hearted lilies;</div> -<div class="verse">In and out, with summer cadence,</div> -<div class="verse">Brown o’erbrimming waters slide;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Shade is there and mossy quiet,—</div> -<div class="verse">O but go thou never nigh it!</div> -<div class="verse">Ghosts of three unhappy maidens</div> -<div class="verse">Float upon its bosom wide.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>ON ONE POET REFUSING HOMAGE TO -ANOTHER.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">A name</span> all read and many rue</div> -<div class="verse">Chanced on the idle talk of two;</div> -<div class="verse">I saw the listener doubt and falter</div> -<div class="verse">Till came the rash reproof anew.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then on his breath arose a sigh,</div> -<div class="verse">And in the flashes of reply</div> -<div class="verse">I saw the great indignant shower</div> -<div class="verse">Surcharge the azure of his eye.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Said he: “’Neath our accord intense</div> -<div class="verse">At mutual shrines of soul and sense,</div> -<div class="verse">Flows, like a subterraneous river,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>This last and only difference.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Behold, I am with anguish torn</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">That you should name his name in scorn,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And use it as an April flower</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Plucked from his grave and falsely worn:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Thrice better his renown were not!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And he in silence lay forgot,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Than to exhale a strife unending</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Should be his gentle memory’s lot.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“How can you, freedom in your reach,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Nurse your high thought on others’ speech,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And follow after brawling critics</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Reiterating blame with each?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“The world’s ill judgments roll and roll</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Nor touch that shy, evasive soul,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Whose every tangled hour of living</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">God draws to issues fair and whole.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“It grieves me less that, purely good,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">His aims are darkly understood,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Than that your spirit jars unkindly</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Against its golden brotherhood.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<i>Et tu, Brute!</i> Where he hath flown</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">On kindred wing you cross the zone,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And yet for hate, thro’ lack of knowing,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Austerely misconstrue your own.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“No closer wave and wave at sea</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Than he and you for grace should be;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I would endure the chains of bondage</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">That you might share this truth with me!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“A leaf’s light strength should break the wind,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ere my desire, your wilful mind;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">If I should waste my lips in pleading,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Or drain my heart, you still were blind,</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Still warring on the citadels</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Of Truth remotely, till her bells</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Rouse me, your friend, to old defiance,—</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Tho’ dear you be in all things else,—</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“And tho’ my hope the day-star is</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Of broadening eternities,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Wherein, the shadows cleared forever,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Your cordial hand shall rest in his.”</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>BROTHER BARTHOLOMEW.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Brother Bartholomew</span>, working-time,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would fall into musing and drop his tools;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Brother Bartholomew cared for rhyme</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">More than for theses of the schools;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And sighed, and took up his burden so,</div> -<div class="verse">Vowed to the Muses, for weal or woe.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At matins he sat, the book on his knees,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But his thoughts were wandering far away;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And chanted the evening litanies</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Watching the roseate skies grow gray,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Watching the brightening starry host</div> -<div class="verse">Flame like the tongues at Pentecost.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“A foolish dreamer, and nothing more;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The idlest fellow a cell could hold;”</span></div> -<div class="verse">So murmured the worthy Isidor,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prior of ancient Nithiswold;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet pitiful, with dispraise content,</div> -<div class="verse">Signed never the culprit’s banishment.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Meanwhile Bartholomew went his way</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And patiently wrote in his sunny cell;</span></div> -<div class="verse">His pen fast travelled from day to day;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">His books were covered, the walls as well.</span></div> -<div class="verse">“But O for the monk that I miss, instead</div> -<div class="verse">Of this listless rhymer!” the Prior said.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Bartholomew dying, as mortals must,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not unbelov’d of the cowlèd throng,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thereafter, they took from the dark and dust</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of shelves and of corners, many a song</span></div> -<div class="verse">That cried loud, loud to the farthest day,</div> -<div class="verse">How a bard had arisen,—and passed away.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wonderful verses! fair and fine,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rich in the old Greek loveliness;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The seer-like vision, half divine;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pathos and merriment in excess.</span></div> -<div class="verse">And every perfect stanza told</div> -<div class="verse">Of love and of labor manifold.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The King came out and stood beside</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bartholomew’s taper-lighted bier,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And turning to his lords, he sighed:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“How worn and wearied doth he appear,—</span></div> -<div class="verse">Our noble poet,—now he is dead!”</div> -<div class="verse">“O tireless worker!” the Prior said.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>RESERVE.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">You</span> that are dear, O you above the rest!</div> -<div class="verse">Forgive him his evasive moods and cold;</div> -<div class="verse">The absence that belied him oft of old,</div> -<div class="verse">The war upon sad speech, the desperate jest,</div> -<div class="verse">And pity’s wildest gush but half-confessed,</div> -<div class="verse">Forgive him! Let your gentle memories hold</div> -<div class="verse">Some written word once tender and once bold,</div> -<div class="verse">Or service done shamefacedly at best,</div> -<div class="verse">Whereby to judge him. All his days he spent,</div> -<div class="verse">Like one who with an angel wrestled well,</div> -<div class="verse">O’ermastering Love with show of light disdain;</div> -<div class="verse">And whatsoe’er your spirits underwent,</div> -<div class="verse">He, wounded for you, worked no miracle</div> -<div class="verse">To make his heart’s allegiance wholly plain.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>PATRIOT CHORUS ON THE EVE OF -WAR.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">In</span> thy holy need, our country,</div> -<div class="verse">Shatter other idols straightway;</div> -<div class="verse">Quench our household fires before us,</div> -<div class="verse">Reap the pomp of harvests low;</div> -<div class="verse">Strike aside each glad ambition</div> -<div class="verse">Born of youth and golden leisure,</div> -<div class="verse">Leave us only to remember</div> -<div class="verse">Faith we swore thee long ago!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">All the passionate sweep of heart-strings,</div> -<div class="verse">Thirst and famine, din of battle,</div> -<div class="verse">All the wild despair and sorrow</div> -<div class="verse">That were ever or shall be,</div> -<div class="verse">Are too little, are too worthless,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>Laid along thine upward pathway</div> -<div class="verse">As with our souls’ strength we lay them,</div> -<div class="verse">Stepping-stones, O Love! for thee.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">If we be thy burden-bearers,</div> -<div class="verse">Let us ease thee of thy sorrow;</div> -<div class="verse">If our hands be thine avengers,</div> -<div class="verse">Life or death, they shall not fail;</div> -<div class="verse">If thy heart be just and tender,</div> -<div class="verse">Wrong us not with hesitation:</div> -<div class="verse">Take us, trust us, lead us, love us,</div> -<div class="verse">Till the eternal Truth prevail!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>LO AND LU.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">When</span> we began this never-ended</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Kind companionship,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Childish greetings lit the splendid</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Laughter at the lip;</span></div> -<div class="verse">You were ten and I eleven;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Henceforth, as we knew,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Was all the mischief under heaven</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Set down to Lo and Lu.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Long we fought and cooed together,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Held an equal reign,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Snowballs could we fire and gather,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Twine a clover chain;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Sing in G an A flat chorus</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">’Mid the tuneful crew,—</span></div> -<div class="verse">No harmonious angels o’er us</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Taught us, Lo or Lu.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Pleasant studious times have seen us</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Arm-in-arm of yore,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Learnèd books, well-thumbed between us,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Spread along the floor;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Perched in pine-tops, sunk in barley,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Rogues, where rogues were few,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Right or wrong, in deed and parley,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Comrades, Lo and Lu.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Which could leap where banks were wider,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mock the cat-bird’s call?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Which preside and pop the cider</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">At a festival?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Who became the finer Stoic</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Stabbing trouble thro’,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thrilled to hear of things heroic</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Oftener, Lo or Lu?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Earliest, blithest! then and ever</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Mirror of my heart!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Grow we old and wise and clever</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Now, so far apart;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Still as tender as a mother’s</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">Floats our prayer for two;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Neither yet can spare the other’s</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">“God bless—Lo and Lu!”</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>HER VOICE.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">A lark</span> from cloud to cloud along</div> -<div class="verse">In wildest labyrinths of song,—</div> -<div class="verse">So jubilant and proud and strong;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A ray that climbs the garden wall</div> -<div class="verse">And leaps the height at evenfall,—</div> -<div class="verse">So clear, so faint, so mystical;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A summer fragrance on the breeze,</div> -<div class="verse">A shower upon the lilied leas,</div> -<div class="verse">A sunburst over violet seas,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">A wand of light, a fairy spell</div> -<div class="verse">Beyond a faltering lip to tell;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>Bright Music’s perfect miracle.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Still live the gift outrunning praise,</div> -<div class="verse">Inviolate from this earthly place</div> -<div class="verse">And fitly pure for heavenly days,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sincerity its stay and guard,</div> -<div class="verse">A glowing nature, happy-starred,</div> -<div class="verse">Its dwelling now and afterward!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Where’er that gentle heart shall be,</div> -<div class="verse">Responsive to their source I see</div> -<div class="verse">The fount and form of melody;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And my foreshadowed spirit drawn</div> -<div class="verse">Of hindrance free, and unforlorn,</div> -<div class="verse">To list thro’ some ambrosial dawn,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To follow with oblivious eyes</div> -<div class="verse">The old delight, the fresh surprise,</div> -<div class="verse">Adown the glades of Paradise!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>AN EPITAPH.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Fugitive</span> to nobler air,</div> -<div class="verse">Dead avow thee who shall dare?</div> -<div class="verse">Freeborn spirit, eagle heart,</div> -<div class="verse">Full of life thou wert and art!</div> -<div class="verse">Tender was thy glance, and bland;</div> -<div class="verse">Honor swayed thy giving hand;</div> -<div class="verse">Sweet as fragrance on the sense</div> -<div class="verse">Stole thy rich intelligence,</div> -<div class="verse">And thy coming, like the spring,</div> -<div class="verse">Moved the saddest lips to sing.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Wealth above all argosies!</div> -<div class="verse">Sunshine of our drooping eyes!</div> -<div class="verse">Be to Heaven, for Heaven’s desert,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>Fair as unto us thou wert.</div> -<div class="verse">Tho’ the groping breezes moan</div> -<div class="verse">Here about thy burial-stone,</div> -<div class="verse">Never sorrow’s lightest breath</div> -<div class="verse">Links thy happy name with death,</div> -<div class="verse">Lest therein our love should be,</div> -<div class="verse">Thou that livest! false to thee.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE FALCON AND THE LILY.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">My</span> darling rides across the sand;</div> -<div class="verse">The wind is warm, the wind is bland;</div> -<div class="verse">It lifts the pony’s glossy mane,</div> -<div class="verse">So light and proud she holds his rein.</div> -<div class="verse">Not easier bears a leaf the dew</div> -<div class="verse">Than she her scarf and kirtle blue,</div> -<div class="verse">And on her wrist, in bells and jess,</div> -<div class="verse">The falcon perched for idleness.</div> -<div class="verse">That merry bird, O would I were!</div> -<div class="verse">In joy with her, in joy with her.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My darling comes not from her bower,</div> -<div class="verse">The lowered pennon sweeps the tower;</div> -<div class="verse">The larches droop their tassels low,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>And bells are marshalled to and fro.</div> -<div class="verse">My heart, my heart, beholds her now,</div> -<div class="verse">The pallid hands, the saintly brow,</div> -<div class="verse">The lily with chill death oppressed</div> -<div class="verse">Against the summer of her breast:</div> -<div class="verse">That lily pale, O would I were!</div> -<div class="verse">In peace with her, in peace with her.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>BOSTON, FROM THE BRIDGE.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">This</span> night my heart’s world-roaming dreams are met,</div> -<div class="verse">The while I gaze across the river-brim,</div> -<div class="verse">Beyond the anchored ships with cordage dim,</div> -<div class="verse">To the clear lights, that like a coronet</div> -<div class="verse">On thee, my noble city, nobly set,</div> -<div class="verse">Along thy summits trail their golden rim.</div> -<div class="verse">Peril forsake thee! so shall peal my hymn;</div> -<div class="verse">Glory betide thee! Nor may men forget,</div> -<div class="verse">Shelter of scholars, poets, artisans!</div> -<div class="verse">The sap that filled the perfect vein of Greece,</div> -<div class="verse">And hung with bloom her fair, illustrious tree,</div> -<div class="verse">Unheeded, thro’ dull eras made advance,</div> -<div class="verse">Unfruitful, stole to topmost boughs in peace</div> -<div class="verse">Twice centuries twelve; and flowered again in thee.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE RED AND YELLOW LEAF.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;"><span class="smcap">The</span> red and yellow leaf</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Came down upon the wind,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Across the ripened grain;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The red and yellow leaf,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Before me and behind,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Sang shrilly in my brain:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Pride and growth of spring,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Ease, and olden cheer,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Shall no longer be:</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">What benighted thing,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Dreamer, dost thou here?</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Follow, follow me!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Youth is done, and skill;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">What is any trust</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Any more to thee?</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Pale thou art and chill;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">All of love is dust:</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Follow, follow me!”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Thou red and yellow leaf,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">O whither?” from my staff</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I called adown the wind;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">The red and yellow leaf,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I heard its mocking laugh</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Before me and behind!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>“POETE MY MAISTER CHAUCER.”<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Somewhere</span>, sometime, I walked a field wherein</div> -<div class="verse">The daisies held high festival in white,</div> -<div class="verse">Thinking: Alas! he with a young delight</div> -<div class="verse">Among them once his golden web did spin;</div> -<div class="verse">He who made half-divine an olden inn,</div> -<div class="verse">The Tabard; sung of Ariadne bright,</div> -<div class="verse">And penned of Sarra’s king at fall of night,</div> -<div class="verse">“Where now I leave, there will I fresh begin.”</div> -<div class="verse">Then straightway heard I merry laughter rise</div> -<div class="verse">From one that wrote, thrown on a daisy-bed,</div> -<div class="verse">Who, seeing the two-fold wonder in mine eyes,</div> -<div class="verse">Spake, lifting up his fair and reverend head:</div> -<div class="verse">“Child! this is the earth-completing Paradise,</div> -<div class="verse">And thou, that strayest here, art centuries dead.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTE:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1">[A]</a> Lydgate so calls him, -</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 3em;">. . . . “of righte and equitie,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Since he in Englishe in rhyming was the beste.”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>MOUNT AUBURN IN MAY.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">This</span> is earth’s liberty-day:</div> -<div class="verse">Yonder the linden-trees sway</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To music of winds from the west,</span></div> -<div class="verse">And I hear the old merry refrain,</div> -<div class="verse">Of the stream that has broken its chain</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">By the gates of the City of Rest,</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The City whose exquisite towers</div> -<div class="verse">I see thro’ the sunny long hours</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">If but from my window I lean;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yea, dearest! thy threshold of stone,</div> -<div class="verse">Thine ivy-grown door and my own</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have naught save the river between.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thine on that heavenly height</div> -<div class="verse">Are beauty, and warmth, and delight;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And long as our parting shall be,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Live there in thy summer! nor know</div> -<div class="verse">How near lie the frost and the snow</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On hearts that are breaking for thee.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>AMONG THE FLAGS<br /> - -<small>IN DORIC HALL, MASSACHUSETTS STATE HOUSE.</small></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Dear</span> witnesses, all luminous, eloquent,</div> -<div class="verse">Stacked thickly on the tesselated floor!</div> -<div class="verse">The soldier-blood stirs in me, as of yore</div> -<div class="verse">In sire and grandsire who to battle went:</div> -<div class="verse">I seem to know the shaded valley tent,</div> -<div class="verse">The armed and bearded men, the thrill of war,</div> -<div class="verse">Horses that prance to hear the cannon roar,</div> -<div class="verse">Shrill bugle-calls, and camp-fire merriment.</div> -<div class="verse">And as fair symbols of heroic things,</div> -<div class="verse">Not void of tears mine eyes must e’en behold</div> -<div class="verse">These banners lovelier as the deeper marred:</div> -<div class="verse">A panegyric never writ for kings</div> -<div class="verse">On every tarnished staff and tattered fold;</div> -<div class="verse">And by them, tranquil spirits standing guard.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>CHILD AND FLOWER.</h2> - -<div class="center">[<i>From the French of Chateaubriand.</i>]<a name="FNanchor_B_2" id="FNanchor_B_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_B_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</a></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Along</span> her coffin-lid the spotless roses rest</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A father’s sad, sad hand culled from a happy bower;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Earth, they were born of thee: take back upon thy breast</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Young child and tender flower.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To this unhallowed world, ah! let them not return,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To this dark world where grief and sin and anguish lower;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The winds might wound and break, the sun might parch and burn</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Young child and tender flower.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou sleepest, O Elise! thy years were brief and bright;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The burden and the heat are spared thy noonday hour;</span></div> -<div class="verse">For dewy morn has flown, and on its pinions light,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Young child and tender flower.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTE:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_B_2" id="Footnote_B_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_B_2">[B]</a> The author’s title runs: “Sur la Fille de mon Ami, enterrée -devant moi hier au Cimetière de Passy: 16 Juin, 1832.”</p></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>KNIGHT FALSTAFF.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">I saw</span> the dusty curtain, ages old,</div> -<div class="verse">Its purple tatters twitched aside, and lo!</div> -<div class="verse">The fourth King Harry’s reign in lusty show</div> -<div class="verse">Behind, its deeds in living file outrolled</div> -<div class="verse">Of peace and war; some sage, some mad, and bold:</div> -<div class="verse">Last, near a tree, a bridled neighing row</div> -<div class="verse">With latest spoils encumbered, saints do know,</div> -<div class="verse">By Hal and Hal’s boon cronies; on the wold</div> -<div class="verse">Laughter of prince and commons; there and here</div> -<div class="verse">Travellers fleeing; drunken thieves that sang;</div> -<div class="verse">Wild bells; a tavern’s echoing jolly shout;</div> -<div class="verse">Signals along the highway, full of cheer;</div> -<div class="verse">A gate that closed with not incautious clang,</div> -<div class="verse">When that sweet rogue, bad Jack! came lumbering out.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE POET.<a name="FNanchor_C_3" id="FNanchor_C_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_C_3" class="fnanchor">[C]</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Listen!</span> the mother</div> -<div class="verse">Croons o’er her darling;</div> -<div class="verse">Birds to the summer</div> -<div class="verse">Call from the trees;</div> -<div class="verse">Sailors in chorus</div> -<div class="verse">Chant of the ocean:</div> -<div class="verse">The poet’s heart singeth</div> -<div class="verse">Songs sweeter than these.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thy lute, gentle lover,</div> -<div class="verse">To her thou adorest;</div> -<div class="verse">Ye troubadours! pæans</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>For princes of Guelph:</div> -<div class="verse">But Heaven’s own harpers</div> -<div class="verse">Breathe not in their music</div> -<div class="verse">The song that his happy heart</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sings to itself;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The changeless, soft song that it</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sings to itself!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTE:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_C_3" id="Footnote_C_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_C_3">[C]</a> For this trifle, obligations are due to Maestro Mozart. A sunny -little opening Andante of his, from the Second Sonata in A major, suggested -immediately and quite irresistibly the words here appended, -which follow its rhythm throughout.</p></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>A CRIMINAL. 1865.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<span class="smcap">Close</span> as a mask he wore this fiery sin</div> -<div class="verse">Of hate; and daring peril foremost, died</div> -<div class="verse">Ere yet the wrath of law was justified,</div> -<div class="verse">Hopeless, with memory such as miscreants win.</div> -<div class="verse">One sacred head he smote, encircled in</div> -<div class="verse">A people’s arms; and shook, with storms allied,</div> -<div class="verse">The pillars of the world from side to side.”...</div> -<div class="verse">E’en so the Angel’s record must begin.</div> -<div class="verse">Show me not anguish since that traitor-stroke</div> -<div class="verse">Rang o’er the brunt of war; yet child, O child!</div> -<div class="verse">When later days bring bitter thoughts, recall,</div> -<div class="verse">No maledictions on his name I spoke,</div> -<div class="verse">Catching lost cues; but asked, well-reconciled,</div> -<div class="verse">God, our Interpreter, to right us all.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>ORIENT-BORN.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Beautiful</span> olive-brown brows, chin where the fairy-print lies;</div> -<div class="verse">Vagrant dark tresses above splendid mysterious eyes;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Mellowest fires that glow under the calm of her face,</div> -<div class="verse">Girl of all girls in the world for mould and for color and grace.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Such are the opal-like maids that flash in the groves to and fro,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>Dancers Arabian; such, languorous ages ago,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ptolemy’s daughter; and so, breathing faint cassia and musk,</div> -<div class="verse">Veilèd young Moors on divans, singing and sighing at dusk.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Never in opiate dreams have I o’ertaken you, sweet;</div> -<div class="verse">Never with henna-tipped hands; never with silken-shod feet;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Still the love-charm of the East must over and over be told:</div> -<div class="verse">By-and-by havoc with hearts!... Ah, slowly, my seven-year-old!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>CHARONDAS.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">He</span> lifted his forehead, and stood at his height,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gathered the cloak round his noble age,</span></div> -<div class="verse">This man, the law-giver, Charondas the Greek;</div> -<div class="verse">And loud the Eubœans called to him: “Speak,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We listen and learn, O sage!”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“In peace shall ye come where the people be,”</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Spake the lofty figure with flashing eyes:</span></div> -<div class="verse">“But whoso comes armed to the public hall</div> -<div class="verse">Shall suffer his death before us all.”</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the hearers believed him wise.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The years sped quick and the years dragged slow;</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In council oft was the throng arrayed,</span></div> -<div class="verse">But never the statued chamber saw</div> -<div class="verse">The gleam of a weapon; for loving the law,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Greeks from their hearts obeyed.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">War’s challenge knocked at the city gates;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Students flocked to the front, grown bold;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The strong men, girded, faced up to the north;</div> -<div class="verse">The women wept to the gods; and forth</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Went the brave of the days of old.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Peace winged her flight to the city gates;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Young men and strong, they followed fast</span></div> -<div class="verse">Back to the breast of their fair, free land:</div> -<div class="verse">Charondas, afar on the foreign strand,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Remained at his post the last.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Their leader he, in war as in word,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fire of youth for his life-long lease,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The strength of Mars in the arm that stood</div> -<div class="verse">Seven hot decades upheld for good</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the turbulent courts of Greece.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The fight is finished, the council meets.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who is the tardy comer without</span></div> -<div class="verse">In cuirass and shield, and with clanking sword,</div> -<div class="verse">Who strides up the aisles without a word,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rousing that awe-struck shout?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The tardy comer home from the field—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Great gods! the first to forget and belie</span></div> -<div class="verse">The law he honored, the law he formed:</div> -<div class="verse">“Charondas—stand! you enter armed,”</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a shudder the hundreds cry.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The men who loved him on every side,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The men he led to the victor’s gain,</span></div> -<div class="verse">He paused a moment, the fearless Greek;</div> -<div class="verse">A sudden glow on his ashen cheek,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A sudden thought in his brain.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“I seal the law with my soul and might:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">I do not break it,” Charondas said.</span></div> -<div class="verse">He raised his blade, and plunged to the hilt.</div> -<div class="verse">Ah! vain their rush, for in glory and guilt,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He lay on the marble, dead.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>CRAZY MARGARET.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">That</span> is she across the way,</div> -<div class="verse">Dressed as for a holiday,</div> -<div class="verse">Wandering aimlessly along</div> -<div class="verse">In oblivion of the throng,</div> -<div class="verse">With her lay of old regret;</div> -<div class="verse">That is crazy Margaret.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And her tale floats up and down</div> -<div class="verse">This enchanted Norman town,</div> -<div class="verse">Told among the wharves and ships,</div> -<div class="verse">On the children’s babbling lips,</div> -<div class="verse">Over gossips’ window-sills,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span>In the rectory, thro’ the mills.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Very sad and very brief,</div> -<div class="verse">Graven on a cypress leaf,</div> -<div class="verse">Is the record of her days.</div> -<div class="verse">When the aloes were ablaze</div> -<div class="verse">Long ago, in summertide,</div> -<div class="verse">He maid Margaret cherished, died.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Hush! there is the holier part:</div> -<div class="verse">He knew nothing of her heart.</div> -<div class="verse">Tears thrilled in her lustrous eye</div> -<div class="verse">But to see him passing by,</div> -<div class="verse">And she turned from many a claim</div> -<div class="verse">Dreaming on that dearest name.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Solely on his thoughts intent</div> -<div class="verse">The rapt student came and went,</div> -<div class="verse">All the gladness in his looks</div> -<div class="verse">Sprung from visions and from books,</div> -<div class="verse">Grave with all, and kind to her,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span>His meek peasant worshipper.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So she loved him to the last,</div> -<div class="verse">Keeping her soul’s secret fast,</div> -<div class="verse">Suffering much and speaking naught</div> -<div class="verse">Of the woe her loving wrought;</div> -<div class="verse">Till the second summertide,</div> -<div class="verse">The young stranger drooped and died.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">At the grave, before them all,</div> -<div class="verse">In the market, in the hall,</div> -<div class="verse">Down the forest-paths alone,</div> -<div class="verse">Ever since, in undertone</div> -<div class="verse">She goes singing soft and slow:</div> -<div class="verse">“When I meet him, he shall know.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Therefore is she eager yet,</div> -<div class="verse">Poor, unhappy Margaret,</div> -<div class="verse">Holding still, in faith and truth,</div> -<div class="verse">The lost idyl of her youth,</div> -<div class="verse">Seeking fondly and thro’ tears,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>One who sleeps these forty years.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Should he haunt our Norman coast,</div> -<div class="verse">Should he come, the gentle ghost;</div> -<div class="verse">Should she tell him of her pain,</div> -<div class="verse">Of her passion hushed and vain,—</div> -<div class="verse">Would he grieve? or would he care?</div> -<div class="verse">What a tragic chance is there!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>TO THE WINDING CHARLES.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Thou</span> wanderer, what longing hath</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thee peace on earth denied,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Ah, tell me: constant in no path,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy pensive currents glide.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">From dim pursuit and mocking zest,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would I could set thee free!</span></div> -<div class="verse">My soul hath its divine unrest,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear river, like to thee.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>MY NEIGHBOR.<a name="FNanchor_D_4" id="FNanchor_D_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_D_4" class="fnanchor">[D]</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Who</span> art thou that nigh to me</div> -<div class="verse">Alone dost dwell, perpetually?</div> -<div class="verse">The latch against thy door is mute,</div> -<div class="verse">I have not heard thy kind salute,</div> -<div class="verse">And though I live here at the gate,</div> -<div class="verse">Have never known thy birth or state,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor seen thy wide colonial lands</div> -<div class="verse">With slaves obeying all commands,</div> -<div class="verse">Or children playing at thy knee;</div> -<div class="verse">Ah, neighbor mine, unneighborly!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The sun beats hard upon thy roof,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>The tree’s cool shadow waves aloof;</div> -<div class="verse">Thou dost not heed, nor speak in ire,</div> -<div class="verse">Nor wound thy calm with vain desire.</div> -<div class="verse">The cones that patter as they fall,</div> -<div class="verse">The drifts that build thine outer wall,</div> -<div class="verse">The rains that glisten in the trace</div> -<div class="verse">Of thine inscription, dimmed apace,</div> -<div class="verse">The winds that blow, the birds that sing,—</div> -<div class="verse">Thou carest not for any thing!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Two centuries and more art thou</div> -<div class="verse">In solitude abiding; now</div> -<div class="verse">This town is other than thy town;</div> -<div class="verse">Its lanes are highways broad and brown;</div> -<div class="verse">The oaken houses of thy day,</div> -<div class="verse">And inns, and booths, are swept away.</div> -<div class="verse">Strange spires would meet thine eager eye,</div> -<div class="verse">New ships sail in, new banners fly;</div> -<div class="verse">And names are kept of them that fell</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>In wars to thee incredible.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">How beautiful thine endless rest!</div> -<div class="verse">The quiet conscience in thy breast,</div> -<div class="verse">Thy hidden place of peace, where pass</div> -<div class="verse">The ghost-like stirrings of the grass;</div> -<div class="verse">The long immunity from strife,</div> -<div class="verse">The tumult, love; the trouble, life;</div> -<div class="verse">The blossom at thy feet, to be</div> -<div class="verse">A thousand summers, dust like thee;</div> -<div class="verse">The winding-sheet, that white as worth,</div> -<div class="verse">Shuts all thy failings in the earth.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">My silent neighbor! thou and I</div> -<div class="verse">Keep unobtrusive company.</div> -<div class="verse">For us each wild October weaves</div> -<div class="verse">The glistening clouds, the glowing leaves,</div> -<div class="verse">And March by March the robin sings,</div> -<div class="verse">Against the solemn porch of King’s,</div> -<div class="verse">His sweet good-morrow to us both.</div> -<div class="verse">O be not harsh with me, nor wroth,</div> -<div class="verse">That I, apart from all the throng,</div> -<div class="verse">Break, too, thy silence with a song!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_D_4" id="Footnote_D_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_D_4">[D]</a> Jacob Sheafe, an old Boston worthy, laid away in 1658, in a quiet -northerly corner of King’s Chapel Burying-Ground.</p></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE SEA-GULL.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Over</span> the ships that are anchored,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Over the fleets that part,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Over the cities dark by the shore,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">High as a dream thou art!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Beautiful is thy coming,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Light is thy wing as it goes;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And O but to leap and follow this hour</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy perfect flight to the close,</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O but to leap and follow</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where freedom and rest may be;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where the soul that I loved in surpassing love</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hath vanished away, with thee!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>LILY-OF-THE-VALLEY.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Darling</span> of the cloistered flowers,</div> -<div class="verse">Rising meekly after showers,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Every cup a waving censer,—</span></div> -<div class="verse">Winds are softer at thy coming;</div> -<div class="verse">By thee goes the wild bee, humming</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Music richer and intenser.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Indian balsam is thy breathing,</div> -<div class="verse">Sabbath stillness thy enwreathing;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Peace and thee no thought can sever.</span></div> -<div class="verse">In thy plaintive looks and tender,</div> -<div class="verse">Things of long-forgotten splendor</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thrill my inmost spirit ever.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And I love thee in such fashion,</div> -<div class="verse">With so much of truth and passion,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">In this sad wish to enshrine thee:</span></div> -<div class="verse">Only pure hearts be thy wearers,</div> -<div class="verse">Only gentlest hands thy bearers,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Even if therefore mine resign thee;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Even if now I yield thee wholly</div> -<div class="verse">To the pure and gentle solely,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On whose breast thy cheek is lying!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Droop and glisten where she laid thee,</div> -<div class="verse">And remember me that made thee,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear, so happy in thy dying.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>LOVER LOQUITUR.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Liege</span> lady! believe me,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All night, from my pillow</span></div> -<div class="verse">I heard, but to grieve me,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The plash of the willow;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The rain on the towers,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The winds without number,</span></div> -<div class="verse">In the gloom of the hours,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And denial of slumber:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And nigh to the dawning,—</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My heart aching blindly,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Unresting and mourning</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That you were unkindly—</span></div> -<div class="verse">What did I ostensibly,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ah, what under heaven,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Liege lady! but sensibly</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Doze till eleven?</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>VITALITY.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">When</span> I was born and wheeled upon my way,</div> -<div class="verse">As fire in stars my ready life did glow,</div> -<div class="verse">And thrill me thro’, and mount to lips and lids:</div> -<div class="verse">I was as dead when I died yesterday</div> -<div class="verse">As those mild shapes Egyptian, that we know</div> -<div class="verse">Since Memnon sang, are housed in pyramids.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>TO THE RIVER.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Friend Charles!</span> ’tis long since even for a space</div> -<div class="verse">We stood in cordial parley: you and I,</div> -<div class="verse">(Albeit about the selfsame city lie</div> -<div class="verse">The daily orbits we in silence pace),</div> -<div class="verse">Seldom, how seldom, see each other’s face!</div> -<div class="verse">Always had you a mill to turn near by,</div> -<div class="verse">A race to aid; and I, with scarce a sigh,</div> -<div class="verse">Passed, on like duties bound with heavy grace.</div> -<div class="verse">But now good Leisure puts all things in tune,</div> -<div class="verse">Now o’er their brimming bowls in odorous whiff</div> -<div class="verse">The gods send up the clouds above us curled,</div> -<div class="verse">Let us go forth, my Charles! thro’ fields of June</div> -<div class="verse">Together, gladly, lovingly, as if</div> -<div class="verse">We could not have enough of this sweet world.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE SECOND TIME THEY MET.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<span class="smcap">Oh</span>, would I might see my love,” sang he,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As he dreamed in his true heart of her,</span></div> -<div class="verse">As he rode that day up the highway wide,</div> -<div class="verse">With his feathers gay, and the lute at his side;</div> -<div class="verse">“Oh, would I might see my love,” sang he,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“My love that knows not I love her.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Oh, would I might see my love,” sang she,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">As she sat in the porch above him,</span></div> -<div class="verse">With the web half-spun in her fingers fair,</div> -<div class="verse">And a ray of the sun in her brown, brown hair;</div> -<div class="verse">“Oh, would I might see my love,” sang she,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“My love that knows not I love him.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Then as their eyes met, with a start I forget</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whether shame, or delight, or sorrow,</span></div> -<div class="verse">The sky in its glow seemed to interest her,</div> -<div class="verse">And he bent very low to fasten his spur;</div> -<div class="verse">But “Oh, would I might see my love,”—dear me!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">They sang it no more till the morrow.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>ON NOT READING A POSTHUMOUS -WORK.<a name="FNanchor_E_5" id="FNanchor_E_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_E_5" class="fnanchor">[E]</a></h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">They</span> stirred the carven agate door</div> -<div class="verse">Back from the cloisters, where of yore</div> -<div class="verse">One toiled by night, and toiling, kept</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The starlight on his bended head:</span></div> -<div class="verse">“O enter with us, straight and free,</div> -<div class="verse">The master’s place of mystery;</div> -<div class="verse">Had he not gone beyond the sea,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">He would have bid us come,” they said.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But from the threshold hushed and gray</div> -<div class="verse">The loiterer turned, and made his way</div> -<div class="verse">From arch to arch, and answered low,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pale with some ever-deepening dread:</span></div> -<div class="verse">“What he once promised to unfold,</div> -<div class="verse">Without him, how shall I behold?</div> -<div class="verse">O enter you whose hearts are bold;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">My heart hath failed me here,” he said.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thou dead magician, be it so!</div> -<div class="verse">I close thy pages, and forego</div> -<div class="verse">The beauty other men may scan</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With much of awe and tenderness;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And if this blessing half-divine,</div> -<div class="verse">With gracious sorrow I resign</div> -<div class="verse">To faith that firmer is than mine,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou knowest if I love thee less!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTE:</h3> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_E_5" id="Footnote_E_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_E_5">[E]</a> Hawthorne’s “Doctor Grimshawe.”</p></div></div> -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>BESSY IN THE STORM.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<span class="smcap">Why</span> come ye in with tresses wild,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With baffling winds aweary,</span></div> -<div class="verse">All damp and cold, my bonny girl,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">My deary?</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“The sun not yet has oped his lids,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The clouds hold fast together;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Why stirred ye out this angry morn,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">And whither?”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“O mother mine! mayhap I rose</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To fetch the gillyflower,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or soothe my sister’s little son</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 2em;">An hour;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Or else I led a bleating lamb,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Strayed off from any other,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or went to pray at break of day,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sweet mother!”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“My Bess, my lass, deceive me not;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">So long it had not taken.”</span></div> -<div class="verse">“O no; O no! I did for grief</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Awaken.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“My true love never you have seen,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down by the ships I found him;</span></div> -<div class="verse">In all the gale, I held mine arms</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Around him.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“He spake to me, he kissed me thrice,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sailed the seas a-mourning;</span></div> -<div class="verse">And then my tears rained with the rain</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Returning.”</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>AFTER A DUEL.</h2> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>“In fair and discreet manhood; that is, civilly, by the -sword.”—<i>Ben Jonson.</i></p></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">By</span> laurels upon your brow</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">New-placed, our worth is reckoned:</span></div> -<div class="verse">You are a hero now,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I,—a dead man’s second.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Your prowess was most fair,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fairer yet I own it;</span></div> -<div class="verse">A majesty lies there,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you have overthrown it.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">To dexterous hands was given</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your weapon giant-hewing;</span></div> -<div class="verse">The lightning out from heaven</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had scarcely dared its doing!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">For balm on wounds aghast</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Supreme in you my trust is;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Solicitous to the last,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your pity tempered justice.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Thanks, to my final breath,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For challenge, thrust, and parry.</span></div> -<div class="verse">With this pale weight of death</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your living praise I carry.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">I see no hate abhorr’d,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But courtesy acting thro’ you:</span></div> -<div class="verse">The Devil, sweet my lord,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be thus considerate to you!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">In honor, after a lapse,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dare you to combat sprightly,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Thenceforth you chance mishaps</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">To superintend,—politely.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>INDIFFERENCE.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">As</span> once in a town thro’ the twilight pleasant</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A belfry chorus majestic rose,</span></div> -<div class="verse">While our talk ran on, and the good lamp glistened,</div> -<div class="verse">And nothing you recked, rapt soul! but listened,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And followed on truant wing incessant</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">After the chime to its silvern close;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">So later, when over your gentle pages,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The harsh world wronged you with scorn and sting,</span></div> -<div class="verse">By the far-away joy in your blue eye growing,</div> -<div class="verse">I knew that beyond these ill winds blowing,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">You heard, my Poet! the praise of the ages;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">Only and ever you heard them sing.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE PLEDGING.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“<span class="smcap">We</span> buried a loving heart to-day;</div> -<div class="verse">We miss his coming over the way,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The toss of his hair, his laughter’s ring;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“The radiant presence gone from earth;</div> -<div class="verse">The serious eyes that could shine with mirth,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The luminous brain, the hand of a king;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“So, losing him as we did, I say</div> -<div class="verse">Fill up the goblets, and glad and gay</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On his lonely road we will drink him cheer:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Health to the fine old friend we knew!</div> -<div class="verse">Peace to his slumbers under the dew!</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hail to his memory kind and dear!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“And for second pledge, fill up to the brim;</div> -<div class="verse">(Laugh lightly, what if our eyes be dim!)</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here’s to the first that shall follow him.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The sun ran riot across the floor;</div> -<div class="verse">Pomegranate-blossoms swung by the door;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blithe robins lit on the ivied sill:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">The voice in the gurgle of wine was lost;</div> -<div class="verse">Up from the board were the beakers tossed;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Loud clashed their rims with a royal will.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And he, the youngest, that swayed them erst,</div> -<div class="verse">Poured yet again, like a man athirst:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“To the first who follows we drink, we three!”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Sudden beside him Another stood,</div> -<div class="verse">So sudden, he fell as the sandal-wood</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sinks when the axe is laid to the tree:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">But the Shadow lifted his cup instead</div> -<div class="verse">With the old quick smile, and the toss of the head:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">“Franz! thou art the first to follow!” he said.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>AT GETTYSBURG.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Bells</span> of victory are dumb;</div> -<div class="verse">Trailing sword and muffled drum</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On we come,</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Downcast eyes and broken tread,</div> -<div class="verse">Weary arms, and burdenèd</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With our dead.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Lives were proffered: reck not his;</div> -<div class="verse">For dear Freedom’s ransom is</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sacrifice.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Proud our love is, nor at last</div> -<div class="verse">With a sorrow that is past</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Overcast.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O’er the very clay we bring,</div> -<div class="verse">Meet it is that we should sing</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Triumphing:</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">He was foremost, he was leal;</div> -<div class="verse">Let his gallant breast reveal</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Honor’s seal.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Him we yield the Roman crown,</div> -<div class="verse">Woven bays; in his renown</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lay him down.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Earth will softest pillow make,</div> -<div class="verse">So that never heart shall ache</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For his sake;</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Spring will pass here many a day,</div> -<div class="verse">Sighing, one with thoughts that pray</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Far away,</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“When the trumpets shake the sod,</div> -<div class="verse">Raise Thy Knight from this dull clod,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lord our God!”</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>EARLY DEATH.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">A young</span> bird fell last night across the dark</div> -<div class="verse">And was not. In the willow hung its nest;</div> -<div class="verse">But yesterday, with proud and beating breast,</div> -<div class="verse">From bough to bough it crossed a fairy arc;</div> -<div class="verse">Among its kindred barely did we hark</div> -<div class="verse">Its first delightful carol, or note the crest</div> -<div class="verse">Grow into golden-violet loveliest;</div> -<div class="verse">There was no dial in our thought to mark</div> -<div class="verse">The sealèd possibilities of days,</div> -<div class="verse">The unwrought miracle of happy singing:</div> -<div class="verse">And now, tho’ newly fail our earthly sense,</div> -<div class="verse">Elsewhere that delicate intelligence</div> -<div class="verse">Bursts into blossom of harmonious lays,</div> -<div class="verse">All summer on a comely tree-top swinging.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>MY SOPRANO.</h2> - -<div class="center">(H. L.)</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Loving</span> her, what should I fail to do for her?—</div> -<div class="verse">Keep season on season sunny and blue for her,</div> -<div class="verse">Lengthen her days like a happy tale,</div> -<div class="verse">With thoughts all tender and hearts all true for her,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Ward her from trouble, good tidings bring to her;</div> -<div class="verse">Fight for her, laugh with her, comfort her, cling to her,</div> -<div class="verse">But if I were even a nightingale,</div> -<div class="verse">I wonder—if I should dare to sing to her!</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE CROSS ROADS.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;"><span class="smcap">Out</span> from the prison at twilight,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">With stealthy, terrible swiftness,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Darted one of the branded, life beating in every vein;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Freedom stirring his pulses,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gladness and fear and longing</span></div> -<div class="verse">Surging thro’ brain and body with precious unwonted pain.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out from the damp, dark cell,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shackles, the sorrowful silence,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Out from the ring of faces and the jarring of stern commands,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forth to the scent of the meadows,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The glisten of garrulous brooklets,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span>And the dim, kindly evening he blessed with his weary hands.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">On, like the sweep of a scimitar</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dashed he, cutting the darkness,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Or as the storm blows on, none knowing its way or its will;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cumbered with horrible fears,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Leaped he the perilous ledges</span></div> -<div class="verse">Reaching the village that lay in the valley, untroubled and still.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Midway of his sickening haste,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sudden he faltered and moaned,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Seeing three stand by a window, as the breeze loitering blew;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A woman sad-featured and patient,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Two golden heads at her shoulder,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dear eyes he made shine once—dear childish hair that he knew!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not yet, for surely the bloodhounds</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Would track him thither to-morrow;</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>Not yet! tho’ soon that door should open, as long ago:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dashing the tear from his cheeks,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bronze, rough cheeks that it hallowed,</span></div> -<div class="verse">He rushed on. Had they seen it, the poor, wan face? Did they know?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here meet the roads: see, eastways,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The long, clear track to the forest,</span></div> -<div class="verse">There, with chestnuts shaded, the path to the inland town:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behind, a glimpse of the village,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Front—four sharp cliffs to the ocean;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Quickly, which shall he choose? Hark! the captors are hunting him down!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shuffle of hurrying feet,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Breathings nearer and nearer.</span></div> -<div class="verse">No choice for a man that is doomed, unless straight to the merciful sea.</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up to the toilsome cliffs!</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Better death than new anguish!</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span>A cry, a plunge . . . shine, stars, on the ripples that ring that sea.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Soft in the ominous shadow the branches stir by the meadow,</div> -<div class="verse">Fair in the lonely distance the dying household glow;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Deep in the dust of the street,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just where the four roads meet,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Two trembling forms where he stood a moment so;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a wistful child’s voice said,</span></div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Touched with great trouble and dread:</span></div> -<div class="verse">“O little sister! which way did father go?”</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>“HEART OF GOLD.”</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Lady</span> serene, benign,</div> -<div class="verse">This dainty name of mine,</div> -<div class="verse">Pride in my bashful eyes</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bending to see,</span></div> -<div class="verse">With your look eloquent,</div> -<div class="verse">Oft for glad service lent,</div> -<div class="verse">Laughingly, lovingly,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gave you to me.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Generous gift bestowed!</div> -<div class="verse">Lofty desert avowed!</div> -<div class="verse">Queen and true Knight indeed</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Played we those days;</span></div> -<div class="verse">All of my faith unspent,</div> -<div class="verse">Full of my child’s content,</div> -<div class="verse">Shyly, yet haughtily,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wore I your praise.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O for that happy sport</div> -<div class="verse">Once in your mimic court!</div> -<div class="verse">O for your voice again,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lips silencèd!</span></div> -<div class="verse">O for the olden name</div> -<div class="verse">Ere disillusion came;</div> -<div class="verse">O for “the golden heart,”</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Too, that is dead!</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>A JACOBITE REVIVAL.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">One</span> voice I heard of a ghostly horde,</div> -<div class="verse">About a visionary board,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That said,</span></div> -<div class="verse">While goblets filled with ruby-red:</div> -<div class="verse">“Can you remember, good my lord,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Among the newer creeds and laws,</div> -<div class="verse">The unrevived, pathetic cause</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of kings?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Can you remember all such things?</div> -<div class="verse">How long, how long ago it was!</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“What is the story? Rivets loose,</div> -<div class="verse">Superb contrivance; fainter use;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">For years,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Allegiance, consecrate with tears,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span>Sad loyalty, its own excuse;</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“A morning faith magnificent;</div> -<div class="verse">Defiance breaking; ardor spent</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pains</span></div> -<div class="verse">For royal blood thro’ dwindled veins,</div> -<div class="verse">Half-clogged with dust of dull content,</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“But weak not wholly; for there burst</div> -<div class="verse">In the last scion, battle-nursed,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Such scope</span></div> -<div class="verse">Of rich emprise, that our rash hope</div> -<div class="verse">Wrote him not last, indeed, but first.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“For our true liege folk mocked at ease,</div> -<div class="verse">And chartered foes, and crossed the seas:</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Where are they now, the gaps, the old</div> -<div class="verse">Delicious taunts and enmities?</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Then, troops of gallant gentlemen</div> -<div class="verse">That passed by night o’er field and fen,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Did shout</span></div> -<div class="verse">Townward, lusty and loud throughout:</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span>‘When the King comes back to his own again.’</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Then rose a prayer, heart-tremulous,</div> -<div class="verse">Near many an heir, in many a house,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Asleep:</span></div> -<div class="verse">‘O kindly Heaven! do thou but keep</div> -<div class="verse">Our children rebels after us!’</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Then sailors landing from the fleet,</div> -<div class="verse">Idling wits in a sunny street,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sirs</span></div> -<div class="verse">With trim-clipp’d beards and rattling spurs</div> -<div class="verse">Met, swearing fealty: so we meet.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“And since the stars, and you, and I</div> -<div class="verse">Have seen the cycle rolling by,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And know</span></div> -<div class="verse">That right is right, thro’ flower and snow,</div> -<div class="verse">Why then, give still the wonted cry:—</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Here’s to the proud, forgotten names,</div> -<div class="verse">Here’s to the Stuart, Charles and James!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ah me!</span></div> -<div class="verse">Full few that live so long as we</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span>Fan older love to steadier flames.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“Here’s to our fathers, Cavaliers;</div> -<div class="verse">Their noble toil, their patient years</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That bore</span></div> -<div class="verse">A burden precious now no more:</div> -<div class="verse">So may they rest in happier spheres.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">“And here’s our benison for her</div> -<div class="verse">Who doth the forfeit sceptre stir;</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">A toast</span></div> -<div class="verse">Late in the day, and welcome most:</div> -<div class="verse">Death and doom to Hanover!”</div> -<div class="spaced">. . . .</div> -<div class="verse">Now this I heard from comrades dead,</div> -<div class="verse">And vowed Amen to all they said,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rose</span></div> -<div class="verse">With fair intent to draw more close;</div> -<div class="verse">But like the forest deer they fled.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>SPRING.</h2> - -<div class="center">“With a difference.”—<span class="smcap">Hamlet.</span></div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Again</span> the bloom, the northward flight,</div> -<div class="verse">The fount freed at its silver height,</div> -<div class="verse">And down the deep woods to the lowest,</div> -<div class="verse">The fragrant shadows scarred with light.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">O inescapeable joy of spring!</div> -<div class="verse">For thee the world shall leap and sing;</div> -<div class="verse">But by her darkened door thou goest</div> -<div class="verse">Forever as a spectral thing.</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>ADVENTURERS.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">When</span> we were children, at our will,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">That vanished summer blithe and free,</span></div> -<div class="verse">Dear shipmate! how we loved to float</div> -<div class="verse">Thro’ wind and calm, in a little boat,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">All alone on the sparkling sea!</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">One morn, defying storms we sailed</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sang our Credo, you and I—</span></div> -<div class="verse">“Beyond the foam, the surge, the mist,</div> -<div class="verse">The sea-fog’s moving amethyst,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The peaceful fairy islands lie.”</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">And far we urged the forward prow,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Half-mad with longing as we hied;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Yet at the sunset’s dying glow</div> -<div class="verse">Faint-hearted, ceased, and homewards so</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Came meekly with the evening tide.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Surely, the Isles of Rest were near!</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">Why did our childish ardor tire?</span></div> -<div class="verse">Now more, oh, more the thousandth time!</div> -<div class="verse">We thirst for that celestial clime,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">We hunger with that old desire.</span></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">Some day, when we shall sail again,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The home-lights late indeed may burn;</span></div> -<div class="verse">Let signals flutter on the shore,</div> -<div class="verse">Let tides creep up to the open door,</div> -<div class="verse"><span style="margin-left: 1em;">But with no tide shall we return.</span></div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>L’ETIQUETTE.</h2> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Never</span> one in your kingdom, my queen,</div> -<div class="verse">Who stands in your presence serene,</div> -<div class="verse">Would take the first step less or more,</div> -<div class="verse">Or pose otherwise on the floor,</div> -<div class="verse">Or bend a whit deeper the knee,</div> -<div class="verse">Or speak but as low as can be,</div> -<div class="verse">And then at your royal command;</div> -<div class="verse">And never a lord in the land</div> -<div class="verse">Would stir the fine blade in its sheath,</div> -<div class="verse">Or a marchioness rustle her wreath,</div> -<div class="verse">Or a page grow too lean or too stout</div> -<div class="verse">For fear of an exile, no doubt.</div> -<div class="verse">And yet I remember the first</div> -<div class="verse">Thro’ order and system to burst,</div> -<div class="verse">Old freedom of ways to reclaim,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span>Was that blithe little fellow who came</div> -<div class="verse">To the arras majestic one day,</div> -<div class="verse">In his lace and his velvet array,</div> -<div class="verse">And rioted gallantly round,</div> -<div class="verse">And talked of his horse and his hound,</div> -<div class="verse">And gave milord’s buckler a clang</div> -<div class="verse">And leaped o’er the marbles, and sang,</div> -<div class="verse">And laughed in barbarian glee,</div> -<div class="verse">Disturbing your stately levee;—</div> -<div class="verse">Till the horrified ladies came down</div> -<div class="verse">And bore him away, at your frown.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">That was a twelvemonth ago.</div> -<div class="verse">You sit there as placid as snow:</div> -<div class="verse">In ease and politeness and state,</div> -<div class="verse">The court holds its doings of late,</div> -<div class="verse">With nothing to vex with a qualm</div> -<div class="verse">That formal, respectable calm.</div> -<div class="verse">Patrician reproofs are forgot,</div> -<div class="verse"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span>Since further ill-doers are not.</div> -<div class="verse">Liege lady! say, what would you give</div> -<div class="verse">Henceforward as long as you live,</div> -<div class="verse">For the roguish soft clutch at your hair,</div> -<div class="verse">The capers and curvets in air,</div> -<div class="verse">The laughter’s wild musical flow,</div> -<div class="verse">That you frowned at a twelvemonth ago?</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p> - - - - -<h2>THE GRAVE AND THE ROSE.</h2> - -<div class="center">[<i>Translated from Victor Hugo.</i>]</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> - <div class="poetry"> -<div class="verse"><span class="smcap">Whispers</span> the grave to the rose:</div> -<div class="verse">“With the dew that the dawn bestows,</div> -<div class="verse">What dost thou, love’s darling blossom?”</div> -<div class="verse">And the rose to the grave soft saith:</div> -<div class="verse">“And thou, dread abyss of death,</div> -<div class="verse">With them in thine awful bosom?”</div> -<div class="verse">But answers: “Mystical tomb,</div> -<div class="verse">From the dew I exhale in the gloom</div> -<div class="verse">Mine odor of amber and spices.”</div> -<div class="verse">Then the grave: “Ah, querulous flower!</div> -<div class="verse">Even so from each heart in my power</div> -<div class="verse">An angel to Heaven arises.”</div> -</div> -</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Songs at the Start, by Louise Imogen Guiney - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS AT THE START *** - -***** This file should be named 53087-h.htm or 53087-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/3/0/8/53087/ - -Produced by Emmy, MWS and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was -produced from images generously made available by The -Internet Archive) - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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