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  • y HYMNS TO THE GODS AND OTHER POEMS by GEN. ALBERT PIKE EDITED BY MRS. LILIAN PIKE ROOME Daughter of the Author ILLUSTRATED Little Rock, Arkansas Fred W. Allsopp 1916
  • Copyrighted 1899 By Mrs. I^ilian Pike Roome and Fred W. Allsopp Copyrighted 1916 By Mrs. Lilian Pike Roome and Fred W. Allsopp OCT 16 1918 DEMOCRAT P. « L. CO. LITTLE ROCK.
  • CONTENTS HYMNS TO THE GODS AND OTHER POEMS Page Hymns to the Gods 5-47 Latona 48-56 To 57-62 the Planet Jupiter. Lines Written on the Rocky 63-65 Mountains (When Ode. Shall Nations, Etc.). in Santa Fe 71-73 74-93 Ariel 94-97 Invocation Ode to the Mocking Bird... 98-100 101-102 Similes. 103-104 Apostrophe Lines Written on the Mountains West of the Rio 105-108 del Norte 109-111 To the Moon.. 112-113 Night on the Arkansas 114-119 Buena Vista... Evening Conversation, An. 120-133 ...134-137 Death in the Desert 138-140 To the Mocking Bird.... 141-143 Ora Atque Labora 144-145 Brown October 146-151 Taos._ Sunset in Arkansas 152-154 When California Foreign Land Fantasma Monotone. First Was The Wild-Flower a 155-158 Dirge, of Spring, 176-179 180-181 182-184 185-189 190-192 A...... Voyage of Life, The Dying Wife, The... To Ambition..... Home 193 194-214 215-128 Dead Chase, The Lament for Dixie 219 220-224 225-226 Jubilate,. Reflections Reunion Night: A .227-232 Reverie...... Invitation, ...162-163 164-172 173-175 __ The. 66-67 68-70 .„ 159-161 Stuggle for Freedom, the Spring..... Noon Page Autumn An... Morning: A Lament Midnight: A Lament Fall of Poland France _ 233-236 237-241 242-246 247-249 250-251 Shelley... 252-257 Hymn 258-260 261-263 Disunion Stanzas to My Sister.. Ann 264-266 267-269
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  • HYMNS TO THE GODS. No. 1. TO HERA. I. Mother Our of Gods! devoutly we incline willing knees before thy holy shrine, Where Imbrasus runs seaward, strong and Through the green plains of Samos. swift, Lo! we lift Gladly to thee our many-voiced strain. Sung never to thy Majesty in vain. The day wears on; the expanding sun stoops low; bow While, in the east, thy Messenger's bent Gladdens the eyes of eager worshippers. A soft, sweet wind thy garlands lightly Where thy loved White And lilies flowers, dear of Heaven, Divine! with the dittany entwine. the gay poppy. Our solemn chant And Queen stirs. Wilt thou deign to hear —loud, earnest, and sincere grant our prayer? Come from Olympus down, In regal glory, with thy starry crown. And sceptre flashing with great gems, whereon Thy cuckoo broods! Let not the reluctant sun Dip in the sea, before our glad eyes greet The distant glitter of thy Sandaled with ivory. snowy feet,
  • That shame the And flash fau-est of our green isle's daughters, upon the undulating sea, Like rays of star-light on a blue meer's slumbering waters! 11. Power, Empire, Virtue, by Inspired As hawks And to the sun, reach Toppling thee, low —these are thy men gift; their eyes uplift. and aim at high estate. while the mighty and the great. it; By like towers, fall headlong. thee urged. Men in the sloughs of wretchedness immerged Arm them anew with courage resolute. Bear pain and And grow thee with constancy endued, report and evil fortune clings ill More Her with endurance mute, divine in virtuous fortitude. Woman, by In evil closely to her husband's side, lovely patience ever to his aid In the world's fierce And trials. Power and Empire fade are dissolved like a thin April cloud; But Virtue A and brings is immortal. Men have bowed thousand years before thy lofty shrines. Clamoring for Power; but r-arely one inclines. In prayer for Virtue, Truth and Constancy, Before thine altars the obsequious knee. We, Of these prostrate at thy feet. — ^the only true and priceless treasure Do humbly and Thy Majesty beseechingly entreat benign to grant us ample measure.
  • — "Power, Empire, Virtue, these are thy gifts; Inspired by thee, low men their eyes uplift."
  • III. Where now?— tarriest thou, Cithaeronaea, Perhaps, upon some mountain's regal brow Cyllene or No Oromedon—reclined, cares of state disturbing thy great mind, Thou gazest on our lovely Grecian isles, Along whose shores the tranquil ocean smiles Serene as thou: around thee hoary Swing firs and many an old beech stirs. And, dreaming, murmurs, and the grave oaks spread their tall heads, Their leafy limbs; and, watching overhead. Thy kingly hawk, scarce moving his wide wings, Rocked by the mountain-breezes, Perhaps On in idly swings: some secluded, shady nook. the green margin of a happy brook. Lulled by its music into tranquil While thy young Their patient sleep, Nymphs demurely round vigil. thee keep In whatever spot Of rarest beauty,—cave, lawn, dell, or grot, Cool glade, deep vale, or silver-sanded shore. Or river-bank shaded with sycamore, Hearken, oh, lovely Queen! To the loud echo of our plaintive voices: Approach us while the laughing Earth is green. And the young Spring in buds and golden flowers rejoices.
  • — ! IV. Oh, Queen! beloved of all the laughing Hours, Let snowy-shouldered Hebe, crowned with flowers, Before the rising of the evening-star, Harness the peacocks to thy jewelled car: Leave, for a time, the mighty Thunderer's And thy To our On side, swift birds let dextrous Iris guide Stay not thy flashing wheels fair shore. the dark Euxine, ploughed with many Or where the vexed Propontis hoarsely keels. swells; In Cos, or Naxos, or the Arcadian dells; Come, Heaven's wonder! come Where thou wast By born, and those sweet hours Were When first encircled first; by the Seasons nursed all thy virgin charms by Jove's mighty arms, thy large eyes, magnificently bright, Looked into And, on his with soft his breast hiding Thou hadst no peer By when to our island, and loving light. thy blushing in loveliness face. and grace, those sweet hours, come! while the sun yet slides Down the sky's slant, and bless these innocent brides. Who watch the western sky. Their breasts with fear and rapture palpitating: Come! thou, who must their virgin zones untie. Lest they, despairing, weep, and faint with longer waiting. 1845.
  • No. 2. TO POSEIDON. I. God mighty deep! wherever now of the The waves beneath thy brazen Whether thy axles bow; strong, proud steeds, wind-winged Trample the storm-vexed waters round then and wild, piled, Swift as the lightning flashes that reveal The quick gyrations of each massive wheel, While round and under thee, with hideous The broad roar, Atlantic, with thy scourging sore. Thundering like antique Chaos in his spasms. In heaving mountains and deep-yawning chasms. Fluctuates endlessly; while through the gloom, Their glossy sides and thick manes flecked with foam, Career thy coursers, neighing with mad glee, In fierce response to the tumultuous sea: Whether they tread the sounding sands below, Among wrecked ships, where the green sea-plants grow. Broad-leaved, and sighing with eternal motion Over the pale, cold tenants of the ocean: Oh, come! our lofty altars for thee stand, Smoking with incense, on the level strand.
  • II. Perhaps with loose rein now thy horses roam Over the Adriatic. No salt foam Stains their fine limbs, but softly, leisurely, They tread with silver feet that still, calm sea, Fanning the waters with their floating manes, That gleam like mist in sunshine; while From clamorous trumpets round thy And shrill strains chariot ring, green-robed sea-gods praising thee, their king, Chaunt loudly; while Apollo bends his gaze Lovingly on thee, and his soft clear rays Tame thy On The wild coursers' eyes. air feels warm the sea's forehead, where the cold, harsh storm So lately thundered, and the rebel winds That ^olus in cave and den Beat their broad wings. Thou binds. Perhaps long leagues below sleepest in green caves, Brighter than sapphires: The sand around now where sea-flowers glow many a monster cumbers thee; aged Triton slumbers Care-free and still; From many a nook, watching thy dreamless sleep. and glad, sweet, bright eyes 10 peep
  • III. Perhaps thou art resting on some Indian Under a broad, thick tree, where, isle, many a mile. Stretches a sunny shore, with golden sands. Piled in fantastic shapes Where the And curl by Naiads' hands; come small waves upon the beach, coyly, one like by one, molten gold, Thick-set with jewellery rare and old, Sea-nymphs Make sit near, thee such melody, as in deep Of a May-night, When, and with small is by the frolicking within They sound delicate shells dells, made, Fairies some sober shade, their silver flutes, soft, faint, and sweet, In strange but exquisite tunes; and delicate feet Dance softly on the grass-blades gemmed with dew. That bend, not break: So lately through the all wanton spice-trees, With overladen wings that loan Wealth of perfume. And come airs that hover there, to the air Oh! wilt thou not with them to our blew new arise, sacrifice? 1829. 11
  • — No. 3. TO DEMETER. I. Goddess of bounty! at whose spring-time call, When on the dewy earth thy first tones fall, And echo in its heart, each young green blade Springs, wondering, into Is liveried with new Where they had The glad Among The life; grass, —from each dumb, and nestled, birds come, the dull, gray glade and sing the thronging leaves; and fast and free rivers run, crushing their icy chains. Through green clad The Goddess valleys: of all beauty, To whom Drawn by winged And —thou whose heart dragons, their blossoms Oh pour thy ! fields, Thou, that his cool light, dost all chiefly art the laughing earth looks up, and yields choicest treasures: Sheds rains, Thou who ever in the sunny meads and Her dull of soul. for joy to thee. Broken by thee and by thine April Is chill hole, in thy car. when the morning touch the budding woo the trembling trees, breeze; light Of truth and joy upon our souls tonight. And grant to us great plenty and sweet ease! 12 star
  • II. Benignant Goddess of the rustling corn! Thou to whom reapers sing, and on the lawn Bind up gigantic sheaves of full-eared While innocent maids, with little, wheat; dancing feet. Bring thee gay poppies, weave for thee a crown Of modest To garland thy Among With and gracefully bend down flowers, full baskets; at whose side, the sheaves, young Bacchos loves to ride, bright, clear, sparkling eyes, All wine-stained in the glad and feet and mouth and sunny south Perhaps ye ride among the leafy vines, While round thy neck one rosy arm he twines, And with the other hand And presses the To thy loved And crowns plump lips, still gathers up grapes, and holds the cup then throws aside the wine. thee with the green leaves of the vine. Kisses thy brow, thy mouth, thine eyes most bright With love and joy. Some favored If those dear eyes now hill Of vine-clad Thrace, oh! come, while And with them light bless the coming all is still. of this night III. Lo! the small stars And wander up rise from the the sky. silver ocean, A sweet 13 emotion
  • stirs the And white bosoms of the thin, soft clouds; the light mist, that the gray Gleams like a rain of diamonds Lo! a soft blush of light is hills enshrouds, in the ah*. rising there, Like silver shining through a tint of red; And soon the queenly moon her love will shed Like pearl-mist on the islands and the sea. Which thou wilt cross to view our mystery. Lo! we have torches here for thee, and urns. Where On incense with delicious odor burns, altars piled with glowing fruit, as And Flowers gathered while the And waiting altars, Thy Shall And Dawn Indian spices: patiently Our earnest watch Thy sweet ripe as thy sweet lips; with yellow wheat, for thee, till lay half-asleep. we keep bending before to our fair shore chariot-wheels roll, while Ocean to the burden reels, utters to the sky a stifled roar. 1830. 14
  • No. 4. TO DIONUSOS Where Of some The On art thou, Dionusos? the hills land afar, where sweet wine fair fills clustered grapes, dost stain thy ripe lips red With Thy rich old juice, that votaries men long ages dead —pressed and hid? Dost thou hold up 'Twixt thee and the sun thy jewel-cinctured cup, With luminous rubies brimmed? Lit by the car, blaze of the far northern star. Roll over Thracia's Shout thy Or doth thy mad hills, while all around bacchanals, and rings the sound men Of merry revelry, and distant Start at thy clamor? Or in some cool glen Reclinest thou, under dark ivy leaves. Idling the Gay day off, while each mad Faun weaves garlands for thee, sipping a great bowl Of stout, strong wine; and the dismaying Of thy all-conquering wheels no more But thy strong tigers, Crouch at thy lacchos! Thy come with no fierce is roll heard. dream stirred. feet? to meet worshippers, that here with merry word Of olden song thy godhead long to greet. 15
  • II. Oh, thou who lovest pleasure! at Wine's warmth In all is always felt; who mad, wanton mirth; who Of merry maidens joinest, whose heart takest part in the dance where the glance Of bright black eyes, and twinkling of white Of lovely girls delight thee, feet, when they meet — Giver of peace careworn, sad men! —whose smiles make cease Under the summer moon! To all The piercing pains of grief; for Weave maids ivy garlands, and in pleasant glades Hang up Gk) whom young thine image, and, with happy looks, dancing round, while shepherds, with long crooks. Join the glad company, and glide about With merry laugh and many a hearty shout. Staining with rich dark grapes each That most they love; little cheek and then with sudden Seizing the willing hand, About the green mound: freak, and dancing on —Oh, thou merry son Of supreme JOVE! Wherever thou dost rove. Among the thick vines, come, ere day is done. And let us too thy sunny influence prove. 16
  • III. Where The art thou, CONQUEROR!—before whom fell when the strong jewelled kings of Ind, swell Of thy great multitudes came on them, and The mystic thursos Was shaken Grew thy red right hand in over them, faint, as till every soul smit with lightning; when the roll Of thy great chariot-wheels was on the neck Of mighty potentates; Thy tigers and wild lynxes on the shore Of the Indian sea, and With sparkling and Poured on Gave forth thou didst check till its angry roar delicious Grecian waters, new still its till odors, the contented brine and a pleasant scent Of rare perfume; and haggard men, With When wine drank long, sharp sickness, spent all in life anew. the rich sea-breeze through their lattice blew Bacchos! who tramplest Care with thy Oh, hither turn thy And light our tigers, happy With the radiance Come, with thy hair of strong and soft feet. fleet, isles thy smiles dewy with wine, and meet Those who, for thee, have trod the weary miles. 17
  • — ! IV. Come to our ceremony! Lo, we rear An altar of green turf, the sea-beach near, And garland it with vine-shoots, and the leaf Of glossy ivy. Far from us Come! and chase Lo upon the ! ! Full cups of wine, till all we pour along the shore See! a mist Eddies the luscious odor. Is rising turf all grief from the wine-stained turf Alas! 'twas not his cry!) — (Ah, hist! — Come with thy train Of riotous Satyrs, pouring forth a strain Of utmost shrillness on the noisy pipe. Come, with thine eye and And wondrous rare, Rolling along the and hills, lip of let beauty ripe us hear thy wheels while twilight steals Quietly up, and dusky, sober Night Is hindered from her star-track by the light Of thy wild With all tigers' eyes! thy Cross the calm sea mad and merry company The stars shall And ere wax and wane. day comes We'll wander over hill again. and vale with Sending afar a loudly joyous thee. strain. 1829. 18
  • 'Hear, 'Aphrodite! Hear our rustic song! Thalassia, hear! for unto thee belong All pleasant offerings; ring-doves coo to thee, While they entwine their arch'd necks lovingly."
  • No. 5. TO 'APHRODITE. I. Oh, thou most lovely and most beautiful! Wherever cooingly thy white doves Thy bright eyes to soft slumber; whether on The truant south-wind To some And lull still floating, or if gone cloud in dreamy sleep that swings, there reclining, while its snowy wings Blush into crimson: whether thy delicate wheels, Over green sward that scarce the pressure feels. Brush the bright dewdrops from the bending grass, Leaving the poor, green blades to look, alas — (Ah! so dost thou Dim other eyes and brighter!) —whether now With dim eyes at the moon, Thou floatest over the sea, while Of thy fair doves Sweet odours is They know How wet, and sea-maids bring for thee, They have not each white wing — (Ah! how foolish they! felt thy smart, not, while in ocean-waves they play. cruel and strong thou art!) II. Hear, 'Aphrodite! Hear our rustic song! Thalassia, hear! for unto thee belong 19
  • —— All pleasant offerings; ring-doves coo to thee, While they entwine their arch'd necks lovingly, Among the murmuring leaves; thine are all sounds Of pleasure on earth and where abounds ; Most we happiness, for thee surely look. In the dusk depths of some leaf -shaded nook Thou hidest frequently, where soft winds Thy sunny Thy curls, and wave cool airs fondly lave radiant brow, and ruffle the delicate wings Of thy tired doves; where With small, bright eyes, In notes that never but his quaint love-tale sings, some little, by thee are heard. In some such spot dreaming thou And strange, sweet bird, liest now, with half-open eye, Fairest of heaven, do thou Drinkest in beauty. Hear kindly our faint cry! III. Doris! from Take light Doubles whom and all life; things for his glee; thou, upon whom whom Continually sings; whose this earth even laughing Mirth the joyous bird name is heard In every pleasant noise; at whose warm All things look brighter; for More whom glance wine doth dance merrily within the agate vase, To meet thy lip; Joy leaps on faster, glimpsing at whose sweet face, with a clearer laugh, 20
  • And Sorrow And flings into the sea his staff, dim tossing back the hair from his Looks up again to long-forgotten While Avarice forgets to count And even Dear as skies; his gold, wealth untold, offers thee his Thou his heart's blood. to and with thy looks us, Bless and console us whose high might bow. All things are glad to Come unto eyes, of light. now! IV. Hear At whose sweet And Thou whom us, 'Ourania! will all obey! rough Satyrs leave their play, gather wild flowers to adorn the hair Of the young nymphs, and nuts and berries bear To those they fancy most. They leap in Paphia, to whom awkward mood through the dusk gloom Of darkening oak-trees, or at sunny noon Play unto thee, on their rude pipes, a tune Of wondrous languishment! Thou, whose great power Brings up young sea-maids from each ocean-bower. With many an idle song to sing to thee, And bright locks floating mist-like on the sea, And glancing eyes, as They if spied their lovers, Small bubbles flit, in distant caves — (so along blue waves mocking the 21 genial sun;)
  • Let cares no more oppress Thy servitors! but, ere our feast Our new done, is loves kindly bless! V. Oh, thou who once Bedew the didst weep, pitying woods! and with sad by those great tears fears That haunted thee when young Adonis lay With dark eyes drowned in death; That saw him, wounded, fall, On —by that dull day with many a moan. the dead leaves, and sadly and alone Breathe out his life;—deign thou to look upon All maidens who for too great love Come And pity them! Her fh-st faint stars; when Night to us and let grow wan brings us hear the wings Of thy most beautiful and bright-eyed doves, Fanning the breathless air. Let all the Loves Fly round thy chariot, with sweet, low songs Murmuring upon For thy Come! each maid their lips. fair presence, longs Goddess of true Love! Float through the odorous And, as thy light wheels roll, air, from us remove Sadness and love-sick care. VL Lo! we have To bum Fit for many kinds of incense here. to thee; wine as the sunshine clear, young Bacchos; flowers 22 we have here, too,
  • Gathered by Was To fresh place when star-light, upon them; myrtle-wreaths we upon thy thy temples. For beauty. all fair isle, With honey in their To be 'Tis the proper time Thou, who lovest the clime where roses bud and blow Of our dear own bear. bright, luxuriant hair, And shade Like thine the morning-dew bosoms, and a glow cheek, lifting their modest heads, refreshed with the transparent beads Of diamond dew, paling the young moon's rays, Our We altars burn for thee, and on the blaze pour rich incense from great golden vases. Queen Cypria! hear our words. And hither urge, circled with Thy team of all the Graces, snow- winged birds 1829. No. 6. TO APOLLON. I. Bright-haired Apollon A blessing to the world Aye Thou ! ! that ever art whose generous heart overflows with love and light and Thou, at whose glance all With happiness! to whom, life things on earth are rife in early Spring, •23
  • — Flowers To their heads, lift whether they laughing cling the steep mountain's side, or in the vale Thou, to Timidly nestle! Chill, whom the pale weary Earth looks up, when Winter With patient Put forth and the storm-shattered gaze, trees and drink deep draughts fresh leaves, Poured from thy flees. brilliant orb Thou ! in whose of light. bright, Coruscant rays, the eagle feeds his eye With flashing Screams out And fire, his the high and far, far haughty joy! titles up on high By all the names that thy Godhead claims, Phoibos, or Clarios, golden-haired Apollo, Cunthios, or Puthios, The —cease for a time to follow fleeing Night, Our hymn to thee, and hear and smilingly draw near! II. Most Pours Thou, whose great heart's swell exquisite poet! itself Thou who out on mountain, lawn, and dost touch And make them Inspired them with thy golden by whom the Poet's eyes perceive Of the unquiet its feet. for the Painter's use complete; Great beauty everywhere, Of dell! — in the slow heave sea, or in the roar resounding waters, Of pleasant streams, — —on the shore in the dark, jagged rift Of savage mountains, where the black clouds 24 drift,
  • Flushed with swift Ughtning, Of solemnly and slow silent Night, that Walks up the sky. Tinges all Double All that Oh, thou, whose influence makes each sense things with beauty, delight, is —on the broad, dark brow and clothes with a young and fair; Flits far, like darkness! while delicate grace the base all —thou that art in truth Incarnate lordliness, hear! while our youth With earnest yearning cry; Answer our hymn, and come to us, Most high III. In quaint disguise, with wondrous grace and Often thou makest, on thy golden fire, lyre. Exquisite music, on smooth, sunny glades. Where on the greensward dance the village maids. Their hair adorned with wild-flowers, or a wreath Of thine own Some laurel; while, reclined beneath ancient oak, thou smilest at these elves, As though thou wert all Sometimes thou playest human in the like themselves. darkening wood. While Fauns glide forth, in dance grotesque and rude, Flitting among the trees with awkward leap. Like their god, Pan; and from fir-thickets deep Come up the Satyrs, joining the mad crew, And capering for thy pleasure. From each yew. And beech, and oak, the wood-nymphs shyly peep, 25
  • ! To see the revelry; and from its The merry laughter wakes the And music cheers startled wood, dusk, deep solitude. its Oh, come, and sleep let the sound Of thy sweet lyre eddy our isle around IV. Thou Great Seer and Prophet! The deepest-hidden lore, that teachest and from Dost pluck the Future, so that he men den his floats by In visible shape, apparent to the eye. But robed with visions: thou, in whose high power Are health and sickness: thou who oft dost shower Great plagues on impious nations, with hot breath Withering their Like fiery mist and raining sudden death souls, among them; Like the sweet breeze after a That thrills or, again, summer rain, the earth like love, thou sendest out Health, like a lovely child, that goes about, With soft, white feet, Kissing with rosy among each poor pale cheek, lip Shaking perfume from The To Is the sick and weak, its white wings, and through shriveled heart stirring the blood, fill the abandoned veins. hjnnned by Thy Hear all, let anew Oh, thou, whose name us, too, dare to claim holy presence here! us, bright God, and lend a gracious ear! 26
  • V. Hear us Who Thou master ! of the springing gloomy woods to throw lovest in the Thine arrows to the mark, Uke the keen Of those that From And To the sun's quiver shot! among hide Sounds in the flee, safe bears timid as hares, mountains leaves, on the is From whom grim Thou, whose cry ! autumn-woods, where whirl and The brown dry Bacchos flight the universe with light, fill lordly lions bow, fly —when with his riotous train hills, and on the plain Full-armed Demeter; when upon the sea The brine-gods blow their shells, and laughingly Then thy The broad world rings with glee. Stills into silence every truant noise, Pealing with utmost sweetness on the And in the echoes of the dancing Over the sea and on the sounding And eddying Before Draw air, until all its voices clear voice hills, rills. plain. wane influence: near, great God, before the day goes hence! VI. By that most fatal day, Young Huakinthos Was dimmed fell, when with a cry and with blood, his dark eye — when, dying, on a bed 27
  • ; ; Of his own flowers he laid his wounded head, Breathing great sighs; by those heart-cherished eyes Of long-loved Huakinthos, by the sighs That then, On oh, young Apollon, thou every gloomy hill Weeping away thy Thine eyes with didst pour and desolate shore, soul, eclipse, and making till dull the chilled earth was full Of sad forebodings, for thy radiance dimmed Prayers by pale priests in To many a fane were hymned the pale-eyed Sim; the frightened Satyrs strayed Long Came in the dark woods, and then to the to lament that thou wast still chill glade unkind Artemis wept for love, and pained and pined For light and life: by that most fearful grief. Oh! bright Apollon, hear, and grant To us And who relief cry to thee! let us, ere we die, thy glory see! 1829. No. 7. TO ARTEMIS. I. Most graceful Goddess! whether now thy feet Pursue the dun deer to their deep retreat In the heart of some old wood, or on the side 28
  • Of some high mountain; where, most eager-eyed, Thou glidest And arrow on the chase, with bended bow, at the string, a wondrous glow Of exquisite beauty on thy cheek, and feet White as the As her silver soft rays, Rattling to moon, graceful and —with quiver at thy back thy steppings. all fleet If some track In far-off Thessaly thou folio west up. Brushing the dew from many a flower's With head bent forward, harking Of thy good hounds, while in to the cup, full bay the deep woods they, Strong-limbed and swift, leap on with eager bounds. And from far hills their long, deep note resounds. Thy sweetest music Orthia, hear our cry, And let : us worship thee, while far and high Climbs up thy brother, Upon the earth, The world —while his light falls full —for when the night-winds lull to sleep, then to the lightless sky Delia must glide, with robes of silver And sunward dew eye! 11. Perhaps thou hiest to some shady spot Among broad trees, while frightened beasts The clamor of Upon green grass Thou hear not thy hounds; there, dropping down and leaves all sere pillowest thy delicate head 29 and brown. upon
  • Some gnarled and moss-robed root, where soft winds run Riot about thee, and thy Thy death-winged Nymphs fair point arrows, or thy hair anoint With Lydian odors; and thy strong hounds lie Lazily on the ground, and watch thine eye, And watch thine arrows, while thou hast a dream. Perhaps some deep-bosomed, shaded stream in Thou bathest now, where even the loving Sun Catches no glimpse of thee; where shadows on The waters dusk collect, and make it cool, Like the wind-chilled wide sea, or some clear pool Deep in a cavern; hanging branches dip Their ringlets in the stream, or slowly drip With tear-drops But those of clear dew: before no eyes of flitting wind-gods, each nymph hies Into the deep, cool, rippling stream, and there Thou pillowest thyself upon Queen Cynthia, the breast. its Fair. in. By all Upon thine hours of pleasure tall ! —when thou wast Latmos, moveless, tranced, and lost In boundless pleasure, ever gazing on Thy bright-eyed youngster; Was lighting remote seas, or at Careering through the sky! And when the absent Sun mid-noon By every tune voice of joy that thrilled about the chords 30
  • Of thy great heart, when on his words, it fell In that cool, shady nook, where thou hadst brought And placed Endumion;—where fair hands had taught beauty to shine forth; where thy young maids Had brought rare shells for him, and from the glades All All starry flowers, with precious stones, and gems Of utmost beauty, pearly diadems Of ancient sea-gods: birds were there, that sang And carolled ever; living waters rang Their changes at times, to soothe the soul all Of thy Endumion; pleasant breezes stole With light feet His dewy lips. through the nook, that they might Ah! by those hours Worth a whole And life beautiful Aricia! Thy in heaven, kiss of bliss, come to us, fair Take us under gentle care. 1829. No. 8. TO ARES. I, Great War-God! mighty Ares! Hear our hymn, Sung to thee in the wood-recesses dim Of dusky Caria, near the Icariah wave!— 31
  • — — ! ! When And war's red storms in lurid fury rave, the fierce billows of his hungry tide Over the groaning land sweep When And ; far gleaming his thick legions, clad in bristling thick with javelins, In desperate conflict; and wide; madly steel, reel —when the mighty roar Peals upward, shaking heaven's great golden Even as the tumult of the Shakes granite towers; And Desperation, And Fire Then riot, maddened floor, sea —when Fear, and Agony, hand-in-hand. and Famine waste the lean, lank land: thou, rejoicing, ragest through the field; Like mountain-thunder clangs thy brazen shield Thy falchion, like the lightning, flashes far; The frightened Earth, under thy sounding car, (Whirled swiftly by thy brazen-footed steeds, Flight and And mad Terror), shuddering, quakes and shivers; ever, as the war's red surge recedes. Brooks swelled with blood run downward to red rivers. 11. Turn thy wild coursers from our lovely land Let not their hoofs trample our golden strand Shake not thy spear above our Nor turn fruitful hills, to blood the waters of our rills! Crush not our flowers with thy remorseless wheels, Nor let our grain be trod with armed heels, 32
  • That the poor starve! Let not thy With Pestilence sister ride, and Famine, by thy But come with Aphrodite in side; thy arms Enfolded, radiant with a thousand charms, Her lovely head held on thy massive Her sweet eyes soothing Thy into placid rest fiery passions; while her doves glide through The sparkling atmosphere. Thy chest, Bring with thee, too. lovely children, at their mother's side; Eros, whose form expands, and wings When sweet brother, Anteros, his The God of tenderest love, With fair Harmonia And mingling music with and near, faith sincere; clinging to thy neck, her glad caresses; While the young Charities With dew-enjewelled is grow wide, flit round, and deck flowers thy loved one's golden tresses, III. through Abarimon, Let thy harsh wheels roll Where Mount Imaus glitters in the sun. Throned Make The To like there a king, in solitary state: more rugged and more desolate frozen Scythian wildernesses; grind dust the Indian rocks, and like the wind Drive thy And fleet coursers over Bactria's barbarous domains; But spare the And through the Median plains. leave isles of them our beloved Greece, sleeping tranquilly in peace. 33
  • ! Here, under an old, stately, branching oak, Thine altar sendeth to the clouds its smoke. Whereon the wolf and hungry vulture bleed. The magpie, and the bold and generous We bow in steed. adoration at thy shrine. Dark-bearded God, majestic and divine Our incense, burning, loads the eddying air. And Kuthereia joins us in our prayer. Wilt thou not listen kindly to the strain Which now around our vine-clad hills For when did Beauty ever sue Even in his sternest mood meekly is pealing? in vain. to Valor kneeling? 1845. No. 9. TO PALLAS. I. Hear, blue-eyed Pallas! Eagerly we call. Entreating thee to our glad festival. Held On in the sunny morning of the year. this our rosy isle, to thee Thine altar, most dear. builded by young maidens' hands, Near the Carpathian's sparkling water stands, 34
  • Upon the slant and sunny Rhodian shore, Gracing the green lawn's undulating Walled in with Rampart the trees, floor, which, sweeping wide around, precincts of the holy ground. Myriads of roses, flushing full in bloom. Send to far Caria surge of rich perfume. Like the glad incense of our prayer, which floats Up Of silver flutes roll Startling the A The to the trembling stars. ringing notes through the echoing woods. Fauns shy solitudes. in their hundred boys, each fairer Over the greensward, clad than a girl. in armor, whirl A hundred In thy wild mystic dance. maids. In white and gold, come from the dusky glades, The loveliest of our beauty-blessed isle, Their small white feet gleaming like stars, that smile In the dark azure of a moonless night. They bear thy robe Sleeveless, of pure and stainless white. embroidered richly with Whereon thy deeds fine gold. are told. Those, chiefly, done of old, When, blazing in the van, thou didst the Giants II. Brain-born of Zeus ! Thou who dost give to men Knowledge and wisdom; and hast brought again Science and art, in renovated youth, 35 fight.
  • And taught fair Thou to whom Greece to love and seek the truth; and artist artificer, Fearing thy potent anger to incur, Bend down In all beseechingly, and pray the cunning mysteries of their trade; Inspired by Drink deep thee, young men, immersed of learning, at still shine. love Athene only, the Divine: Old gray-haired sages pore on antique And feed with wisdom's Inspired The by oil scrolls. their burning souls. thee, the prophet sees afar signs of peace, the portents of grim war; Foretells the strange Of nations and With of and wayward genial rains will bless the life hail. of those well loved And make destinies men, and when the skies Or vex the earth with The in cells. Time's ancient wells. Forget that Beauty's starry eyes And for aid husbandman. Thy favor can by thee prolong, hoar Eld youthful again and strong. Oh, come to us! while glittering with dew Young Day still crimsons the horizon's blue! Come, Parthenos! Nor to thy beloved home. longer idly roam. Where hungry oceans foam. Round barbarous continents and islands new. 36
  • III. Oh, come not to us, clad in armor bright, Intolerable unto mortal sight. With flashing spear, and helm of blazing gold. Crested with griffin-guarded sphynx! nor hold Thine aegis, blazing Wreathed with with Medusa's eye, Not live serpents! As when against the Giants thou in warlike guise. didst march. With strong tread shaking earth and the sky's great Terrific in thy panoply of war, Jove's lightning in thy right hand flashing far; Till, struck with fear and overpowering dread, Heaven's baffled adversaries howling Come in thy garb of peace, with kindly smile. Breathing new beauty on thy With mystic And fled veil flowery isle; over thy dazzling brow. soft feet, whiter than the mountain-snow Come to us over the exulting sea, From thy Tegaean shrine in Arcady; Thy sacred dragon gliding o'er the waves, While nymphs, emerging from deep ocean-caves, Floating like stars upon the misty spray, Carol around thee And grim many a pleasant lay; Poseidon, smiling at the strain, Gives thee glad welcome to his vast domain; 37 arch.
  • — And Aiolos bears incense from the shores, Where the mad Ganges And r his great torrent Indian sea, and th' all roars, pours the trees rich odors rain. IV. Thou who the daring Argonauts Over the stormy sea's rebellious tide; By Lemnos and by sunny (Fair isles, that didst guide sit Samothrace, the waves with swan-like grace,) By Troas and the dark Symplegades; And send them, with a favorable breeze. Through the wide Euxine into Colchis; hear! Oh, Virgin Goddess! and come smiling near, While here we wait upon the And stretch, imploringly Then silver sands, our suppliant hands! shall our maidens, of long summer Embowered among the overshading eves. leaves, (While, taught of thee, their sweet task they Plying the distaff with a curious fulfill, skill,) Tell of the time, when, brighter than a star, Approaching on the azure sea Thou And didst our smile When new upon afar. humble ceremonies their budding bless. loveliness, flowers sprang in every sunny New odors loaded every pleasant gale. And whiter com, and richer wine and vale. oil, Thenceforward paid the husbandman's glad 38 toil;
  • And blander breezes, and serener skies Thereafter blessed the Oh, good and wise! isle. Oh, radiant Goddess! Shall this sacred day- Glide mournfully away, Fading to evening gray. And thou not deign to glad our anxious, longing eyes? 1845. No. 10. TO HERMES. I. Hear, white-winged Messenger! If thy swift feet Loiter within Heaven's starry walls, where meet The Gods, At their nectar daintily to sip indolent leisure; where thy beardless lip Utters such eloquence, that thine old foe. Imperial Here, doth her hate forego. And hang entranced on thy sweet accents, while Cypria rewards thee with inviting smile. And Till wise Athene's cup stands waiting by, thou hast ended; Among —whether, near the sky. the palpitating stars thou soarest. Or f oldest thy bright pinions in 39 some forest
  • That crowns an Asian mountain; Fan — if Lhy wings the broad sea, where sultry Afric flings His hot breath on the waters, by the shore Of Araby the blest; or in the roar Of crashing Northern Thy winged Or ice: course to us —oh, turn, and urge, ! Leave the rough surge. icy mountain-height, or city proud. Or haughty temple, or With weakening And come dim wood, down-bowed age, to us, thou young and mighty sage! II. Thou who invisibly dost ever stand Near each high orator, and hand-in-hand With golden-robed Apollon, touch the tongue Of the rapt poet; on whom men have hung. Strangely enchanted, when, in dark disguise, Thou hast descended from cloud-curtained skies, up thy voice to teach bold men And lifted Thy world-arousing art! Oh The ocean was untracked, Great ships upon it! thou, that didst teach Thou who when them send dost extend, In storm or calm, protection to the hopes Of the fair merchant! Of Mount Kullene first Thou, that on the slopes mad'st sound the lyre —with childish And the delicious harp, And magical beauty playing, in dark caves 40 lire
  • Marvellous tunes, unlike the ruder staves That Pan had uttered while each wondering ; Came Nymph out from tree and mountain, and the lymph Of mountain-stream, to drink each echoing note That over the entranced woods did With float, fine clear tone. Like silver trumpets on a still lake blown. III. Thou matchless Artist! Thou, whose wondrous In ages past the earth's wide bounds did With every usefulness! skill. fill Thou, who dost teach Quick-witted thieves the miser's gold to reach, And rob him of his sleep for Getting thee curses many Mischievous, ! Young Rogue- God Hermes! always All Gods and men; Going of Ares, now Of young Apollon's At dewy strive nightfall, sprite glad to cheat now to steal to clog the wheel may crawl Thou, whom wrestlers car, that it Most slowly upwards! Whether they mad —with mute and noiseless feet in search of mischief; The spear a night, upon the level call. green under the dim screen Of ancient oaks, or at the sacred games. In fiercer contest! Thou, In half -thought prayer, whom each then names when the quick breath 41 is drawn
  • For the The last struggle! Thou, whom, on the lawn, and ascribes to thee victor praises, His fresh-reaped honors! Under thy And Let us ever be care. hear, oh hear, our solemn, earnest prayer. 1829. No. 11. TO FLORA. I. Hear, lovely Chloris, while we sing to thee! Thou restest Near a now beneath some shady swift brook, upon a mossy tree. root; All other winds with deep delight are mute. While Euros A frolics with thy flowing hair, thousand odors floating on the And rippling softly through the air, dewy green Of the thick leaves, that murmuringly screen Thy snowy forehead. The quivering sunlight snows In golden flakes. Still glittering Struggling through their mass, Round upon the grass thee a thousand flowers. with the tears of Spring's light showers. 42
  • Offer the incense of their glad perfume To thee, who makest them With thy kind smile and to bud and bloom, influence divine. Thine arms around young Zephuros entwine. And On With roses garlanded, his white shoulder rests thy lovely head; his 'round thee. Thy deep eyes gaze in his. Radiant with mute, unutterable And, happy bliss, there, Oh, lovely, young, enamored Your rosy lips oft meet in pair, many a long, warm kiss II. Now the young Spring rejoices, and In her new glad. robes of starry blossoms clad; The happy earth That is smiles like an innocent bride. sitteth, blushing, by her husband's side; The bird her nest with earnest patience weaves. And sings, delighted, From their high The busy hidden in the leaves; homes in cavernous old trees, legions of industrious bees Drink nectar at each flower's enamelled brim. Breathing in murmured music their glad hymn; The Nereids come from their deep ocean-caves. Deserting for a time the saddened waves; The Druads from the dusky solitudes, 43
  • — Of venerable and majestic woods; The Naiads from deep beech-embowered lakes; The Oreads from where hoarse Thunder shakes The iron mountains; And —wandering through cool glades, blushing lawns, when first the darkness fades, Before the crimsoning morn, And ere the young Day's sapphire In glad haste tints are gone, all, Their lovers to en wreathe withal. Gather the fresh-blown flowers, gemmed with the tears of Dawn. III. Come, gentle Queen! we spill to thee no blood; Thine altar stands where the gray, ancient wood, Now green with leaves, and fresh with April rains, In stately circle sweeping round, contains. Embowered A like a hill-environed dell, quiet lawn, whose undulations swell Green as the sea-waves. Whose On birds and bees Thine altar stands, Where We rose with —round whose grassy its of lily Breathe on the all air lip crystal waters sip shrubs and flowering vines. and carnation twines. burn to thee no incense. Than spring, waters, sparkling downward, lightly ring the small pebbles The Near a bubbling more These fresh blooms. exquisite perfumes, that press the overladen wind 44
  • That seaward No floats from Araby to Ind. priests are here prepared for sacrifice, But fair young girls, With white And by with mischievous, bright eyes, flowers garlanded. their young, delighted lovers led. With frequent kisses. And fond and innocent caresses, To honor thee, the victim and the priest instead. 1845. No. 12. TO HUPNOS. I. Kind Comforter of all the weary Gods, With drooping eyelids, head that ever nods! Thou silent soother, that with all Of empty dreams, dim tenants Vague thy train of the brain. as the wind, dost sleep in thy dark cave. At whose mouth sluggishly white poppies wave. In the light airs that saunter by thy bed, Thine only throne, with darkness tenanted. And curtains black as are the eyes of Night! Thou, who dost Deep sleep, in lone forests, when wanes the reluctant light. where gray Evening hides. Trembling at sight of the sun; and Shadow glides 45
  • — Through Thou silent tree-tops: or, if, half -a wake, dozest on the margin of some lake. Land-locked, and still as the mute, cloudless sky; While thy quaint Dreams, wayward and wanton, With mischievous pranks, fantastic tricks, mad fly. mirth. About the sluggard. Earth: Oh, come, and hear the hymn that we are chanting, Here, where the shivered starlight through thick leaves slanting! II. Thou lover of the banks of idle streams. Shadowed by broad From moon and When its great old oaks, with gleams scattered stars upon them; — of the ocean. bosom throbs with no emotion. But the round moon hangs out her lamp, to pour A sparkling glory on Thou, that reclinest its level floor! on the moist, warm sands. While winds come dancing from far southern lands, With dreams upon And their backs, drip with odors; or Of cloud, that, like a and wings that reek upon a peak hill of chrysolite. Leans on the western sky, when the bland night Comes late in summer; or beneath the sea. Scarce conscious of the dim monotony Of the great waves, here murmuring like the wings Of swarming dreams, while the huge ocean swings 46 is
  • His bulk above thy upon (As, chained A heavy head listless, his bed, conquered Titan, with unconscious motion, Even so respiring swings the mute and sleeping ocean.) III. Thou who dost bless sad mourners with thy touch, And make sharp Agony relax his clutch Upon the bleeding fibres of the heart, Pale Disappointment no more And Sorrow dry Her life apart, her tears, and cease to weep away, gaining new cheer in sleep Thou who When, mope dost bless the birds, at evening gray. summer tired of singing all the day. They, longing, watch to see the evening —on the sky's blue slope! Thy herald, Thy flocks of flitting dreams, dear All noise So is most abhorred? cool, so fresh, Come Where God, by where nought the silence Make tired eyes! Ah! thou hast come! are whom to this gloom, Except the murmur of the dreaming Touch our star, stirs. firs! the dusk shades more dense! We feel thine influence. Forget our hjmin, and sink in sleep away; And so, Climbs high Here till new-born in heaven, we'll recline, Day with fire-steeds swiftly leaping. beneath the vine-leaves calmly sleeping. 1830. 47
  • LATONA. There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the ^gean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony. The blue deep parted, and the angry roar Of a great earthquake echoed round the shore; The tortured waters, trembling, stood aghast; Delos emerged, and anchored firm and fast Among the Cyclades, lay calm and still. In one brief moment, valley, plain and Were carpeted with Sprung to verdure, and great trees full stature, shaking in the breeze Their limbs and leaves; and Longed hill for the sunshine fruits, and buds, and flowers and the summer showers. Pursued by Here, poor Latona had Till then been wandering, Round the terrified and sad. great earth, and through the weltering seas. Praying for mercy on long-bended knees, But still denied. Above the shaggy Many hills, a weary day. where, groaning, lay 48
  • Enceladus and Typhon, she had roamed, And over volcanoes where lava foamed; And sometimes Where the in dark forests she had hid, lithe serpent through the long grass Over gray weeds and tiger-trampled Where the grim And slid, flowers; couched in tangled bowers, lion the fierce panther, proud of his dappled skin. woods with Startled the moaning his deep, din. All things were there to terrify the soul: The hedgehog that Gray eagles, across her path did roll, fanged like pards, old vultures bald. Fierce hawks, and restless owls, whose hoot appalled; Red scorpions, lurking And here and there great piles of rotting bones Of the first under mossy stones, men who won renown in wars; Brass heads of arrows, javelins, scimetars, Old crescent shield, Large yellow Too old skulls, and dry for and edgeless battle-axe; with wide and gaping cracks. worms to harbor in, Only the useless spider there did spin His treacherous web. Then would she stop, Her weary head among dead That she might Pulseless, till die, thou, and lay leaves and pray —and fainting thus remain. Zeus! wouldst 49 rise, and rain
  • Thy Of light life Her upon her Then the eyelids. tide once more through her cold heart would soul grow and once more strong, her fate, and many a With all Glow in her heart; then, With the bright O terrors of fit glide, to cope cheerful hope King Zeus! wouldst thou thy frowning brow, Scare every hateful creature far away. Then would she And through And rise, fairer than rosy Day, the tiger-peopled solitudes, odorous brakes, and panther-guarded woods Journey, until she reached the curving edge Of the blue sea; and there, on some high ledge Of porphyritic rock, sit long, and look Into thine eye, nor fear that from some nook The hideous shapes that haunted her would meet Her startled eyes. One day she On cooled her feet a long, narrow beach. Had marked, The encroaching brine as with an endless serpent-spine, The hard, smooth sand with a long line of shells, Like those the Nereids gather, in deep Of the The such they feet of cross old Nereus, That To sea, for Thetis: this propitiates pile cells around having found him; such they bring slippery Proteus as an offering. When they would have him tell their destiny, And what young God their first love is to be. 50
  • And there Latona paced along the sands, Dreaming And of journeys into unknown lands, persecutions to be suffered yet: And when some wave, Her rosy Didst feet, first thy less shy than others, wet she tingled as lips press when Thou on her blushing brow. Still she paced on over the firm, cool sand, And the heaped shells, and, once or twice, would stand And let her long, bright, golden tresses float Over the waters. Of the Lo! the threatening note fierce, hissing Dragon Startled, she shivers with And, mad strikes her ear! a horrid fear. with terror and insane despair. Flees to the sea, and seeks destruction But thy great Brother met her as she there. fell Into the waves, and gave her power to dwell Beneath the waters, like a Naiad, born Within the sound of Triton's mellow That stills the waves. shell. Then wandered she forlorn Through many wonders: —coral-raftered caves. Sunk of far below the roar clamorous waves; Sea-flowers like masses of soft golden hair Or misty silk; great shells, and fleshless spine Of old Behemoth; Among flasks of hoarded wine. the timbers of old, shattered ships; Goblets of gold, that had not touched the Of men a thousand years. 51 lips
  • At length she Despairing, down, to On weep her floor, alone; the sea's Thy mighty life lay, away —and then was it voice, the Deities that awes. Lifted to light under fair Grecian skies That lovely Cycladean Paradise, And placed Latona there, With parted And all lips, when fast asleep. and respiration deep. When, unconscious. She lay beneath a tall, refreshed, she woke. wide-branching oak, Majestic, king-like, —from whose depths peeped out All those shy birds whose instinct And fear mankind. Did earnestly Busy Doves, with is to doubt soft, patient eyes, artistic nests devise, as bees under the sheltering leaves; Thrushes that love to house beneath mossed eaves; Merles, brought from the far Azores, with their clear. Mellow, and fluty note; To —the chaffinch, dear the rude Thuringian, for The mountain-finch, from With its brown eyes, his own Uttering Aught its isles; trills; and neck to hills. of velvet-black; flit back —the small gold-crested wren, hurried hostile mazy Shetland's rugged The sweet canary, yearning To its trill of terror, came anear its when elegant nest. —the skylark, with his breast And pale-brown eggs; Wet with the morning dew, who never 52 sings
  • Upon High the ground, but whose fine music rings in the heavens; —the golden That mimics the rude From braying flourishes oriole, which roll trumpets, with his flute-like notes; Affectionate redstarts, who, with mellow throats. First hail the dawn; —song-throstles, bold and fond FVom Smyrna and from That sing A ancient Trebizond, in lofty tree-tops, at still noon, musical and melancholy tune; The happy Low, soft, bullfinch, with his and sweet, modest song, —rose-ouzels, and a throng Of mountain linnets from the Orkney And Isles, warbling ortolons, from where the smiles Of the The warm sun ripen the grapes of France; frisking white-throat, with his antic dance, That sings at sultry summer-noon, and chases The small aphides through the tangled mazes Of rose and honeysuckle; —black-caps, nesting In the white thorn; who, while the world At midnight, wake with full, is resting. sweet melodies. Wild, deep and loud, the sleep-enchanted bees; Blue-throated robins, bred near northern seas; And And, pied fly-catchers, nesting in old trees; last of all, the peerless nightingale. Cicadas sang, hid in the velvet grass; Bees all around did their rich store amass, Or clung together on a swinging bough, 53
  • — In tangled swarms; Hung —above her pale, nests of callow songsters; That she could touch A small, When it, lay, fair brow and so nigh with lively eye, gray lizard; such do notice give serpents glide; and in Even by the all lands they live. good-will of the rudest hind. Close to her feet an antelope reclined. Graceful, large-eyed, white as the stainless fleece Of snow upon the topmost Pyrenees, And cropped From No the young buds of the sheltering trees In the deep, sombre woods the drooping limbs. voice stirred; nor in these sweet solitudes Did aught disturb the birds, except the hymn Sung by the fountain, from whose grassy brim Its liquid light, in thin, clear, sparkling jets. Rained ever on the thirsty The hum of leaves that violets; whispered overhead, The brook that sang along its pebbly bed, The water-fall deep in the forest hid. And the slight murmur up the of the waves, that slid firm, unyielding sand, As softly As gentle children, clasping hand and hand. In the sick chamber of a mother grieve. And glide on tiptoe. Here, O Zeus, one eve. When thou didst shine high in the darkling west, And bathe Night's glossy hair and ebon breast, 64
  • And gentle eyes with brightness, —while the Earth Sent up soft mists to thee, thy maid gave birth To bright Apollo, and his sister The ivory-footed Huntress; Tall-statured, beautiful, as On fair, —such a pair, now they sit golden thrones, where, on Olympus met. The austere Senate of the immortal Obeys and trembles And when in the East, far-off, Shot through her Latona heard. the well-remembered hiss Of the great dragon. And the Thunderer nods. the radiant wings of morning stirred The darkness Faint and if Gods Bitter agonies soul, and she had swiftly fled, tried again old Ocean's friendly bed. Had not Apollo, young, sun-bright Apollo, Restrained her from the dark and perilous hollow. And asked what meant the noise. "It is," she said, "The monster Python, a great dragon, bred After the Deluge, in the stagnant And mud. thirsting for thy mother's innocent blood. Sent by great Here, Heaven's vindictive Queen, To slay us all." Upon Lay ready And heavy the to the hand a nervous bow dewy green arrows, eagle-winged, which thou, Oh, Zeus! hadst placed within Apollo's reach. 55
  • — These grasping, the young God stood Of ch-cHng trees, in the breach with eye that fiercely glanced, Nostril expanded, lip pressed, foot advanced. And arrow at the string; when, lo! the coil Of the great dragon came, with sinuous And vast gyrations, crushing down the branches. With noise as Huge bones; and then Apollo drew the when a hungry toil. tiger cranches bow Full at the eye, nor ended with one blow; Dart after dart sped from the twanging string, All at the eye: until, a lifeless thing. The dragon lay. Thus the young Sun-God slew The scaly monster; and then dragged and threw, (So strong he was), the carcass in the sea. Where the great sharks feasted voraciously, Lashing the water into bloody foam In their fierce fights. Latona thence could roam. With her brave children and defenders In earth, air, sea, or heaven, free of fear; Here forgave, and Zeus the twins did To guide near, set, the sun and moon, as they do yet. 1830. 56
  • TO THE PLANET JUPITER. Thou art a radiant and imperial beams Planet! whose silver crest Upon star, bright, afar the edge of yonder eastern hill, That, nightlike, seems a third of heaven to Thou art most worthy of a poet's song, One like And yet thou smilest as Weak as Among The a king above the I am, my lyre if in the 7 might sing. thrill now thou I curled. hast arisen. glisten: ancients held to be a king the Gods. Of inspiration, the world. upon the sky has East thy burning eye doth Thou whom the Among throng; unused to ring Flushing the clouds; and And common the thousand harps that sun's last breath fill. As though thou wast a spring would soar and drink While yet thou lingerest on the mountain's brink.- Who bade men say that thou, oh Wast To sit to the moon a servitor, and watch her eye silver Peer! anear for messages Like to the other silver-winged bees. That swarm around her, when she sits Out on the moon! She bringeth storm 57 her throne? alone,
  • —— At new and full, and every other time; She turns men's brains, making them madly rhyme, And rave, And shall she and sigh away be of their weary young adorers And thou have none? —Nay, one life; rife. will sing to thee In rudest strains, bending the humble knee. Lo! on the edge of the great Western Plain, The Star of Love doth lingering remain. She of the ocean-foam, watching thy look. As one that gazes on an antique book. Earnestly reading, in the deep, dead night. Filching from And now Time Ah! sweet delay! his hours. she sinks, pursuing the swift day. Content with thy one glance of answering love: Where Venus Now as thou worships, can swimmest higher Marking the water with a On wave and Thy line of light, upon the With a sweet magic and still growth Falls when thy through the Tinging it heart. resistless art. of a The mother, watching by her Blesses thee, into sight, ripple quietly aslant, influences steal Like the heedless prove? I young vigorous sleeping child. light, serene lattice plant. and mild. on her babe's pale with a sweet benignant grace. Like the white shadow of an angel's wing. 58 face.
  • The man sick And wasted day, a lightless flower away, like Blesses thee, too, oh Upon many a that has lain for JOVE! when thou dost shine his face with influence divine, Soothing his thin, blue eyelids to calm sleep. The In its vexed nurse's arms, and then Its eyes, And murmuring child its peevish it keep thou dost glad till sleeps. will The thin and sad patient student, closes his worn books A space or so, to gain from thy kind looks Refreshment: Prisoners in dungeons pent Climb to the grates, and there with head upbent Gaze long at thee; the timid deer awake, And by thy ramble through light fell and brake, Whistling their joy to thee, the speckled trout From under Turns And his dark rock comes shooting out, his quick eye to thee, loves thy soft sleeps within it; the gray water-plant Looks up to thee beseechingly, And thou dost feed Even the tortoise crawls it aslant. there beneath the wave. his damp dewy grass, from And feeds wherever, on the Thy light has lingered: nay, To light. cave. thy mild rays pass water-depths, and the small coral-fly Works cheerfully when Thou touchest not Even the sturdy flattered by thine eye. the rudest heart in vain; sailor and hard swain 59
  • Are grateful when, after a storm, thine eye Opens amid torn The and calms the sky. clouds, lover praises thee, to thy sweet light Likens his love, so tender and more bright. And Her radiant mock mistress thou dost kindly tells his Thou eyes. dost the heart unlock. With care and woe long dark and comfortless. So that the wretched thy sweet soothing And cease to long for quiet in the grave. The lunatic, that to the bless, Sleeps in thy light, and The miser pauses When far silver sleeps, arrows pierce the all as death, By was —ah ! bring delight; before one disappointment. But not with I toiled care; Then come and me back go. again blessed me, when hope was veiled my cheek was paled, —for late at night and long and moiled to gain myself among Old tomes some knowledge; as indeed I air, and the mountains crowned with snow. The bold and happy heart that Life thy glances, the dark woods, where the great Sea, whose pulses still flash loveliness entrances. below thee, The wind Are again himself; through the steel-barred windows Ah! while thy And is rave. as he counts his pelf. And even him thy And, moon doth I did. studied much, and things the wise had hid In their quaint books I learned; 60 and then I thought
  • Myself a poet, and I fondly wrought My boyish feelings into verse, and rained The loose leaves Some on the wind, and so and a praise, slight gained name. And then Ah, me! how I like reality it dreamed, I seemed! Of loving and being loved, of eyes that shone, Bright as the Southern Cross, for But I awoke, the vision And round me With On frost and the sharp Me back to Indeed a sleet, since flints: my poor feet —Ah, Jove! couldst thou but lead for a time, it were didst thus their destiny control, may None feel for Than I. sink. thy Thou my in JOVE, Oh, fair star soul I am full sure. a love more pure, hast been, everywhere, to of inspiration. Sleepless, could I In East or West. not I first me should be behold thine orb. Then doth my heart absorb, Like other withering flowers, thy light and For that neglect which cutteth Thou bled gift. light A source away, when worship thee, hoping that Thy alone; closed a long, cold winter day. boyhood THOU, who I fled me chill'st like life. a knife, not with; unless the azure lake 61
  • Of heaven Of me, as is Planet! thou wouldst clouded. make of thine ancient worshippers, A poet; but, alas! whatever My tongue and pen, stirs both are but faint and weak. Apollo hath not, in some gracious freak, Inspired me Or touched with the spirit of his my soul with his ethereal So that whatever humble song To thee is but a meagre All I can give My all. I small. fire. I sing. offering. Thou wilt not scorn give no golden sheaves of corn; burn to thee no rich and odorous gums; I offer I I is lyre, up to thee no hecatombs; build no altars: Such as it is, 'tis receive a heart alone; it! 'tis thine own. 1833. 62
  • LINES WRITTEN ON THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. The deep transparent sky many thousand Of Unnumbered glittering lights, stars that calmly rule The dark dominions The mild, sad Out And of the all is full of the night; moon has upward gray and boundless plain; around the white snows Where While ages frost roll risen. and and ice glisten. silence reign. away, and they unchanged remain. These mountains, piercing the blue sky, With their eternal cones of ice; These torrents, dashing from on high, O'er rock and crag and precipice, Change not, but still remain as ever, Unwasting, deathless and sublime. And will Or Or stars these hoary rolls It is remain, while lightnings quiver. summits climb, the thunder-chariot of eternal Time. not so with And all. I change waste as with a living death, Like one that has become a strange Unwelcome guest, and lingereth 63
  • Among the memories of the past, Where he is a forgotten name. For time hath mighty power to blast The hopes, the feehngs, and the fame. To make the passions swell, The And cools Such was And And wind whistles swift I And Still and loud. brow; once, as free, as proud. I how altered now! gaze upon the plain. These mountains, The scenes shrill my fever-heated yet, alas! while or their wild fierceness tame. of this eternal sky. boyhood come again. pass before the vacant eye. wearing something of the shape I knew them by. Yet why lament? For what are wrong, False friends, cold hearts, sharp words, deceit. And life already spun too long, To one who walks with The bleeding feet world's rough paths? All will but Death sweeter, when he comes at Although the outraged heart Its And agony of pain patience makes it is may make last. ache. past. firm, while life 64 is ebbing fast.
  • Perhaps, when I have passed away, Like the sad echo of a dream. There A may be some one found to say word that That I will like —one genuine would have One kindly and Grant sorrow seem. me tear, regretful thought. but that; and even here. In this lone, strange, unpeopled spot. To breathe away this life of pain I murmur not. 1832. 65
  • — ODE. When shall the nations all be free, And Force no longer reign; None bend to brutal None hug No Power the knee, the gilded chain? longer rule the ancient Wrong, The Weak be trampled by the Strong? How long, dear The people Do God in heaven! how long, wail in vain? not th' Archangels on their thrones, Turn piteous looks to thee. When round them thickly swarm the groans Of those that would be free? Of those that know they have the right To Freedom, though crushed down by Might, As all the world hath to the light And air which Thou mad'st free? The ancient Empires staggering Along Time's mighty Whose drift tide. waters, running broad and swift. Eternity divide: 66
  • How many Over The years shall pass, before their bones the sea shall roar, salt sand The stars What drift, mock fallen Pride? then the great Republic's fate? To founder And the fresh rains pour, sink with far all from land. her glorious freight, Smitten by God's right hand? Or shall she still her helm obey In calm or storm, by night or day, No sail rent, no spar cut away, Exultant, proud and grand? The issues are with God. To do, Of right belongs to us: May we be ever just and For nations true. flourish thus! JUSTICE is mightier than ships; RIGHT, than the cannon's brazen And TRUTH, Makes lips; averting dark eclipse. fortunes prosperous. July 67 4, 1853.
  • SPRING. 0, thou delicious Spring! Nursed in the lap of thin and subtle showers, Raining from clouds exhaled from dews that cling To odorous beds and fragrant of rare And honeysuckle flowers, bowers. That over grassy walks their tendrils fling: Come, gentle Spring! Thou lover of soft winds! That wander from the Whose foam Her dewy hair, Makes Even invisible the clouds are, upper sea when young May unbinds and with sweet sympathy crisp leaves dance with glee. in the teeth of that old sober hind. Winter unkind. Come to us! for thou art Like the pure love of children, gentle Spring, Filling with delicate pleasure the lone heart; Or like a modest virgin's welcoming; And thou dost bring Fair skies, soft breezes, bees upon the wing. Low murmuring. 68
  • Red Autumn, from the South, Contends with thee. What are his purple-stained and rosy mouth. And nut-brown And Thy What beauty can he show? cheeks, to thy soft feet of snow, exquisite fresh glow. timid flowers, in their sweet virgin growth And modest youth? Hale Summer follows thee. But not with beauty delicate as thine; All things that live rejoice thy face to But when he comes, they pant For arctic ice, for heat, see; and pine and wine Thick-frozen, sipped under a shady tree, With dreams Come, Wake upon our hills, the chilled brooks, and send them To make And when down the valleys smile with sparkling their side, rills; the stars into their places glide. And Dian I, sit of thee. sits in pride, too, will breathe thine influence that thrills The grassy hills. 69
  • —not long Alas! sweet Spring! "Wilt thou remain, lament thee as we may; For as rude Summer waxes stout and strong, Thou wilt grow thin and As dreams Thou wilt flit, Worn I, in song. who sing, shall die. thin and pale, perhaps, And, fainting, Bid unto A To scared at day; no more to us or earth belong. Except So this with a I soft, poor body that long good-by, enjoy, and fade away pale, by care and sorrow; unconscious sigh, I borrow, —tomorrow hope, eternal Spring on high. Beyond the sky. 1829. 70
  • NOON The sun FE. shines dull in the mist amid, That, like a And though grief, is shading him; the mountains be not hid. Their distant blue Yet marking with The SANTA IN faint is and dim, deep their outline paler blue that bends above. The winds have moaned themselves And scarcely now their soft wings to sleep, move, With an unquiet, slumberous motion. Watched by the That wanderer Whose stay mute, flitting Noon, Earth and Ocean, of men all desire, but none obtain the boon. hour for saddened thought, It is the When A pale, things have a softened tone, all dream-like indistinctness, fraught With all that makes man Perhaps the hour and time That Make in the sad feel alone. it is. and dreaming heart gray Time's ancient images Into a Till all new that distinctness start; I have lost or left, Or loved or worshipped Comes up With all like in an unwelcome my youth, gift. the sad and stern reality of truth. 71
  • —— — The troubled image of the Past, Its buried years, before And me rise; gazing in the distant vast. Dim shapes I see, Like those that But Many I altered, as that near with saddened eyes. have known before. I, my too, have changed: heart Some long ago from me Ah! yes! I know I wore. estranged. that sad fair face, That matchless form, that witchery, Thy I step of No if Memory's sister, dim obscurity. weaves golden web of hope for me. she smile, she With all She points And, We thy winning grace, see thee, loved one! in the Fair Fancy, Or, air, still deceives a wanton's mockery; me to a fireless hearth. —that most sharp and bitter feel upon the lonely sting, earth, Cold looks and colder welcoming: Friends washed off by life's ebbing tide. Like sands along the shifting coasts, The soul's first love another's bride; And other melancholy thoughts that haunt like ghosts. 72
  • Well, have chosen I And I will And do walk it my own rough way, manfully; the best that mortal may. Wherever duty leadeth me. No heart that Can What help but love, can help but hate; malice knows will sure be told, Libels on But not wholly cold, is all distinction wait: as the misty Doth not mountain-mane for ever shade its blue. So vanishes each slander-stain From all who earnestly and well their duty do. 1832. 73
  • *ARIEL. I. I Methought had a dream: And bade me Lighter follow him; and my body seemed Or than the Above the invisible clouds. With quick I arose: than subtle flame, wind that always blows So upward I did aim, as the sky-lark flight, Led by the Splendor Whose snowy Ariel came, sunward goes,- of Ariel's wing. light before fled, glittering. II. So, floating upward through the roseate And through We air, the wide interstices of cloud. climbed the mist-hills, till we halted, where The frowning peaks beneath the azure glowed; Then gazed I all But crimson And dimmed Till around; light —no sun blazed there. through the pure ether flowed. the moon's eye and the stars* white cones, they were scarce seen on their golden thrones. *This beautiful poem is said to have been written while the author's horse was feeding by his side. 74 in the prairie
  • III. Awhile we trod along the quivering peaks Of foaming cloud; over entangled Of purple light; And saw rifts through crimson-misted breaks; blue lightning crouching in white drifts, Restless and quivering, while the broad, deep lakes Of vapor tremble as he Waked by That stirs and shifts. the diapason of the thunder, swells upon the wild wind rushing under. IV. And moored within a labyrinthine bay Girded by massive foam-cliffs, rough, storm-worn, On a A flat shore of leaden vapor, lay boat carved out of orange mist, which morn Had hardened Deep in a We stepped Our thirsty into crystal, rift in day, a vast glacier torn on board, sail, many a : —we loosed her from the bank. spread wide, the breezes drank. V. And swiftly then our While Down I sat looking winged bark flew on. downward from the prow; broad, shade-margined rivers, dark and dun. Over smooth lakes, sea-green, with golden glow. 75
  • — Flecked with broad black spots, here and there, upon Then* mirrored surface: Like a fleet —now we float below shadow, over the vext breast Of boundless, billowy oceans of white mist. VI. Then rushed we into chasms, deep, wide By huge, bleak, stormy mountains, of And rolling masses of the thunder-rack; and black, the foam Dark, quivering precipices of deep gloom. Aeries of brooding lightning; In narrow Of the mad And on inlets, —and did tack through which roared the boom wind; wherein did Thunder dream. the far blue waves his lightnings gleam. VII. And then we issued to the open vast Of cloudless Its silver air above; and while the shade upon my forehead sail cast,-^ Like lightning or swift thought, before the gale Fled our bright barque. Currents of astral Strange wonders there light, cold, thin and we pale. Strange, voiceless birds that never sink to earth, And troops of fairies, dancing in 76 mad mirth. passed,
  • VIII. Then we descended, Above the peak Ariel furled the Upon till float one lone mountain; and of sail, our barque did and moored our boat the margin of a narrow strand Of undulating mist, that from remote And An many dangerous seas had come, o'er a land,- amaranthine effluence of ocean. Changing forever with eternal motion. IX. Then, bending from the helm, Ariel gazed With keen eyes downward through the mighty vast And waved his hand. The That on the mountain's piles of lofty mist upraised. crown were massed; And, gazing earthward, eager and amazed. While either way the rent clouds slowly passed, I saw a mighty The palace, reared grey, scarred summit upon of that towering cone. X. Columns of gold, with Ruby and With leaves jasper, emerald inwrought, and infoliate of silver, intricate as thought; Statues of gold, intercolumniate; 77
  • — — Great altars, fed With toil with costly odours, bought and blood; and round the rude doors wait Large hosts of slaves, bending the patient knee, As though they lingered there some King to see. XL "Here," said Ariel, "liveth Tyranny, Remorseless reveller in war and blood; And these that humbly bend the supple knee, Within whose inmost Hatred, despair, heart-cells ever chill fear brood and misery. Peopling with terrors the sad solitude, These are And his slaves. costly homage They bow there, night and day, to his altars pay." XIL "And now, behold! forth from his broad gates ride His kindred fiends, the tools of his Your fierce ire. glorious Republic to divide. Friend against friend, the son against the And near their graves who for your freedom died, Slay with the sword and devastate with And I sire. fire: have brought thee here, that thou mayest Thy countrymen to shun that purple Hell." 78 tell
  • XIII. Then, with a roar The brazen And trembled The distant like gates, like thunder, open flew and all the mountain quivered, a child; and far hills, off, through against the grey rocks shivered, That awful sound; and a wild voice that grew A terror to me, surging up, delivered. In tones that like a brazen trumpet roared, The order for the march: — Forth came the horde! XIV. First came Ambition, with And tiger-spring, his discous eye. and hot and eager speed. Flushed cheek, imperious glance, demeanour high;— He in the portal striding his black steed, Stained fetlock-deep with red blood not yet dry, And Down flecked with foam, did the wild cohort lead the rough mountain, heedless of the crowd Of slaves that round the altar-steps yet bowed. XV. Next came red Rashness, with his restless step. In whose large eyes glowed the fierce In his broad chest. From his Large gouts fire that boiled of blood did drip drawn sword; the trembling slaves 79 recoiled:
  • — Scorn and fierce passion curled his writhing lip; His dress was torn with furious haste, and soiled; So, springing The reins, on his reeking steed, and downward he shook his swift journey took. XVI. Then came dark Disappointment, with the foam Of rage upon his lips, sad step and slow, Stem, wrinkled brow, clenched teeth, and heavy gloom. Like a shadow on his eyes, in these a glow Like that of baleful stars within a tomb; His tangled locks left in the wind to blow; And so did he forth from the palace stride. And stalk away down the steep mountain-side. XVIL Next followed Envy, with deep-sunken eye. He beat his breast with many a bitter sigh; Glaring upon his mates. And gnashed For Of his teeth, in his heart, fiery scorpions deep in its core, gnawed, that never Writhing and stinging ever; Mounted upon a And down a nest die, —on he pressed, pale and hound-eyed steed. the mountain, snarling, did proceed. 80
  • XVIII. And then old Avarice, tottering out, appeared. With wrinkled And front and gray and matted small and bleared: elfish eyes, blue-circled, He slowly walked, with cautious, prying Working his lips under hair, air. his filthy beard, Peering upon the ground with searching eye, Clutching a purse with yellow, wasted hand, And so he followed the descending band. XIX. Then came Corruption, with his serpent-tongue. Quick, hurried gate, and eye astute, yet bold; And while, amid the crouching, Of suppliant slaves, he did He base, bowed throng his quick way hold, loudly hurried Avarice along, Who crawled before him with his bag of gold; Bestriding then his rich-apparelled steed. He followed swiftly where his mates did lead. XX. Next, dark Fanaticism, his haggard face down the Flushing with holy anger, track Went, loud bewailing that the good old days Of fire and faggot had not yet come back, 81
  • ; When — Error was a crime, and to the ways Of Truth men were persuaded by the rack; On either side, a little in advance, Bigotry rode, and harsh Intolerance. XXI. Hypocrisy came next, prim, starched and With folded hands and upturned pious staid, eyes. As though God's law he punctually obeyed His sordid greed seeks He lusts for every ripe, Then wrings 'Owner of its lies; voluptuous maid, his hands, men! stand base end by and prays, and loudly off, afar, while cries, I, 'Holier than thou art, piously pass by!" XXII. And next came Treason, with his blood-stained hand. Deep, black, fierce eye, While even as he passed The and bold, unquailing his hot breath fanned grovelling slaves into rebellion there: His armour clashed, and his broad battle-brand Did And in the purple sheen like lightning glare; so his fiery courser he bestrode, The echo of whose hoofs roared down the road. 82 air;
  • — — XXIII. Last came King Anarchy. With red fire blazing His cold eyes flashed up from Hell's abyss; His large white wolf-teeth angrily he gnashed, His blue lips parted like a tigress's: His dusky destrier was with foam besplashed, And fiery serpents did around him hiss, Writhing amid his war-steed's misty mane, Whose hoofs the young grass scorched like fiery rain. XXIV. As he rode down, A hideous Some there mustered in the rear flock, shapeless. some few in human form. Here came, crouching by, pale Fear, Revenge and Wrath, and Rapine, a base swarm; And Cruelty and Murder, and their peer, Red Of fire Persecution, pouring a hot storm and blood from his relentless All these are under Anarchy's hand ; command. XXV. When the horde passed below the mountain's brow, With clashing Within the hoof, mad hall there rose As though a thousand turmoil and loud din, a wild halloo, fiends rejoiced therein; 83
  • The upper The The air vibrated it unto, currents trembled of its crimson sheen; Hghtning-lofts were shaken; and our boat Rocked on the strand where the harsh echo smote. XXVI. Then did Ariel lift the snowy Of our ethereal barque. And up behind Murmuring sail, The helm he took, us sprang a gentle gale, astern, like a sweet summer-brook, That broad-leaved water-plants from daylight veil;— And, while the Upon the prow, I sail a snowy brightness shook lay and watched the boat, Steered by Ariel, on its voyage float. XXVII. Then, passing swiftly with a favoring Round We did gale. the grey forehead of the storm-scarred descend. hill. Near us the moonlight pale Slept in thick masses, soberly and In the deep nooks of many a still. purple vale. Of frosted mist; and down a ringing rill Of sunlight, flowing past a lofty bank Of amber cloud, toward the green earth we sank. 84
  • XXVIII. And then we passed by mountain-nourished rivers, Vexed to white foam by rocks Near hoary crags, by their sides that galled; lightning split to shivers, Peopled by nervous eagles, grey and bald; Forests wherein the wind-wave always quivers. Shaking their deep hearts green as emerald; Lakes that, woman's bosom, panting like Robed with the foam living swell, of asphodel. XXIX. Within the shadow of old Along these lakes we crumbling columns, sailed, and saw beneath Great water-snakes rolling their scaly volumes Among the water-vines that there did wreathe; Through chasms of purple gloom, with rivers Moaning between And then And their jagged, rocky teeth; again above the earth lowered the solemn sail, we lifted. and helmlessly there drifted. XXX. Below us, stretching from the broad green sea Into wide prairies, did a fair land Studded with lakes as And blue hills still lie. as porphyry sleeping in the bluer sky, 85
  • — From whose white cones' serene sublimity The snowy lightning dazzled the sun's eye; The amethystine To fling their rivers thence rolled down foam on Ocean's hoary crown. XXXI. Great cities, And on And queen-like, stood upon his shore, the banks of those majestic rivers, near broad lakes, where at the awful roar Of one great cataract the stunned earth shivers: Ships went and came in squadrons, flocking o'er New World That Ocean which the Old and Shading the bays and rivers with their Their starred flags severs, sails, laughing at propitious gales. XXXII. Broad fields spread inland, robed in green and gold, And waving From where To with a mighty wealth of grain, the bear snarled at the Arctic cold. the Mexique Gulf, and the Pacific Main; Far South, With in snowy undulations, their white harvests And where rolled. many a treeless plain; the Sierra westwardly inclines. Gleamed a new Ophir, with its glittering 86 mines.
  • XXXIII. The Throne Its of Liberty stood in that land, guards the Law and Constitution; these, These and no other held supreme command. And everywhere, through Grim Despotism Held all all the land, was peace. fast in his iron men's rights hand in the ancient Monarchies; But Freedom reigned here undisturbed and calm, Holding an eagle on her snowy palm. XXXIV. Then, as I gazed, Transparent to Or it seemed men's hearts became me as the crimsoned air. as the thin sheet of a subtle flame; And I could see the passions working there Like restless serpents; And how they went and came. writhed or slept within their fiery So that I saw the cause lair; of each vibration That shook the heart-strings of that youthful nation. XXXV. I watched the souls That I saw of all that people, when train of fiends did thitherward repair; old creeping Avarice crouch therein, Like a caged panther; and his grizzled hair 87
  • Choked up the springs of Virtue, so that Were proud the And men Devil's livery to wear, did begin to count and calculate That Union's value which had made them great. XXXVI. I saw red Rashness and Ambition urge Men to deeds for ill Like the free eagle's, From office; lo! they swift emerge the dens and caves of earth, and upward spring, With daring flight; but like the baffled surge. That doth against a rock They with a wing are repelled; some Withers their plumes; a masses its fling, great, calm, kingly eye while they little fly, XXXVII. And then, still Drop on the striving with their shrivelled wings. earth, and in each cankered soul Pale Disappointment crouches, Envy clings. Rage, Hate, Despair at the sweet sunlight scowl, Revenge and fiery Anger dart their stings Into themselves, and with the sharp pain howl; Then forth these patriots go, a motley brood, And preach sedition to the multitude. 88
  • XXXVIII. Then Faction and the Lust for office shook Their filthy wings over the whole land, lighting On hill The And and plain, by river, lake fires of discord, and new hates The exciting; lean Corruption sneaked in every nook, With Avarice's hoards Till and brook men no longer to crime inviting; saw that glittering Star, Constitution, shining from afar. XXXIX. Fanaticism preached a new crusade. And Bigotry damned slavery as a crime; Intolerance, brandishing his Denounced the Southron The murderous blade. in bad prose and rhyme; Pulpit preached rebellion; men, dismayed, Saw the red portents of a bloody time Burn ominous upon the Northern sky. And sword-like comets, threatening, blaze on high. XL. Treason, without disguise, all clad in mail. Stalked boldly over the distracted land Cries of Disunion swelled on every gale; The Ship of State drew near the rocky strand, 89
  • With rent sails, through the lightning and the Her mariners a And Freedom, reckless, hail; drunken band; shuddering, closed her eyes, and Their vessel on the weltering seas to left drift. XLI. Then Anarchy turned Whose Filling iron hoofs loose his maddened steed, went clanging through the land, men's hearts with fear and shapeless dread; Then leaped on board, and with audacious hand. Grasped he the helm, and turned the Toward unknown vessel's seas, and, at his fierce head command. Through the red foam and howling waves, the dark, Ill-visaged mariners to ruin sailed the barque. XLII. I shuddered for a time, and looked again. Watching the day Wild War had of that eventful dawn; broken his adamantine chain, Bestrid the steed of Anarchy, and His bloody scimiter; a drawn fiery rain Of blood poured on the land, and scorched the corn; Wild shouts, mad And cries, and frequent trumpets rang. iron hoofs thundered with constant clang. 90
  • XLIII. I saw and heard no more, And would have had not fallen to the earth, and caught Ariel stooped for I did faint, me as I went. He raised the sail, and left that fearful And while into the soft, cool air I leant. spot; Drinking the wind that followed the swift boat, He said to Ringing me with gentle voice and clear. like tones aeolian in my ear: XLIV. "Thou hast not seen the woes that The The long, dark days, that lengthen into years. reign of rapine, The bloody The are to come. fields, when the laws are dumb. the hearth-stones wet with tears; starving children, wrangling for a crumb, The And cries of ravished maidens, that God does not heed, the blackened walls that stand Amid the graves, through all the wasted land. XLV. "Go, hears, tell The That your misled people the sad bitter woes and sharp calamities, in the swiftly-coming The fate. Future wait; fruit of Faction's sordid villainies, 91
  • Of discord and dissension, greed and hate, And all that in man base and brutal is; Unless they guard, vdth sleepless vigilance. Their liberties against such dire mischance." XLVI. He said no more; meanwhile we kept along The elemental greenness of the ocean, Whose great breast throbbed and trembled with the strong Stern pulses of Across still Of misty its vibratory motion; bays, mid many a tangled throng isles, sleeping like sweet devotion In woman's heart, bordered with low white shores, Running inland with green level floors. off XLVII. We saw grey water-plants that fanned the deep, With golden hair, far down beneath the boat; Caverns, shell-paven, where the Naiads sleep; Clouds of thick light through the great Vast that Great emerald-rifts, wherein the ripples keep A constant Broad beds murmur of seolic notes; of coral, rosy as the The Radiant sea-flowers thick on 92 Dawn, many a lawn. float;
  • XLVIII. And then we left Through the Unto my the boat, and quick descended, we had clear air, as home, wherein I found extended That which again became Then with a brief adieu far behind long Leaving me meditating on still like my sad soul's prison; he upward wended, While Which first arisen. lines of light did glisten; my dream. deep and dark realty doth seem. 1833. 93
  • INVOCATION. What cheer, Imperial Mountain? Titan, hail! distant crest gleams in the morning light, Thy Like a small shallop's broad and snowy Over What still waters urging its swift flight. cheer, old thunder-scarred On which sail. and wrinkled peak! the elements in vain their fury wreak? On thy wide shoulders rests the eternal snow. Wherein broad rivers have their hidden springs; Down thy rough sides impetuous torrents The cataract with sullen thunder rings, And flashing fiercely round thine aged flow. feet, Against thy patient rocks the fretted waters beat. Through the dark foam and fluctuating surge, That ever dash thy rugged breast upon, Thou dost in silent majesty emerge. Lifting thy forehead proudly to the sun: Like a great truth, simple, and yet sublime. Gleaming above the surge of Error 94 and of Time.
  • Thou standest there for ever, day and night, Like a great man, calm, self-possessed, serene; Who, doing what he knoweth to be right, Stands up, firm-footed, earnest, and sincere. Calmly the suffrage Seeks not its of the world contemns. worthless praise, nor heeds Above the Northern Thy haughty if it condemns. Cordilleras towers crest, like some strong feudal King, Elect of Principalities and Powers, To whom Who far isles unwilling tributes bring; holds with Among pomp and majesty his court. the mail-clad Barons that his throne support. Thou standest firm there, like an iron will. Triumphant over time and circumstance. Sternly resolved And its ever towards duty to its fulfill. object to advance; While careless of the clamorous hounds that bay. Through all impediments it marches on 95 its way.
  • How many First ages since the snows on thy forehead and wide shoulders How many since Wondering at On is it, the wandering sun arose, thee, grim-visaged sentinel! the wide desert's western margin To watch its solemn Wast thou an loneliness, as set, thou dost yet? island in the overflow Of the great flood? Look fell? Did any from afar wistfully to thy eternal snow, Over new oceans gleaming Or did the waves thee also like a star? overwhelm. Last spot of earth in the wide waters' angry realm. Howe'er it be, still thou art planted there. As when the Deluge round thee ceased Thy snows the bright hues of the morning wear: The crimson On thy to roar; glories of spring-sunrise pour white brow that proudly fronts the sky, Bidding a calm defiance to Day's burning eye. 96
  • ; Fierce storms for centuries against thee dash, On thy The bare head rain torrents of sharp baffled lightnings round thy temples Over thee roar the thunder and the What matter hail, flash. gale. to the calm and well-poised soul, Though round The tempests it slander howl, and persecution vanish. The round moon roll. shines bright; In Heaven's glad ear the cataract's grave hymn Sounds, through the solemn silence of the night: Around thy brow the white stars thickly swim. Anxious thine aged solitude to cheer, Even as a wife's fond eyes shine, earnest So the storms and clouds that gather round all A And and sincere. great man's reputation, pass away, leave it with a brighter glory crowned Above the elemental surge and spray. To shine on distant ages, far across The stormy sea of Time, on whose wild waves they toss. 1844. 97
  • ODE TO THE MOCKING-BIRD. Thou glorious Thy many mocker of the world! I hear voices ringing through the glooms Of these green solitudes; and all the clear, Bright joyance of their song enthralls the ear, And floods the heart. Of vanished nations No light Glad scorner The Where none Where died: mad sing, thy notes ring by whom thou once wast of all cities! world's They have them but thou; and thou mayst too, perhaps, as their bones page illumes starlit of these nations: care for Over me, Over thy music-tide: from History's The memory None roll Over the sphered tombs Thou deified. dost leave turmoil and incessant din. in others' honesty believe. the old sigh, the young turn gray and grieve. Where misery gnaws the maiden's heart within; Thou flee'st far into the dark green woods, Where, with thy flood of music, thou canst win Their heart to harmony, and where intrudes No discord on thy melodies. Among Is Oh, where. the sweet musicians of the air. one so dear as thou to these old solitudes? 98
  • The Ha! what a burst was that! aeolian strain Goes floating through the tangled passages Of the A still woods; and now it comes again, multitudinous melody, like a rain Of glassy music under echoing Close by a ringing lake. Even as a gem Thin waves is I like of crimson flame; As men love To first its fill till it roll we become. of perfect pleasure, dumb. a swift runner clinging to the goal. can not love the For the of happiness, wrapped, when round With the excess And pant wraps the soul It With a bright harmony trees, man who light, doth not love, the songs of happy birds; visions that my boy-heart wove. sleep with, were that Through the fresh woods, I did rove what time the snowy herds Of morning clouds shrunk from the advancing sun. Into the depths of Heaven's blue heart, as words From the poet's And I lips float gently, one by one, human and then vanish in the revelled in such songs, heart; and sorrowed, when. With noon-heat overwrought, the music-gush was done. 99
  • : I would, sweet bird, that Amid with thee, live the eloquent grandeur of these shades. Alone with Nature! I might I —but it may not be: have to struggle with the stormy sea Of human life until existence fades Thou Into death's darkness. wilt sing and soar Through the thick woods and shadow-chequered While pain and sorrow cast no dimness The brilUance of thy heart; but I As now, As my garments of regret glades, o'er must wear, and care. penitents of old their galling sackcloth wore. Yet, why complain? What though fond hopes Have overshadowed Content's soft music There is is not all paths with gloom? unheard a voice sweeter than thine, sweet To welcome me, There is Life's green within an eye, with The darkness my humble bird. home; love's devotion bright, of existence to illume. Theh why complain? When Death Over the deferred spirit, my shall cast his blight cold bones shall rest Beiieath these trees; and from thy swelling breast Over them pour thy song, like a rich flood of light. 1834. 100
  • —— SIMILES. I. Above me snows and The ice-crags, and around Cordilleras towering, grand and stern; Near me a stream over the black rocks bounding. Its echoes from the caverned slopes resounding: Off in the distance a blue, grass-rimmed lake, Through which the stream shoots, and the slight waves make A soft, The low music on the pebbled shore. sun's rays its blue bosom penetrate, And still the thirsty waters beg for more; And still the sun, from his exhaustless store. Rains down his beams, The lake appears a sheet And Back until, with its full freight, of silver light liquid diamonds, flashing a full return to the generous sun. and bright. Thou, Star of The my altars of soul my ! for fair whom for ever burn soul's idolatry, Let thy soft rays of love into the sea Of Of it my sad and soul sink and become a part of its essence; then shall I, Strong with thy strength, and struggling with stout heart, Effect somewhat, before it comes to 101 me to die.
  • 11. Lo! the great mountain's snowy shoulders gleam, Above the clouds, high in the upper air; Perpetual sentinels the giants seem Their gray heads are bare Of the lake's quiet. In God's great presence, which is mighty there, In the ethereal, thin, keen element. One floating cloud Far down one And silently hath down from heaven leant, and feeds the springing slope, leaves, condensing into dew. Feeds the parched grass that gratefully receives The welcome And gift, and gladly grows anew, smiles in the light. Dear lady My soul's throned Though Queen, distant from Where other all me of my love! empresses above! a half a continent. clouds are floating past the shores Against which the Atlantic, dashing, roars; Be thou As like this one, tribute to the which the Pacific sent, haughty mountains. Here, Like a soft cloud or rosy atmosphere, Let thy dear love envelope me, and bless My sad soul's thirsty desert and parched wilderness. 1832. 102
  • APOSTROPHE. Oh, Liberty! thou child of Nursed in the cradle of the While Europe Do in her hopes, human heart; glimmering darkness gropes. not from us, thy chosen ones, depart! Still The many be to that spirit us, as we thou hast been and breathe! art, Oh, teach us still Thine arrowy truths unquailingly to dart, Until And all tyrants and oppressors reel, despotisms tremble at thy thunder-peal! Methinks thy daylight now The far horizon of With golden lightning. is lighting yon hemisphere Over the hoary top Of the blue mountains see Thy lovely dawn, And up I not appear while Shame, and crouching Fear, Slavery perish under tottering thrones? How long, oh Liberty! until we hear Instead of an insulted people's moans, The crushed and wreathing tyrants Is not thy Will spirit living still in it uttering deep groans? France? not waken soon in storm and fire? Will earthquakes not 'mid thrones and cities dance, And Freedom's altar be the funeral pyre 103
  • Of tyranny and his offspring dire? all In Hungary, Germany, And Italia, Austria, thy spirit doth inspire The multitude; and though, They Spain, too long, in vain, struggle in deep gloom, yet slavery's night shall wane. And shall Shall And we we turn sleep, while all the earth slaves, while on the Alpine cones vine-clad hills of Europe brightly breaks The morning-light Can equal of Liberty? build? What As those the self-made Helot they eat deeply; Into his soul, What himself to fall? own who limbs, clasp the bands and creeping, blindly go Like timorous fawns, to their Shall we thus To To The holy fane down of own overthrow. Is it so difficult. fall? think that shatter their hands, may mourn; but not like those who throw they their gall, the live pains crawl till who madly caused Their heritage away; On chains so scarcely owns. Men's freedom may be wrested from And thrones those which on our fathers' bones The demagogue would Till awakes? we in are free, yet be not so? one brief hour of freedom that our fathers guilt. built! 1834. 104
  • ; LINES. WRITTEN ON THE MOUNTAINS WEST OF THE RIO DEL NORTE. The sun's last light His last is in the sky, warm breath Dark shadows is on my brow, to the mountains high Begin to stoop on swift wings now. The ruddy twilight quivers Above the line of snowy up crests, Like wine that in an agate cup From tremulous motion never The great And hills in indistinct, rests. the south grow blue and far away In the orient their silver hue Is changing into sullen gray. All objects, where the shadows play, Grow dim and Tired Nature's eyes indistinctly deep, now close, and she inclines to sleep. Into the soul sad fancies swarm, As bees swarm, clinging to each other Or waves, when memories Excite them of storm to devour each other. 105
  • The dreams morning of hope, at bom That love the dayUght and the sun, Have fled, and wander Or vanished And all far, forlorn, by slowly, one one: the painful thoughts that rested. In deep calm slumber, in the breast Which many a day they have Awake, and The bitterly molest heart, their most unwilling Their home, and worse than Of these, the vulture-eyed, and One thought infested. of home is all, all nest. the food their ravening brood. often there, Like a lone bird, with sad, deep eyes, Immovable as dull despair, A grief profound that never dies. Now when Death's influences seem On all the universe around. Now when the sleepy mountains dream. Plunged into When by Night's dusky wing, sleep like death, to The most profound; rock and pine, and snow and sky. Sleep shaded A silence man's dim eye self -same awful, sombre thing; All these sad influences bring That melancholy thought And on the heart it falls like again, a cold winter-rain. 106
  • Perhaps death now And some dear Into the chill busy is there, soul that and desert Hath sadly from its have loved, I air, home removed. Perhaps they mourn some loved one dead Thinking of me, the absent, too; While unconscious, have not shed I, A tear, nor even their sorrow knew. Perhaps, whenever After my I return. ordered task done, is Instead of some loved face and form, I may but find a simple stone, A sister's While they To mourn cold heart set upon; will for her 'Tis sad to long before have ceased whom wander shall I all mourn as just deceased. alone Through the wide world, a homeless thing. Like a lost wave that makes And Its life hastens to the land, to fling away upon the With nothing near But like shore, to mourn its death; the eagle far to soar. While Fate Then moan, its his full nest shattereth; to return, and fainting fly Round a wrecked home made Perhaps to hear his desolate, young's last cry. 107
  • The This sob of his dying mate; last is the sharpest blow of Fate, The most unutterable woe, Crushing the heart and brain at one tremendous blow. This must A And men men have borne bear, as thousand giant woes beside; should this dearest hope be shorn Away, this light, that scarce descried. Hath been Still I my beacon-fire of late; have much to do And manfully must For duty is front a constant The branchless tree The mastless ship in life, my fate: strife. liveth on. still still holds her way. Nor heeds the wind, the storm, So will I Doing And When work my all life's brief duty as some, perhaps, I the sun: day. may: will mourn neither hate prevents, nor my death, envy hindereth. 1832. 108
  • — : TO THE MOON. Oh, quickly Thou lovely Look into rise, and most welcome Moon! my sad eyes, Ere sober Night too quickly And Here I bless me soon! have kept, Watching to see thine advent While others lay and As For day's fresh Here slept; I have light. lain. And eastward kept my No bright. at other times have wept, I But hies; all anxious gaze. thus far in vain shower of light like silver rain Shines through the haze. The evening star Has chidden me, saying, She wanders yet Where the "Get to bed! afar, great Asian deserts are Inhabited 109
  • ! "By Scythian hordes; Or where the springs Or flash the fiery of Indus rise; swords Of dry Sahara's Arab lords; Or where the skies "Smile on the shores Of Teneriffe, or on old Rome: Or where the Danube roars Or, tortured by Venetian oars, The lagunes foam." That star has set Behind the western Hast not arisen Though all hills; and thou yet, the silver stars are met In heaven now. Ah here she comes And all those silver stars grow ! As, pale, swimming through gray glooms, The queen of love Crag, and hill, and dale. 110 light illumes
  • ! Now If I can sleep, thou wilt but vouchsafe to shine From And heaven's abysses deep, pleasantly mine eyelids steep In light divine. The stars that peer. Like timid children, from on high, (Small pilots they, that steer Their sparkling boats around thy sphere). Love not Adieu as I. Adieu ! My heavy lids begin to close. And from thy domain Sleep's gentle Upon them Stay In at my And Oh, in thy blue. and refreshing dew flows. flight! humble casement bless with thy soft shine. light. silver nautilus of night. All that is mine! 1830. Ill
  • — — NIGHT ON THE ARKANSA*. Night comes upon the Arkansa with swift Its dark and turbid waters Bearing wrecked trees and The heavy To forests sleeps roll drift, along —deep, red, and wide on either side. the water's edge low-stooping; and The patient stars the moon stride, among her lamp has hung. Lit with the spirit of the buried sun. No blue waves dance the stream's dark bosom on, Glittering like beauty's sparkling starry tears; No crest of foam, crowning the river dun, Its misty ridge of frozen light uprears: One A sole relief in the great void appears dark blue ridge, set sharp against the sky, Beyond the Not utmost boundary. so wast thou, 0, brave old MerrimacI As By forest's I remember thee; as thou art seen the Soul's eyes, when dreaming, To my old home, *The author I go back and see the small boats tack spelled Arkansas without the final "s," as here, in his privately printed volume of poems, and been the customary spelling then. 112 it it appears seems to have
  • ; On thy The blue waters, gliding swift between old gray rocks that o'er them fondly Their foreheads scarred with lightning. Grim capes the And — surly waters whirl and lean, There, around bound here and there grave patriarchal trees Persuade the grass to clothe the reluctant ground And frowning banks with green. Still villages Sleep in the embraces of the cool sea-breeze: Ah, brave old stream ! —thou seemest to infold My heart within thy waters, as of old. 1838. 113
  • — BUENA From Let all VISTA. the Rio Grande's waters to the icy lakes of Maine, exult! for we have met the enemy agam: Beneath their stern old mountains we have met them in their pride And rolled from Buena Vista back the Where the enemy came surging battle's bloody tide; swift, like the Mississippi's flood. And the reaper. Death, with strong arms swung his sickle, red with blood. Santana boasted loudly that, His Lancers through two hours were past, before Saltillo should pursue us fierce and fast:— On comes his solid infantry, line marching after Lo! their great standards in the sun line; like sheets of silver shine; —yea, with more than three With thousands upon thousands, to one, Their forest of bright bayonets fierce-flashing in the sun. Lo! Guanajuato's regiment, Morelos' boasted corps. And Guadalajara's chosen troops! — all veterans tried before. Lo! galloping upon the right four thousand lances gleam, Where, floating in the morning wind, their blood-red pennons stream; And here his stern artillery climbs up the broad plateau: Today he means to strike at us 114 an overwhelming blow.
  • — ! Now, Wool, hold strongly to the heights for, lo the ! ! mighty tide Comes, thundering Now, like an avalanche, deep, Illinois, stand steady! For a portion of our terrible, Now, Kentucky, line, alas! and wide. to their aid! broken and dismayed: is Great bands of shameless fugitives are fleeing from the And the day One of is lost, if Illinois O'Brien's guns Till their is and brave Kentucky gone! Our light troops, driven from the hills, And round yield. — On, on their masses cavalry and infantry outflank us on the field. drift. left; retreat in wild dismay. us gathers, thick and dark, the Mexican array. now approaching near, Santana thinks the day is Minon's dark cloud Lancers sternly menaces our Now, Lincoln, of gained; for, gallant gentleman, lies dead rear. upon the field. Who strove to stay those cravens, when before the storm they reeled. Fire, Washington, and Lo! fire fast and true! Fire, Sherman, fast far! Bragg comes thundering to the front, to breast the adverse war Santana thinks the day And is gained ! On, on his masses crowd. the roar of battle swells again more terrible and loud. Not yet! — Our brave old General comes to regain the day; Kentucky, to the rescue! Mississippi, to the fray! 115
  • — ! Again our And back line advances! before his Upon them rifles, Gallant Davis fronts the foe, in red waves the Lancers yet once more, ye brave! — The flow. avalanche is stayed Back roll the Aztec multitudes, all broken and dismayed. —To Buena Vista! for the Lancers gain our Ride! May And we have few rear, troops there to check their vehement career, Charge, Arkansas! Kentucky, charge! Vaughan, Yell, Porter, are slain. But the shattered troops cling desperately unto that crim- soned plain; with the Lancers intermixed, pursuing and pursued. Till, Westward, in combat hot and And May comes flaming close, drifts off charging from the hills the multitude. with his ranks of steel, While shattered with a sudden fire, the foe already reel: —Now to the left, to stay the torrent there. They Or flee amain else the day ! is surely lost, in horror and despair! For their hosts pour swiftly onward, Our flank is Now, good turned, and on our artillery! like a river in the Spring, left their cannon thundering. bold Dragoons! Steady, brave hearts! be calm! Through rain, cold hail and thunder, now nerve each gallant arm! 116
  • — What though . round us here, yet thicker than their shot fall the hail? We'll stand against them, as the rock stands firm against the gale. Lo their battery ! They is silenced falter, halt, retreat! but our iron ! sleet still showers —Hurrah! the glorious day is ours! In front, too, has the fight gone well, where, upon gallant Lane, And on stout Mississippi, the thick Lancers charged in vain: Ah! brave Third Indiana! you have nobly wiped away The reproach that through another corps befell your State today; For back, all broken and dismayed, before your storm Santana's boasted chivalry, a shattered wreck, Now, charge For back, again, like Santana! or the day broken waves, along is otir left of fire, retire. surely lost your hordes are tossed. Still faster roar his batteries, More work remains Now for —his whole reserve moves on; for us to do, ere the good your wives and children, men! fight is won. Stand ready yet once more! Fight for your lives and honors before! 117 ! Fight as you never fought
  • : Hardin Ho! breasts it bravely! and heroic Bissell there Stands firm before the storm of balls that fill the astonished air: The Lancers dash upon them too Hardin is slain; The foe swarm ten to one McKee and Clay the last time see the sun: And many another Grew ! gallant heart, in that last desperate fray, cold, its last thoughts turning to its loved ones, far away. Speed, speed. Artillery! to the front! —for the hurricane Crushes those noble regiments, reluctant to Gallop! Speed swiftly! of fire retire! Bragg Again Ah! they come! climbs the ridge, And his grape sweeps down the swarming man moweth Thus Still foe, as a strong sedge: baffled in their last attack, compelled perforce to yield. menacing The guns And on still in firm array, their columns leave the roared at intervals: but silence field. at last, fell the dead and dying came the evening shadows And then above fast. the mountains rose the cold moon's silver shield. And patiently and pitying she looked While careless of his upon the wounded, and neglectful Despairingly and sullenly by night 118 Santana field. of his dead. fled.
  • And thus on Buena Vista's heights a long day's work was done, And thus our brave old General another battle won. Still, still our glorious banner waves, unstained by flight or shame. And the Mexicans among their hills still tremble So, honor unto those that stood! And everlasting glory unto Disgrace Buena at our name. to those that fled! Vista's dead. February 28, 1847. 119
  • — — AN EVENING CONVERSATION. One day Lapt last spring, —one sunny afternoon, in contented indolence, Within a pillared Deep-bedded That, fed I lay circle of old trees; in the smooth luxurious sward, by dropping dew and Grew green and faithful shade. thick under the stout, strong oaks. Around me the broad trees kept watch and ward. Swinging their foreheads slowly in the Green islets in Of amber air, an eddying overflow light. Among the emerald leaves The broken waves from that enfolding sea Struggled to reach the young birds in their nests, As truth strives earnestly to reach the heart. Often repulsed, yet One still strip of light lay endeavouring. on the level grass, Like a thin drift of pearl-snow, tinged with rose. There I had lain since iioon, stretched Reading by turns, Fuller, in this in and that old book. Montaigne, and good Sir Thomas Browne, Feltham and Herbert. As out at ease, a song mingle two many The song of Dazzling my a Mingling with the girls' mad light. sweet voices, bird floated up. ears, to the high empyrean. Breaking upon the blue sky's western beach. Flung upward from the throbbing sea below, 120
  • : The waves foamed up of light a-nd cloud Stained by the sun with all his — in spray, richest colours, Sapphire and sardonyx: floating forth, perfumes From rose Into the and jasmine wandered wide abroad. meadow, and along the That dances joyfully along Of silver And like Stops, its creek. bed sand and pebbles, through the glade. a child, frightened at sudden dusk, still as death, under yon dark gray crag. Of thunder-scarred and overhanging rock, Where The in deep holes lurks the suspicious trout. locust-trees, with Tempted the Grew And honey-dropping blooms. bees, that, darting to rich apace with their the magnolia, with Within large circle its loaded and abundant fro, spoil sweet perfume, all the air. My children played around me on the grass, Sad rogues, that interrupted much And A did perplex little my chattering reading, girl —one my thought. in chief, with bright brown eyes. Scarce taught to speak distinctly, but As she well knew, While there I I lay, and of it my pet, took advantage. reading in idle mood, heard a step along the shaded walk. Where the clematis and the climbing rose, The honeysuckle and the jasmine turned Their bright eyes to the sun, —an emerald arch, 121
  • — — With golden I saw approaching with And Who Looking up, flowers embroidered. his kindly smile, outstretched hand, the dearest of me played with in childhood my friends, on the sands. And on the sounding rocks that fringed the sea. And on the green banks of the Merrimac; Grew up with me to manhood, with me left Our ancient home, and many a weary month. Fast by my side, Through Amid toiled and travelled on, desert, forest, danger, over mountains, wild storms, deep snows, Hunger and After still thirst, —bore much fatigue. bravely and like a man. warm welcome kindly interchanged. Idly we stretched ourselves upon the sward. And lightly talked of half a hundred things. Each with a Whose little head upon his arm, bright eyes looked as gravely into ours. As though they understood our Until at length it large discourse: chanced that Luther said. Responding to some self-congratulation That bubbled from the fountain At thinking * We of are all And they who Have my humble, happy my heart. life: mariners on the sea of life; climb above us up the shrouds, only, in their over-topping place. Gained a more dangerous More of insecure. And harmeth station, and foothold The wind, that passeth over, not the humble crew below, 122
  • — — down Whistleth amid the shrouds, and shaketh These overweening climbers of the ocean, Into the seething waters of the sea. The humble traveller securely walks Along green valleys, walled with rocky crags. Deep-buried vales, in Alps or Apennine, By Titans sentinelled, yet rich with flowers, And gushing with cool springs; Lighting his pathway; Who — a cloudless sun — while the venturous climbed the neighboring mountain, The purple drifts of fool, sees, aghast thunder-shaken cloud Roll foaming over the blue icy crags. On which his feet slip, Dash, roaring And like — ^feels the heavy spray a sea, against his side. bitterly repents he climbed so high. Sharp lightning flashes through the billowy dusk Of the mad tempest. Through the lonely pines, Far down below him, howls the exulting wind, The thunder crashes round his dizzy head, And smitten by the earthquake's mailed hand The jut whereon he stands gives way, like And down a thousand fathoms headlong The ambitious Power, falls climber, a bruised, bloody mass, Before the peaceful traveller below. Better a quiet Than, To like life amid our books. mad swimmers in a stormy ocean, breast the roar and tumult of the world." 123
  • — "I think so, too: and To lead a peaceful, quiet Among my children and I am well content humble my life, patient books. Disgrace and danger, like two hungry hounds, Run ever on the track of those Good service to their country, or achieve Distinction and a And who do slander Easy is name above an ever-current coin of utterance as With the What their fellows. pure gold, deep-stamped king's image, in the mint of Truth. service to his country can one do, In the wild warfare of the present age? To gain success, the masses must be swayed; To sway And the masses, one must be well skilled dexterous with the weapons of the trade. Who fights the gladiator Fights without arms. By fair pretences, without skill, Why! he must double and turn at lie and cheat will, Profess whatever doctrine suits the time, Juggle and trick with words, in ever3d:hing Be a base Upon I counterfeit, and fawn and crouch the level of the baser sort. love the truth, because And care not whether Or if Of all An the common things most it it is the Truth, be profitable. palate relish I it. hate the plausible: open knave's an open enemy; 124
  • —— But sleek Pretence with the stilletto stabs, At dusky corners, of a starless night. The True and Popular are deadly foes. Ever at dagger's point, in endless feud. If one could serve his country by success. might well Or strengthen her defenses, he Endure abuse and bitter contumely, Slander and persecution; but to fling One's self down headlong from the vessel's prow, Into the angry chasms of the deep. Without a hope to stay the Is ship's mad course. the profoundest folly of the time. Behold how nobly sets the Imperial Sun! The golden glories of his mellow rays On the green meadow-level On either side, the crests of With crimson And yield aslant; snowy cloud, inter-penetrated, shrink him room: no dusky bar obscures The broad magnificence Though fall of his wide eye; farther south, dark as a cataract Of thundering waters, a great cloud lets down Its curtain to the blue horizon's edge; While, here and there, a wing of snowy foam. Upon its front, glints like Of some the shining sail aerial shallop, fleeing swift Along the surface of the tranquil deep. Will truth at any time shine broadly forth, 125
  • — Even To as the sun shines, with no cloud of Error intercept a single glorious ray?" "Truth And is omnipotent, and will prevail; Public Justice certain." "Aye, A great man said so. Nobly expressed; itself friend! 'Tis a noble thought, a creed complete. what sense But in And is Truth omnipotent. what time is Public Justice certain? at Truth And my will avenge herself, for every wrong. for all treason to her majesty, Upon the nation or the individual. That doth the wrong, by those grave consequences, Which By do, law Why from falsehood or inflexible result. in deed or word. The cause nations do so often topple down. Like avalanches, from their eminence. Why men do slink into disastrous graves. In the stern sentence hath been well expressed; 'Ye would not know the truth or follow Truth has the power to vindicate But to convince Is far And In beyond its all men that 't is itself; the truth, reach and public virtue : public service eminent, are paid. life, it.' by obloquy and contumely. But, after death, by large obsequies. And monuments and mausolea. 126 Thus
  • — Is public justice certain. With slight We regard observance and a careless glance, The Sun that now has closed his radiant eye, Below the dim horizon's dusky verge, So long as we behold him in the heavens, And know that God's Omnipotence compels His due return. We give no earnest thanks Of heartfelt gratitude for this great Of light, the largest blessing of gift them all. Lo he has sunk beneath the grassy sea ! Of the broad prairie, whose great emerald Shuts slowly over him. That If lid never more glorious orb should rise to light the earth, Men, staggering blindly through unnatural Would understand the And blessing they had night, lost, public justice would be done the Sun." "After a long, dark night, a starless night. In which the thin To where moon early struggled the sky and desert met down together, Plunging with hard endeavor through the surf And spray that gloomed along the tortured heaven,- Af ter a long, dark night of storm and The daylight comes with slow and How imperceptibly the Dawn After the storm has sobbed sleet, feeble steps. begins. itself asleep. To shine By slow degrees the distant snowy crests upon the eyelids of the East. 127
  • Of the great mountains, where, for age on age, Tempests have vainly thundered, are discerned Upheaving The their dim heads among the straining eye then Of the near Spreads makes the contour out Then a rosy mist forests. a blush upon the purple clouds like Becoming by degrees a crimson Until, at last, after a Kept by clouds. light; weary watch. cold voyagers on disastrous seas. Or storm-vexed travellers on wide desert plains. The broad sun rushes through the eddying Flinging it off, as from a prow frigate's Flash back the sparkling waves. Gladdened with And men So light, rejoices in The wakened her strength. adore the imperatorial Sun. shall it be with Truth. The minutes Long ages are The white of her twilight. sails Of the Dawn's boat are crimsoned by her Where pilot to And it steer assume the helm. round the circle of the For Truth below the horizon you and after Our bones light. rocking near the eastern strand. it lies Waiting a But mist, all I lingers yet. are dead and cold. mouldered to a Our monuments all sky; little crumbled into dust. clay, She, like the sun, shall rise and light the world, Never to set. The humblest man has power 128 world,
  • — To and the words accelerate her coming; We speak Long or write, in that effect shall live after we are gathered to the dead. Thought shakes the world, as the strong earthquake's tread Shakes the old mountains and the impatient sea. Each written word, teaching the humblest No matter in what homely garb arrayed, one of those uncounted myriad drops Is That makes the stream A slender, feeble Was dark And deep Where Of No all it rill, Thought, which of when all first spring forth the earth as midnight, from the inmost caves recesses of the was born. human mind, Think you one drop by which that stream has grown is lost so great? longer trickling over the gray rocks, Or foaming over precipice and It rolls along, Resistless in (So near it is calm energy and strength. plains, Let us work on ! God it; it is it is true result perceive? present now, to Him: So that we know our labour "Content you friend am the giant pulse, faithfully without result. we do not the sees feels in its great blue heart. —for surely That none work if —and to universal power), Of Ocean throbbing What crag. a broad, deep, tranquil stream. Through the wide I truth, ! I is not lost." shall not cease to work. the harnessed champion of Truth, 129
  • Cuirassed and greaved, sworn to her glorious cause, With Bed,uty's favor ghttering in But henceforth And No I shall quietness of good is my helm labour in the peace my beloved home. wrought by mingling in the fray Of party-war. Under these kingly Encouraged by my trees, children's loving eyes. Soothed to serene and self-possessed content, By all Will I the sights and sounds that bless work ever The words of here, in her noble cause. Truth should flow upon the ears Of the unwilling world, until Even me it heeds: as the crystal waters of our spring, That, night and day, all seasons of the year. Indifferent to censure or to praise. Seen and unseen, singing their quiet tune. Leap joyfully over its grassy brim. Starred with bright flowers; rain on the thankful sward. Where now the almond drops And the syringa trails Fringed thickly with And murmuring its its its rosy gems, drooping twigs, small and snowy blooms; their gratitude to God, Flow onward, seeking patiently the Not other now, than when, Primaeval forests hid Save the fond stars; it no for from lip sea; many an age, all sight. bent down to drink; 130
  • And since creation's morning, not man had Of "I see seen 'T it. an eye a pregnant lesson." is waters gleaming in the light its Of the young moon, and hear the slender sound Of the stirred pebbles in If men would do Committing the To God, who That most its their duty result and loveth all, narrow bed. like the springs. their reward the golden age, delicious fable of old rhyme. Would come indeed," my single "I, for Shall And As on still live in this, golden ease of in the sheltered my self. the peaceful calm dear humble home: harbor of some isle. Enclosed by southern seas, the storm-worn ship Escaped the waves, old ocean's hungry hounds, That cry and chafe without, And sleeps within the furls all her sails. shadow of the trees. Rocked by the undulations caused by storm, That vexes all Here will I make myself a golden Here live content, Nor the ocean round the age. and happier than a king. bird that swings Nor bee that isle. and sleeps in his small nest. revels in the jasmine-blooms, Nor humming-bird, that robs the honeysuckle. 131
  • Nor cricket, nested Shall sing or With under the warm hearth, work more the moon, opening one azure this, Had sometime poured Among her light upon the birds, rained thick upon the bright green grass, the spring's brim, like a swift silver hail; The meadow seemed a Of molten silver, The shoulders With a new Shot up wide, clear, level lake by her alchemy; of the northern glory, mountains glittered and one splintered peak in bold relief against the sky, With one A lid, the green leaves of the ancient oaks; The drops From cheerfully than I." large star resting upon his crown, beacon-light on a Titanic tower. Around that peak, The line of dusky Bounding the With prairie like stars smiled As bright and The forest, far cheerful as a locust And shrill young flower; and, earth. child's eyes. by the southern wind. in night's pleased ear. On bud and The and counterscarp. upon the laughing thin leaves, shaken Murmured away, a rampart there. curtain, bastion, scarp The thick and east stretched out to north The light dew wakened by the moon, and the katydid sang loud within the shadows of the trees. While in the thorn-tree, growing near the spring. Hid in the drifted snow of its white blooms, 132 fell
  • The merry mimic of our southern Poured out large waves woods of gushing melody, That overflowed the meadow many a rood, And undulated through Our little audience, fallen fast asleep, Reminded us And the pillared trees. of home. So we arose. slowly walking to the house, there sat Near the Upon large windows, where the moon shone the carpets, and the Spring's Sweet as a girl's, breath. came heavy with perfume; And, with a bottle From sunny warm in of bright, sparkling wine. France, and fitful conversation. Sustained awhile, then dying into silence. Prolonged our sitting far into the night. 1845. 133
  • ; DEATH The sun The is THE DESERT. IN sinking from the sky, clouds are clustering round the moon, Like misty bastions, mountain-high; And night approaches, ah! too soon. Around me the dark Its limitless And prairie spreads monotony. near me, in wide sandy beds, Runs water, salter than the sea, Bitter as tears of misery. And now the sharp, keen, frosty Begins to fall upon dew my head, Piercing each shattered fibre through By it my torturing wound Near me I lies dead watched And saw him Knowing The cowards To I've die; with a fresh pain my is noble horse: his last convulsive breath, stiffen to like his left and me a corse, would be my death. lying here for three weary days, watched the sunlight disappear: 134 fed.
  • Again I shall not see his rays; On my dead Oh, God! it is To be To hear And watch Am I, heart they soon will blaze. a fearful thing alone in this wide plain, the hungiy vulture's wing, the fainting light of my existence wane. indeed, left here to die? Alone! alone! At times hope I — It is it is. no dream! Though nigh. Already faintly sounds the stream. I must die ! —and fierce wolves gnaw will My corpse before the pulse is still, Before my parting breath I draw. This doth the cup of torture This, this it is that sends a my Of anguish through fill; thrill inmost brain; This thought, far bitterer than death: I But care not for the passing pain, fain would draw And here, while left To die, in peace my all, all (how strange last, parting breath. alone, that 135 my word will sound !)
  • —— ; With many a The They faces of old friends to the dark and narrow grave, Honor's code; of old friends bent With And I come round. one untimely sent tell of Down By mocking tone bitter, grief, for causes that I gave: leaning on each misty wave, see the shapes I loved and lost Gather around, with deep, dim eyes, Like drowning And men to land uptossed here one mocks, and And Hush I I ! depart from me, it At length to lest I madness should be wrought, cursing Thee, insanely die! the cold pulse see death's is beating slow, shadow close at hand; turn from sunset's golden glow. And looking toward Where the dark I strain To my eyes, my native land. clouds, like giants, stand, and hope, perchance. see beneath the calm, cold moon. Some shape To vain rage defies. My children, —spare the thought! Dear God! Bid my give a dying of human-kind advance. man the last, the saddest boon. 136
  • — i In vain, in vain! All No footstep comes yet lone and desolate; is Deeper and darker swell the glooms, And with them Death and eyeless Fate. Now am The The I Well dying. I know pains that gather round the heart. wrist's And weak life and pulse I is beating slow, begin to part: Vain now would be the But death As it is not so terrible. No more I see! faltering! Now all's well! hath been. My tongue is My soul,— 'tis leech's art: Thine, oh Father!—take it unto Thee! 1883. 137
  • TO THE MOCKING-BIRD. Sweet bird Thou ! Far from great And walk Upon singest in the lonely woods, cities. There men dream of life, with blinded eyes, while grim Care broods their withered hearts; and snarling Strife, Flaps her foul wings before the eyes of men. Hate gnaws Out from their hearts, and sordid Avarice halts his noisome, miserable den, Clutching men's souls with yellow, shrivelled bands, Till each shrinks up, and filthy gods exalts To proud dominion, worse than Pagan lands Ever bowed down before; While, grasping handfuls of his glittering ore, He makes of To bind them it, oh, wonder! tough, strong bands. to his sordid service Thou knowest nought The thick green forests. Where the And Thy home is lore. in There thou hast thy leaves whisper with an earnest din. gentle winds cool thy harmonious breast, Andthere thy music And of this. and curst rings among fills the listening wood, the giant forest trees, 138 nest,
  • — Waking up every slumbering And A ! solitude, sending out, with never-ceasing flow, different strain on the wings Now soft, now loud, now of every breeze. rapid, and then slow. With many a merry change; And causing men, for thy wild, wondrous range, Halt What emulous mad Thou and seek to know in their journeying, bird pours out a song so strange. small philosopher, who All troubles of the world Thy mirth and merriment And Thou high above art not Joy ever all ! laughest at I would that could imitate, care and trouble drunken with rich, happy nestles in thy I fly. rosy wine; heart. Shaking a dewy influence divine From his soft Surpasses in Who its startlest As if wings upon powers human fine song his me art, is own note, mate; heard, early and late, Through the thick leaves and Teach Thou, whose throat each lone bird with his thou wert Thou, whose all it. flowers to dance the joyful secret of thy happy state 139 and float ;-
  • — It can not be that thou, who now dost sing With so tumultuous melody, while round All spirits of the And It woods are hovering drinking in with eager ears each sound, can not be that thou, too, dost conceal The sorrows of thy soul in Or that thou dost not The joyance Who of in stormy mirth, good earnest thy song. That is feel for men walk alone on the pain-peopled earth, And pour That out melodies with tongue and pen all the world admire; While they with their own songs grow faint and And sadly droop and languish, even tire, when Their golden verse burns brightest with poetic fire. 1828. 140
  • ! !! ORA ATQUE LABORA. PRAY AND WORK Swiftly flashing, hoarsely dashing, Onward Down rolls it the mighty river; hurries to the sea, Bounding on exultingly; Still the lesson teaching ever, Ora ATQUE LABORA Trembling fountains on blue mountains, Murmuring and overflowing. Through green valleys deep in hills. Send down silver brooks and rills; Singing, while in sunlight glowing, Ora ATQUE LABORA Onward In its flowing, ever growing. beauty each rejoices; While on Night's delighted ear. Through the amber atmosphere, Sounds the murmur of their voices, Ora ATQUE LABORA 141
  • Archly glancing, lightly dancing, See its eddies chase each other; Round old roots they flashing whirl, Over ringing pebbles Each one singing curl; to his brother, Ora atque labora! Still descending, mingling, blending, Lo! a broad, majestic river! Under whose perpetual shocks, Lofty crags and columned rocks Shaken, echo as they quiver, Ora atque labora! Hoarsely roaring, swiftly pouring Through tall mountains cloven asunder, Over precipices steep, Plunging to abysses deep. Loud the cataract's voices thunder, Ora atque labora! 142
  • — Sunlight shifting, white mist drifting On its forehead, thence it marches, Swelled with freshets and gi-eat rains, Shouting through the fertile plains. Spanned with aqueducts and arches, Ora atque labora! Thus Endeavour striveth ever For the thankless world's improvement; Each true thought and noble word. By the dull earth, though unheard, Making part of one great movement,— Ora atque labora! Work then bravely, sternly, gravely,— Life for this alone What is is given; right, that boldly do, Frankly speak out what is true,— Leaving the result to Heaven, Ora atque labora! 1844. 143
  • BROWN OCTOBER. October, brown October, with his slow And melancholy And comes upon step, has left the hills The the plains. Through the thick wild winds blow leaves, with cold and gusty thrills, Turning their greenness to the sere red hues Of sober Autumn. Heralded by the The faded Through the murmuring frost, dells, that wildly strews leaves along his way, strides on The sober Month: and over the bright eye Of the desponding sun. The cold clouds fold their vesture dun. Or on the bare gray The crimson heart hills like of every couching eagles summer flower Has pined away; and round the withered The gray and faded lie. stalks leaves begin to shower Into a rotting mass uncertain flocks : Of winged seeds go floating through the Steered by mad winds struck by the Of the white : frost, air. noiseless shocks the long night busy there, The nuts bestrew the ground. Fields mourn the Of verdure; and the stubble, dry and gray. That the chill wind-gusts toss. While the dun clouds Seems, with a useless life, drift thick across. to sadly waste away. 144 loss
  • ! How : ! well the time accordeth with the soul Autumn is in the heart: and these sere woods, These winds that coldly through the valley These dull blue clouds, these withered solitudes, Gray weeds and The roll, do falling leaves, all resemble lonely season on the soul that broods The winds of sorrow through its pale blights tremble. Its falling hopes and passions in decay, Like the dead leaves, give melancholy warning. That life From With the the sad heart, once glad and gay unsullied greenness of And now, oh No ebbs fast away its life's young morning. ! it makes peace or joy it hopeth for on earth, Life its The crimson fountain once did But now it hardly throbs. calm farewell gladly swell, The jocund mirth Of boyhood's day has gone, and Sit Weariness, The golden And and Loneliness, and Dearth: visions each has from the soul have left Amid which memory And in its stead fled. a sombre shadow there, sees the once-loved faces, in the whispering air Hears soft, voices say, "Prepare, weary one, to leave the old and well-known places." 1832. 145
  • TAOS. The light of Upon morning now begins to thrill the purple mountains, and the gray Mist-robed old pines. Brightly upon the still snow looks out the eye of Day;— The constant stream runs plashing on its way, Deep banks As melted And stars its of might flow along blue heaven. white foam grows whiter, with the play Of sunlight, down its rocky channel driven, Like the eternal splendor from God's forehead given. And tree, rock, pine, all are With Down light, as enveloped with a visible soul of love: the rough mountain sides the breezes blow, And in and out each grassy shaded cove. Making the scared dark from To now pine away amid its dens remove. the splendor-shower That raineth to the depths of each dim grove. And under all the rocks that sternly lower. And even in the caves and jagged grots doth Yet a small cloud goes wandering here and Whose only care seems up the hill pour. there. to float. Until the sun be risen broad and fair; And To then the unseen angel that takes note steer in safety this ethereal boat. 146
  • ; Will turn its Where helm toward heaven's untroubled its white sail will One moment, and then Through Now it seas, glimmer, like a mote, Now vanish. the trees are seen, like shadows through transparencies. dew from the sweet And from the rich flower-bells, the quivering blades of bended grass. Begins to rise invisibly, and swells Into the air, —the valley's humble mass; God doth Like the rich incense that to Out of the bruised heart: the cricket's The bird's glad Soul's solitude, in this most brief, Sorrow, sitting quietly and dim sweet interim. still. With look And hymn, anthem, the cicada's bass. All people with their influence the Now pass all gentle, sharing in all nature's joyous and with sad smiles kind, thrill. Breathes a delicious influence on the mind, A soothing melancholy, hope-inclined Like the faint memory of a painful At which the heart once wept dream, itself stone-blind; But now which doth part pain part pleasure seem. Until we know not which the But soon feeling will Sorrov/ re-subject Although this golden and most to deem. her own, delicious 147 calm
  • ; Hath shaken her her accustomed throne; in Although she sleeps, like Peace, with open palm, And quiet eyelid, and relaxed arm. Soon Memory again will learn to sting. Recovered from And from this most unusual charm. the past will gather up, and bring Into the heart sharp agonies, She will point To From cords to wring. back to home and hearth forsaken. friends And Love its grown cold, perhaps inimical; again will shudderingly awaken troubled slumber; poverty enthrall, And shroud again, with dark and icy pall, My hopes, my happiness, my fatherland And I once more shall stand amid them all. Cast them aside with rash and hasty hand. Shiver my Beloved household gods, and 'mid the ruins stand. New England These chanting These mountains, And now all whom these jagged rocks. pines, this sea of lifted snowy light, by volcanic shocks. defying them; this hoarded white Of snows, that And ! scoffs at the sun; this vale so bright, the thousand objects here in view. Bring brightly forward into memory's sight Thy hills, Thy gorgeous sky, and clouds of so surpassing hue. thy dells, thy streams thy ocean blue. 148
  • I have gone from Land It thee, and perhaps was a mournful hour which saw The ties Me living that bound And now my unto heart Again above Again I live forever, of the free, the beautiful, the brave! me exile's is all, me me sever unto thee; which gave narrow grave; ay, all thine own: thy old forests wave. hear the Atlantic's deep grave tone; I am with thee, and Wherever I may roam, I even in shall be proud the world alone. Of thee, old mother! and no less of thine: Thy knee hath never to a tyrant bowed. Thou hast allowed no heresies to twine Around thee, as the gaudy poison-vine Twines round the oak, and rots I love thee, and my heart it is to its core; ever thine: And here, alone, I think of thee the more, And pace these flinty hills, and on thy glories pore. For here, beneath these mountain-summits gray, I think of those old venerable Where I aisles. have passed on many a holy day, Into the sanctity of ancient piles. To hear thy sober creed; of those green 149 isles
  • — That gem thy bays and quiet ocean-nooks; Of the bright eyes and cheeks enwreathed with smiles, of still lakes That make thee famous: And, more than What is there all, I think of quietude and books. that left, and brooks; I should cling to life? High hopes that storms smote down when scarce expanded; A broken censer with faint odor rife,— A waning sun, —a vessel half-ensanded, on sharp rocks and shallows stranded,— Life's prospects A star just setting in a midnight ocean,— A smoking altar, broken and unhanded,Lit with the flame of hopeless love's devotion,— A bosom shattered Unmanly heart! with its own intense emotion. Repine not, but be calm! Take courage, Heart! Let us not madly mar The effect of this sweet scene. Hope holds her palm, Like an old friend, to me, and sets her star Once more upon the waves It shall not sink again; but ever Cheerily I its lift eye above the stormy bar. thank thee, Hope, No of life afar; longer, eyeless, for thy on life's most princely clashing waves 150 gift! I drift.
  • : New Farewell to thee, The echo And England! Once again thy name has reached of it thou and thine shall hear. soul, has vibrated oh, not in vain, If my : Now for the goal! Dash through the waves, bold Heart, that madly Across thy path ! Much waiteth to be done, Before Time's billows o'er Behold the Who last has been, roll my dead brain roll complaining words of one, is, will ever be. New England's son. 1832. 151
  • SUNSET IN ARKANSAS. Sunset again! Behind the massy green Of the continuous oaks the sun hath And his last rays The leaf -robed branches, as Amid gray fallen, have struggled through, between hopes intervene The western sky cares. With shadowy mountains, built is wallen upon the marge Of the horizon, from Eve's purple sheen. And thin, gray clouds, that insolently lean Their silver cones upon the crimson verge Of the high Zenith, while their unseen base rocked by lightning. Is It will show its eye When dusky Night comes. Eastward, you No stain, no spot of cloud upon a sky. can trace Pure as an angel's brow. The winds have folded up And, all asleep, high Beneath the up trees, the their swift wings in their cloud-cradles now, lie. dusky, purple glooms Are growing deeper, more material, In windless solitude. The young flower-blooms Richly exhale their thin invisible plumes Of odor, which they yield not at the Of the hot sun. The birds 152 all call sleep within
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  • Unshaken nests; save the gray owl, that His plaintive cry, And There A A like booms one that mourns strange dooms; the sad whip-poor-will, with lonely din. is a deep, calm beauty around, all heavy, massive, melancholy look, unison of lonely sight and sound, Which touch Its us, own sad till the soul can hardly brook feelings here. They do not wring from the But give us heavy thoughts, Not such thy sunsets, oh like New Hast more wild grandeur full heart a tear, reading a sad book. England Thou ! thy noble eye, in More majesty upon thy rugged brow. When Sunset pours on thee his May-time glow. He looks on capes and promontories high, Gray granite mountain, rock and Crowned with the white wi'eaths On sober glades, and On meadows precipice. of the long-lived v/ide snow; and low; wild old woods, gloomy with mysteries; On cultivated fields, hedged with mossed rocks, And greening with the husbandman's young treasure; On azure ocean, foaming with fierce shocks Against stout shores, that his dominion measure; On towns and And villages. environs wealthy with flowers and trees. Full of gray, pleasant shades, 153 and sacred to calm leisure.
  • When Sunset radiantly unfolds his wing Upon thy With Occident, and the clouds his rich spirit, while the laughing Spring Leans towards the arms He fills of Summer, like a king treads the West, and sends in glittering crowds His flocks of colors forth upon the river Of the blue sky, there To spirit-like to cling the cloud-cliffs and waves, there wandering And Thy circling westwardly the world for ever. sunsets are more brilliant and intense But not so melancholy or so calm, As this that Shading now his is fast retreating hence, heavy eyes with misty palm. Lulled to an early sleep By Thunder, from the western twilight's deep. Under the far horizon muttering a stern psalm. 1833. 154
  • — WHEN CALIFORNIA WAS A FOREIGN LAND. Read Before the National Convention of Mexican War Veterans, January 16, 1874. "When California was a foreign land!" How many shadowy, ghost-like figures stand Between that Then and Now! Old, meager, pale; With and four faces full of pain And sitting And The Years all in speechless misery: from us, laurel-crowned. for victories over foreign foes Comrades and Friends, the Live in it blood and tears. and agony, three, the farthest bowed —forms of dead Years, again; in Your well-known renowned. glorious Past recall; memory upon fields of battle all stand again, Young, hopeful, eager, proud, as you were then. Rebels, against the tyranny of time. Ride through the hills, the mountain -passes climb; Camp on the streams through From the broad beds of everlasting snow; fertile vales that flow, Hear once again the Aztec eagle scream; See once again Santana's lances gleam; The toils Win glory, and hardships of the march endure; and your country's thanks secure. 155
  • — "When If time's California was a foreign land!" not measured by the dropping sand That counts the moments silent But by the great deeds that Then, Comrades, Since — 't is Alto, are done in flit, it. a century or more Yankee arms the From Palo as they flag of glory bore, and from Vera Cruz, Destined the day upon no field to lose. To its the Belen gate; and on To have new By glories Taylor's legions On Buena Vista's Where Kearney And every fold added to the won old; at Monterey; memorable day; led to victory his command. Stockton's sailors learned to fight on land; At Sacramento, where the brave troops, led By Doniphan, the foe discomfited; On Churubusco's bloody causeway won; By deeds of valor at Contreras done; When Worth and Quitman And Mexico lay stranded like a wreck. After Resaca, With sword stormed Chapultepec, when the Motherland, uplifted in her mighty hand. Called on her sons to meet the braggart foe. And bear her banners into Mexico, Her trumpet-call, in every hamlet heard. The North and South alike inspired 156 and stirred,
  • —— — Then from the And To icy hills of pine-clad Maine, the great lakes, rang out the same refrain, the Mexique Gulf and farthest Arkansas "Ready!" and "Forward to the seat of Then from the sea. And cities reigning by the inland marts of earnest industry, From the lone Came forth the toilers with the plow Idlers and To alike their country's all homes of hardy husbandmen. Enough artisans, to volunteer; for little honor dear. them that far in Mexico, army, then the nation's pride, Faced gallantly red war's advancing And It if Whose golden Not jeopardy: Stars the symbols were of States, star a sun that with its own light shone. planets, with reflected light alone, And making The flag, in tyranny abhors and hates. flag that Each tide, not shortly re-inforced would be. and the nation's The and pen. they cared the cause of war to know; Little Our war!" with their stellar harmony Constellation's radiant unity. Then, one by one, the days of glory came, That neither North nor South alone could Nor wished to; The common claim. whose immortal memories are heritage of every Star; 157
  • Until the conquest of a nation crowned Our arms, and golden No tyrant, To rule her by the California found right of conquest Lord, by the tenure But Freedom, ruling of the sword; by her right divine. Making her, too, a Star, with ours to shine. Nor we take her by the sword did But by fair purchase made her alone. our own. all England remembers with no lessening The old fields by her sons' blood sanctified; Remembers Agincourt, and Crecy, And too. Poictiers, as well as Waterloo. Shall the old glories of Eclipsed And pride. by the latter? our arms grow Shall the pale. names grow stale, dim, like stars veiled by an envious cloud. Of which their country once was justly proud? Let us, at least, in And guard reverence hold these names. with jealousy their worthy fames; Honoring, as then we honored, all the brave. When Illinois strewed flowers on Butler's When Indiana mourned the fate of Yell, And Mississippi wept when Hardin fell; Remembering that we And in the common all glory grave, were Yankees there. had a share. Consenting not that any State should claim Exclusive right to any hero's fame. 158
  • — AUTUMN. It is the evening of a pleasant day, In these old woods. The sun profusely flings His golden light through every narrow That winds among the trees In orange mist around the Of many a patient cloud that now, since noon. idly swings, when night-shades come, Waiting, The His spirit clings snowy wings Over the western mountain To : way veil alas! too soon, the timid blushes of the virgin moon. trees with crimson robes are garmented. Clad with frail brilliance by the wrinkling frost; For the young leaves that Spring with beauty Their greenness and luxuriance have fed. lost. Gaining new beauty at too dear a cost, Unnatural beauty, essence of decay. Too soon, upon the harsh winds wildly tossed, Leaving the naked trees ghost-like and gray. These leaf-flocks, like vain hopes, will vanish quite away. 159
  • How does your sad, yet calm, contented guise. Ye melancholy autumn With my own feelings softly harmonize; For though In all solitudes! I love the hoar and solemn woods, their manifold and changing moods. In gloom and sunshine, storm and quietness. By when the dim night on them day, and broods. Their lightsome glades, their deep, dark mysteries. Yet a sad heart best loves a Soon will With calm scene still, like this. the year, like this sweet day, have fled swift feet speeding noiselessly As a ghost speeds to join its and fast, kindred dead. In the dark realms of that mysterious Vast, The shadow-peopled, vague and Life's current With Yet downward clouds lighted by flows, and shadows full Of happiness, many like infinite Past. a rapid stream. often overcast. a sunny beam. sweet thoughts 160 in a gloomy dream.
  • Like the brown leaves our loved ones drop away, One after one, into the dark abyss Of sleep and death; the frosts of trouble lay Their withering touch upon our happiness, Even as the The green And Flit life hoar-frosts of the Autumn from the unoffending leaves; Love, and Hope, and Youth's from the heart; —Age lonely Or sadly smiles, while Youth Day draweth kiss to its close: sits his warm and cheerfulness. grieves. day-dream fondly weaves. Night cometh on: Death, a dim shape, stands on Life's western verge, Casting his shadow on the startled sun, A deeper gloom that seemeth to emerge From endless night. His eyeless steeds, Forward he bends, to urge fleet as the tempest's blast; Hark! hear we not Eternity's grave surge, Thundering anear? At the dread sound Time, pale with frantic terror, hurries aghast, headlong past. 1842. 161
  • — THE STRUGGLE FOR FREEDOM. The Ancient Wrong rules many a land, whose groans Rise swarming to the stars by day and night, Thronging with mournful clamour round the thrones Where the Archangels sit in God's great And, pitying, mourn to see that Wrong And still go up fierce cries beat against the portals of the skies; Lashed Italy drinks the bitter cup, still And Germany in abject stupor lies; The knout on Poland's bloody shoulder And Time It will The is all not be so always. Through the night suffering multitudes with joy descry Flashing its teaching The rings. one jubilee of kings. Beyond the ocean a great And reigns, tortured Nations writhe in galling chains. From Hungary and France And light, beacon-light, rays into their starless sky. them to struggle light of Order, and be free, Law, and Liberty. 162
  • — Take heart, ye bleeding Nations; The dawn Shall shiver like thin glass. When Earth shall feel, and your chains through all is near, her aged veins The new blood pouring; and her drowsy ear Hear Freedom's trumpet ringing in the sky, Calling her braves to conquer or to die. Arm and revolt, and the hunted stags let Against the lordly lions stand at bay! Each pass, Thermopylae, Young Freedom's Shall all fortresses! come when Right That and the crags, —and soon the day shall rule, gird God's feet shall and round the thrones eddy no more groans. 1853. 1G3
  • — — FANTASMA. unconscious of I sit, And look into There things around, all my soul. Within an image, dim and is indistinct. Of something that hath been, A I dream or a reality. strive to force it And be condensed At times The I know not I assume a which, visible shape, memory. to thought and catch a glimpse of it, behind clouds and shadows weltering in the I chasm seem to grasp half -embodied echo of the dream. When Then And — In vain Of the deep soul; and when The far it it it hath almost grown an audible sound, retreats, seeking the inner caverns. undisturbed recesses of the mind, Recesses yet unpeopled by quick Thought, Or Conscience, Hope, Love, Fear or Memory; And there it hides. Now, while Myself yet more from And look within, I my I separate external life. see the floating thoughts, Quiver amid the chaos of the soul; And slowly they assume a more distinct And palpable appearance. Dimly, like One by one. shadows upon ocean waves, For a brief moment they are memory. 164 -
  • I see a boy, reading at deep, dead night: The lamp illuminates his pallid face, Through the thin hand which shades his deep black eyes, Half-bedded in the clustering, damp, dark hair. He closes A step Unto up the book, and or two; — and now himself, in low "The fountain Has shown my rising takes hear him speak I and murmuring tones: This ancient rhyme unsealed. is heart to me, and Of poetry that slept within the Now do I At length know my fate. The revealed, of wild tide soul. latent love, and burning song, make me wretched. Never, Will waked the until now, Knew I the wish and bent of my own mind; And now I look into it as a new And inexhaustible treasure. Wild If I If feelings, broken hopes, await me now. win fame, ever unsatisfied. not, life's spring and summer gone Ah what a woe were ! And Burning words. gift of foresight of the future! Knowing what waits it, in vain. prophecy. What one soul. could exist, and bear The agonies that knowledge would create? And yet, Must be ah me! this gift of received, Though the Pandora and Destiny have its way; heart, shivering all its idols, sit Lonely and desolate and comfortless 165
  • — — In a great desert, peopled only with Gray-headed hopes, and memories of joys Dead long Though Be like ago, and buried many years: in its desolation the sad soul a house deserted, with the doors And windows open The lamps to the winter wind, extinct, cold moonlight shining in. Through shattered casements and wind-shivered With haggard I see him hide eye. So, Destiny, his face within his blinds, have thy way!" hands: Was it to weep? It might be. He was young. And tears fall freely in the spring of life. In after years the brain becomes more dry. The springs of the heart sink deeper, or, perhaps. He was Choked up and more obstructed. And had not known the bent of his Until the mighty spells of Its faculties, as did the own mind, COLERIDGE wondrous young. woke staff Of God's own prophet, the sealed desert-rock. He felt his fate: Enthusiastic, he knew that to a mind wayward, shy as his. Poetry would shape out an ideal world, Living in which, he would become unfit For this, our every-day and human life. Unfit to struggle and to jostle with The busy, selfish world; Earning the pittance of among the crowd,. a livelihood. 166
  • He did not Remote know how, in the west, To measure itself in new scenes, even such a and lands soul, compelled with others, and to wage Industrious battle against circumstance, Grows stout and And strong, with energetic strength self -relying vigor, as Grow larger He knew the hands and robuster with long was not strange. not this and wept. It That shadow vanishes; and like That on the shore of the distant indistinctness, Another shadow gathering Where its I waves, behold in the chamber. dwell old dreams and antenatal echoes: And now I a man. a great weltering sea Stands gazing dreamily across To toil. see the its images, like thoughts, take shape. boy His eyes have sit in still a crowded room: that melancholy look, His cheek and brow are pale; his wasted form Tells of long hours of study, Burned beyond midnight. and of lamps Bright eyes smile upon him, That might make summer in a wintry heart; Transparent cheeks are flushed, when his sad voice Murmurs soft words, soft as of one at night Holding communion with himself; for Praise Has fed his eager spirit with her rain Of dangerous sweetness. Songs of wild and stern 167
  • And energetic import, or low, sweet MoWc tones, have in a few A name for months gained the enthusiastic boy. He, with the same intense and constant look With which the eye And lool<s inward on the soul, with a deep expression of devotion. Gazes intensely on a single She knows not of his love; Steals looks at him, face. yet cautiously and seems to him more cold, For he has not told Because she loves him. His love, even when from his tumultuous heart Passion has overflowed, and he has uttered This rapturous one His feelings to the world. He has kept hidden in his inmost soul. Like a delicious and yet poisonous dew. For only when the passions have by time Lost some intensity, and grown more calm, They shape themselves, After a time it is a sad in rhyme and measured relief. To weigh and ponder sorrow every way. To view it in all lights, and thus to weave Passion and sadness into poetry. I lose the shadow. Will its place be filled? Dark, darker yet grows the chaotic vast. And now it seems a That purple Far off its sea, with clouds above dark waters, where they stretch towards unknown continents 168 of mist. verse.
  • ; Looming mysteriously along On edge, its the grim surface of that dead sea moves The half -embodied spirit of a dream, Like an unshapen dread upon the soul, A heavy When fear, will And be Express the which has no dream revealed? upward from the chasm. rise Oh, when? I can not yet The darkness now to myself. it visible cause. Quivers like clouds by sudden lightning shaken; And now more I clearly behold the dream: I see the youth stand in a The shade of manhood is crowded upon street; his lip, His thin form has grown thinner, his dark eye Speaks of a sharper and more urgent pain No muscle quivers in his stern, pale face. His brow contracts not, though its swelling veins Throb strongly under the transparent skin. With downcast eyes immovably he leans Against a pillar of a haughty house. Holding no converse with the crowd, that flows With steady current past him but ; Look inward, pitying Another shadow The lady Close his Ah, rises. of his love ! I by the youth and ; wounded his eyes soul. it is see her pass as she passes him, He, by the sympathy that doth connect His soul with hers, raises his sad, dark eyes. 169
  • They meet Is flushed A his idol's look. His pallid face with pain, his slight frame shaken with quick, sharp agony, great beads of sweat Start on his forehead, As if and they strove to speak to a Utter a stifled, frost of spirit, parting. incoherent sound. One mute, sad gesture The his thin pale lips. is his last farewell. poverty has frozen his hopes, Withering their rainbow wings, as northern snows Wither the Arabian jasmine's delicate blooms. Weary To of fruitless toil, seek in other climes a fairer fate. Which he will yet accomplish for his soul ; Will every day To do with He he leaves his home, vigor his appointed task. leaves his To wander by adversity gain strength home; henceforth, at like a withered, fallen Borne idly by the currents least for a time. leaf. of the air. Or tossing unregarded on the waves; Himself a wave of the universal ocean, Bearing a star within Gone like the spirit of its heart of love. an echo! Gone Into the deep recesses of the soul! But still the lamp of one white, glittering star Lights up the dim abyss of memory. Another shadow The rises, under which wild, chaotic darkness waits, to 170 whelm
  • : It like the other dreams. And thereupon our youth, I see a desert, now grown a man. Great changes have been wrought upon His sorrows still his soul are there; but kindly now, Like ancient friends, they people his strong heart. Like shadows round the roots of sturdy trees, Feeding them with an influence of love. They have He has fed his soul, and communed with Of stern and And still Among Upon made its pulses calm. nature, in her silent grandeur, and of moods sweet content, of calm and frantic storm, the peaks of mighty mountains, and the plains these Titans ever guard, Like sleepless and untiring sentinels. Alone with nature, he has there communed Most intimately with his soul, and traced Its deep thought-fountains to their hidden source. He is And prepared to battle with the world, force his upward way through the wild surge That swelters over him, and through the drift That floats Now stout of soul, and strong to dare and do. He prepared to is and eddies on the tossing hew himself a path To fame and fortune; a firm-hearted A full-grown energetic No tide. man, man; and now longer an enthusiastic boy, Bending to every rough blast from the sky: 171
  • ! A lover still of all the beautiful, And more than That comes Looks This one sweet pitying face in dreams, and even by day in his eyes is I lose of him to all, his nature. Again the purple clouds the dream. Throng from the The and loves him more and more. void, glittering star of The echoes and fill memory the darkened soul. fades away: ring no longer on the sea Of dreams and dead realities. Remember, And lay to heart, ye young and ardent souls. This lesson of a wayward, passionate youth, Whom, Of his And almost ruined by the faithless tide own morbid and labor have preserved loneliness Repine not, if feelings, solitude ye have been borne to With poverty, and grieve for shattered hopes! Gird up yourselves, and like good Do toil manfully whatever men and true, to do! is Front storm and tempest boldly, march straight on In your determined path, and from the world You shall force And faithful friends to fame and fortune, and Bright eyes and And while warm new the places of the old. hearts every where are found; life lasts 'tis folly Work then work I fill find steadily on ! to despair, Reward will come at last. 1833. 172
  • ! MONOTONE. Come, gentle Dian, show thy crescent in The sea of fading light that floods the west: Sit, like a white swan on a blue sea's breast; A dying swan, that with sweet melody Of her last song tames the rebellious To slumberous The sea, Oh. shine forth, amid quiet. paling light, like beauty's lovely eye. Half-beaming from its slowly lifting Shine out, and bless the world, fair lid Moon! for I, Like the young flowers and leaves, do watch for thee. As though thou wert the pleasant memory Of a lost happiness. I And my see her now. heart quivers with a sudden glow Of soothing sadness; as the When the breeze stirs still them with Oh, gentle Moon! thy influence A mother's love, thy Ah, mother, mother! leaves move. light, how his voice of love. is like a mother's eye. that dear 173 name sends
  • Its echoes through the heart, and with them blends The keen, fierce intonations of sharp woe! Mother, dear mother! dark and sad My path We of life; tread our heart-stricken way now alone. in joyless unison. Those that we love so dearly, All, all are and is all are gone: dead: and, mother, sadly thou Thinkest of me, and weepest for thy son, Toiling afar with the wild waves of Stricken with tempest. Homeward my Thy kind, Shall I ever steer shattered bark, and once more hear calm tones Beaming with deep And life, and of love, affection, feel thine eye and the high holy spirit of a mother's love? Yet even then how changed, how sad and stern Will be my home, when Mine eyes around, anxiously I turn to search for each lost face That there should greet me! Time, thy ceaseless pace Tramples the heart and all its growth 174 of hopes,
  • Go Like withering flowers. And end thy work! I on, cold reveller! have had dreams, fond dreams, Bright hopes, wild, fiery graspings after fame, Flashes of proud ambition in But are buried all now in my many heart. graves. For what were home to me, should A A silent desert! A voiceless echo! trampled hearth, whose fire return? I has ceased to burn! a monotony! an unshapen void. Lighted by one pale star! ah, bitter thought, Perhaps That I all starless! Mother! can it be, shall lose thee, too? the fearful Crushes my Leave me When I soul. All? All? one eye of love to thought — Oh, spare me one! light my soul, return! 1834. 175
  • ! THE FIRST WILD-FLOWER OF SPRING. Young nursling of the Spring and southern wind Thou comest Hke tenderness Or like new hope is waking from her dreamless sleep hovering Warmer down from the And brood upon The semblance Its great Upon great upper Deep, The wide azure wears a sleeping ocean, in blue eye, and wandering clouds spread out float, its obedient to the winds, about depths, freighted with rain and dew. Wherewith to When The of her. airs that upper sea their canvas thin. And Over neglect, With new gladness decked, Of barrenness and winter. Come by within a desert mind, Lonely and beautiful. The Earth fostered and struggling bless the trees flowers, Night, in pensive silence, wanders through clustering stars, guarded by darkling hours. Spring, gentle Spring! thou nurse of happiness! Cradled at And first among cold winter winds. thronging clouds, gloomy and motionless! Thou comest like a dream of joy, that blinds 176
  • ; The heart with happiness; and thou dost The barren earth, and the deep sluggish minds Of men benumbed by winter. Lifts his blue waves Aye! thou didst bless The glad ocean to thee, with deep emotion. sleep, while Winter ruled, In the calm greenness of the sea-girt afar, isles; While every wondering and impatient star Watched And thy coming for the soft winds, that Whereby the Of frozen earth. of thy many would the smiles, frosts unbar, seed-girt flowers were held in piles Yet still thy sleep was calm. Beneath the olive and the graceful palm. Then thou From didst wake; thy genial influence poured the unmeasured crystalline of heaven The winds away, and roared of winter fled Behind the western mountains; To life was given the earth again; the quiet rains were showered On And its like cold brow; its frozen mass was riven, wakening dreams, the flowers sprang up, Each holding to the sun One its sprang, as suddenly as At thirsty cup first love springs times, within the lonely soul, The mass And of damp leaves from out and decaying things. shyly looked at the sun, in timid doubt; 177
  • ; And then And, great clouds opened their eagle-like, sailed leisurely about. So that the Fell, like light rain lighter dew The of air. Verdure shot up, joyful earth vibrated like many Of universal joy; the Quaked on a pleasant thought sea, elated. melody untaught, his shores; with birds sang loud; and everything created A new joy from And and the a spiritual influence, through The chasm The snowy wings, all, Felt like from man the Spring's young spirit caught: to the poor worn captives worm freed from that crawls, Pagan thralls. Spring, sweetest of the seasons! welcome here, As calm Wine is to the storm-tossed mariner, to the goblet, music to the ear. Thou to the poet art, —aye ! welcomer. When Summer heralds thee unto thy bier. As Autumn in his turn shall herald her, Thy memory to me shall yet be sweet. As of loved friends whom still we hope to meet. But thou, the Too earliest of the young Spring's dreams, early cam'st, and met'st the sharp white frost; Lured by the Syren-song of babbling streams, Venturing too soon, to thy most bitter 178 cost.
  • The chill east wind thy tender petals froze, And shy and Among pale thou nestlest quite thick leaves, and where the Thou tall away grass grows ;- hast arisen like a starry ray Of sudden thought within a poet's brain, Or a The swift flash of passionate love within woman; and soul of dost maintain Thyself aloof from the monotonous din Of the old twirling oak leaves, from the moan Of the gray weeds, the dull monotony Of the harsh winds, and the dead limb, that, lone And dry, swings creaking Thou droopest toward the For Now life and chilled its from the leafless tree. earth again, like one tumultuous storms and shivering; but the Like a great censer in the sky unfit; fiery sun. uplift. Will shrivel soon thy slight leaves with his And thou As many a fire, wilt vanish like a cloudy scroll; poet, fainting on his lyre. Wastes with the fiery passions of his soul. 1833. 179
  • A DIRGE. Over a Companion Killed by Comanches and Buried IN Thy Many wife shall wait long days for thee; And when Swings on the gate its unused hinges, Opening her dim and And still THE Prairie. she, grief -contracted eye, forbidding hope to die, Longing for thee will look; Till like some lone and gentle summer brook, That pineth And in the dies summer-heat away some day, She waste her mournful Vainly, ah vainly ! Thy we life out at her eyes. deplore death, departed friend Shalt thou be seen ! No more by us beneath the skies. The barbed arrow has gone through Thy heart, and all Hath faded from thy the blue clay-cold veins, and thou, With stern and pain-contracted brow. Like one that wrestled mightily with death, Art lying there. 180
  • — Whether above the Thou And skies, at thy death didst soar, treadest Heaven's floor With great joy beaming in thine eyes; Or buried there Commencest an And shalt in atoms only As thinks We bid eternal sleep. rise to the air, despair; thee here a last, long, sad adieu! Rest there, pale sleeper! Another trophy of the grim old Reaper, Cut down and withering under unknown skies. Farewell! our course yet farther westward Thy grave is And we have deeper than the wolf can go, driven the wheels above thee, so That the Indian may not Farewell! for And we And Must lies. now find thy sepulchre. the trains begin to with quivering lingering lip, and reluctant leave thee here, alone. stir; step, Once more, farewell! 1832. 181
  • — THE VOYAGE OF Our shallop, long with Floats calmly down LIFE. tempest life's tried, tranquil tide; Blue skies are laughing overhead, The river sparkles in its bed; The sunbeams from the waters On glancing, the white canvas flashing glisten; The small waves round our Melt and And vessel dancing. dissolve in silver foam. we, in our frail home, To the charmed water-music We and our Dreaming, little in this listen. children float, enchanted boat: A gentle and propitious gale. Follows, and From And fills the snowy sail. spicy Southern wildernesses, thickets of acacia blowing, Where dewy morning's golden tresses. Shine through the darkling purple gloom And, loaded with perfume, The sea of air is overflowing. 182
  • ; Great trees their branches overhead Thrust And forth, with flowers thick-garlanded; while our little bark we steer Through the bright rosy atmosphere, The thick leaves murmuringly quiver; The golden On green sunlight, floating, flashes isles On whose jewelling the river, smooth, silver-sanded shore, Foaming up evermore. The current musically plashes. But westward a dark, frowning cloud Veils the bright river, like a shroud Where, wandering under unknown Its course is We only skies. hidden from our eyes. know that onward ever. Lapsing with fluctuating motion, The mighty and majestic To where the sunset glories fade. Through changing Runs river, to Eternity's light and shade broad ocean. 183
  • Between what bleak and desert Down what harsh cataracts it shores, pours, Over what rocks and treacherous The fretted river hoarsely rolls, We know He shoals, loves Now, We not: and will protect us ever. while our Kneel we To are in God's keeping: little ones are sleeping, in earnest prayer to Him guide us through the dim And unknown perils of Life's river. 1845. 184
  • — THE DYING WIFE. Dear husband, raise me in thine arms, —the hour is drawing little children near When must part with I thee, and these our dear Though fro ward often, I And on thy breast have been a loving, would fain I rest, faithful wife, and breathe away my life. Nay, weep not! let me kiss the tears from thy dear eyes away; They are dim with weary watching many a long sad night and day: It is To our heavenly Father's will ; I that bright home, where we only go before shall meet, to part again no more. The fresh world seems more beautiful, as life draws to its close, a mellow beauty throws. For death, like sunset, All nature seems more lovely when Than when it over it life's day is neai'ly gone. radiantly glowed, in childhood's rosy dawn. 18[
  • ! How pleasantly the soft Spring sky is brightening again! How cheerfully the meadows smile, after the sweet soft The waving rain! corn-fields flash with light, like a forest of green spears, And on the flowers, like jewels, shine the light rain's pearly tears. The rustling leaves and pattering drops make music in the air, The odor heavenward of the grateful flowers swells a like prayer, The glad happy birds carol loudly, while they feed their young, And the bees are very busy, leafy labyrinths among. Soon will fair sunset's With crimson golden feet trample the western light ensandaled, —soon hill, the busy world be still; And Our long before the rosy little mom wakes on the eastern sea, ones, dear husband, will be left alone with thee. Alas, Alas! my children! Give me strength, dear God in Heaven Thou knowest how most earnestly and truly I have striven To bow my heart submissively unto thy will divine; Oh, Father, aid and strengthen me! 186 —for I would not repine.
  • — ; Now, husband, my While yet let me clasp them in a last, long sad embrace, dim eyes can discern each sweet To-morrow they will wonder why their familiar face mother sleeps so still, And why they can not wake her with sweet kisses at their will. Farewell, dear children! Bitter tears are filling my tired eyes, I can not speak the thousand words, out of my heart that rise: Your arms around your mother's neck no more will fondly twine. Your sweet eyes, gazing into hers, no more with gladness shine. She is going a long journey; many a Spring will come and go,— To Summer heat and Autumn frosts succeed the Winter snow; And still, from that far spirit-land, in which the bright stars burn. No more, when daylight glads the earth, your mother will return. But often, when, at night, your eyes are closed She by each little in gentle sleep, pillow will a constant vigil keep; 187
  • ; And while the silver moonlight on each forehead softly streams, She her will visit all little and talk with them ones, in dreams. You must love your kind, good father; you must love each other well. Nor ever say an angry word, nor any Be kind You to everything that lives, come shall to me in and though When and laughing grass ones, tell: go before, me evermore. am dead and gone, flowers my grave are when little dewy I Heaven, and be with Dear husband, love our the falsehood I growing on; Oh, cherish and protect them, lest they sadly pine away, Like buds on which no longer shines the blessed light of day. Thine eyes may fondly look upon some sweet girl's sunny face; A fair young wife may sleep upon thy bosom in my place may be born to thee, thy love with these But demanding and receiving all their youthful mother's Other children to share. care. 188
  • Yet these The I will be as dear to thee; for in each features of thy first love thou wilt leave them, a rich legacy, beyond And I know all still little face, delight to trace: price to thee, that thou wilt love them, for the love I bear to thee. Slow sinks the sun, let I am —the world grows dark, —dear husband, us pray! ready now resignedly to pass from earth away: But a thought of thee, beloved, when all other thoughts depart. Will linger yet, within the cold, dark chambers of the heart. 1840. 189
  • TO AMBITION. Cry on! full well I For often my Stirring it the voice, hath called on me, passions with the noise, As tempests Cry know stir on, ambition! the hungering sea. 'tis in vain! Thine influence hath passed away, And mighty though thou Thou canst not bend Thou wakest dreams Ha! I They were art, again me to thy sway. fame and power; of despise both thee and them; illusions of an hour, Mere shadows now, remote and dim; I scorn them they wake no all: thrill Within the heart where once they reigned And revelled, and would revel But smote by For what is love, fame, that His life-blood for And for a name, when Ambition waned. man it, still. should pour drop by drop; life is o'er. Drain to the dregs misfortune's cup? Fame! 'tis The the wrecker's light, that lures luckless To where, upon wanderer of the deep. disastrous shores. Ruin and wreck their vigils keep. 190
  • — To waste away Pouring the burning heart, bright thoughts on the sand its Of the regardless world to part ; With mad and The ties that The To bind to Mfe, and tread desert of the world alone; leave no soul, Of To be suicidal hand, when we grief for us to the And mark are dead, make one moan. for every base slanderous miscreant's Hissed at by all venomed tongue, the adder race. Their poison on my garments flung: My fair name recklessly defiled With every crawling reptile's slime. Slandered, belied, abused, reviled, Each action tortured To fill the heart with scathing And The feelings holier To make And fire bitter passions; to erase Which To into crime. and higher ruled there in our ealier days; the soil a desert, burned blasted with remorseless flame; be, at Life's best hour, inured Within this living death, called 191 Fame:
  • Will Fame, will Power, repay for this? Cry The on, then ! —Even now infant hands of happiness Around And well I my heart-strings gently steal, know that Fame has nought. Or Power, to pay the If I feel with this happiness I sacrifice, bought Their glorious uncertainties. me Give To And I Love's smile, light the pathway wife's fond eye, of my life; may Ambition cry, And urge me to the stirring strife: vainly would not And Of my all sell those my quiet home. I love, the mighty for all the fame who entomb Their sorrows in a splendid name. 1836. 192
  • — ——— — HOME. Though the heart hath been sunken in folly and guilt Though its hopes and Though its course hath become like the cataract's foam Still, still it is holy, its joys on the earth have been split when thinking on Home. Though its tears have been shed like the rains of the spring Though it may have grown Oh, a sweet thought still When of the heart Unto ashes and dust Still its a shadow will the eye of the mind turns again to Though the fire Ere like loath to existence to cling come. its Home. may have withered its core —though the head have turned hoar time, as the surfs o'er the breakers that a tear will arise foam when we think upon Home. 1833. 193
  • — THE DEAD CHASE. A LEGEND. A morning of early June, The wind And slept cradled in leaves, the throstles were singing a soft low tune, In the ivy under the eaves. The silver brooklets murmured Sweet music in the grass; As the faint tones of an organ Swell at the evening mass. The velvet sward, Glittered like and flashed With dewy diamonds a smooth, green sea, incessantly. of the dawn. Through which went springing the spotted fawn; And the snake lay idly across the path, That wound amid the vibrating swath. Within the deep-green heavy glooms. Were beds of orange and crimson blooms. Whose sweet perfume and odor To stole the inmost crypts of the grateful sou Like harmonies faintly heard, that seem The sweet, sad memories of a dream. 194 1,
  • , The grew lily And in the shade, the dew-drop lay in blossom its Like a rosy diamond, laid On a The heart At snowy bosom: virgin's of the crimson rose was blushing the kisses of the sun; Like the cheek of a timid maiden, flushing After her heart A wall of cliffs is won. half ringed the dell That sheltered by it slept; In one gray crag a hollowed cell Near which a leaping torrent And a Hermit his A snowy mountain, Shot upward From which like vigils kept. close behind. a flame. with a roar like a mighty wind The headlong A man fell. river came. once proud and stately, Now haggard with despair; Whose scared eyes, straining, seem to see Far some great calamity; off Some terror, And armed darkening all the with nameless agony. 195 air.
  • The woodlark, from her low The sky shot, Uke a nest, toward dart, Gladly carolling as she soared Into the sky's blue heart. He neither heeds, nor hears, nor sees. Nature to him A.nd all is dumb, her charming coquetries Have odious become. His face grows dark; no longer His soul its His eyes that dread obeys; full of Like a hunted A sound On came now anguish were. tiger's blaze. clashing past, the wings of the startled air. Like the sound of hoofs that far and fast A reckless The eagle rose from the trackless snows, Where he And rider bear. sat like a king on his throne; high he flew, where the sunlight through His dark gray plumage shone; Unfolded his heart in a wild scream there. And fanned with his wings the morning 196 air.
  • —— ; A great steed came, like a mighty rain, Down the steep mountain's side; Thick as a storm his flowing mane, A He horse for a Prince to ride. stopped before the Hermit's cell, Like a statue of stone, immovable. And A near this courser stood black hound, with fresh blood About his feet and upon his jaws; His teeth were long, and sharp, and white, Left by his curling lips in sight; His strong feet fanged with claws. He bayed not, and he made no moan. But beside the steed he And sat like a stone, looked in the Hermit's eye: What want they with the Hermit, That on him thus they That hound so A stern and stare, fiery-eyed, that steed, silent pair? The Hermit shuddered at the But never a word he Only his lips became As the marble sight, said as white lips of the dead. 197
  • —— Slowly he comes to the steed that waits, As men walk As in their sleep; birds that a serpent fascinates Into their jaws do creep. Now springs he upon the courser's back, Saddle and bridle none; The hound has Down risen, and, baying loud, the green slope has gone. Uprose the sun; the steed sped on; His hoofs the green sward tore; Over stream and hill, through brake and dell. While the hound bayed on before. He came Its to a river waves ran high, He made its its banks were steep; nor stop, nor stay, But plunging Of broad and deep; in, through the loud din rapids stretched away. I Over sharp rocks and hillsides bald. Where the spotted adder Through sleeps, forests as green as emerald, As the tjrannous tempest sweeps. 198
  • All day, And all day, he stretched away, the tramp of his hoofs was heard, Like an earthquake's foot, In his adamant caves when is stirred. All day, all day, he stretched Till And her The And the gentle soft, firs moon his fiery heart away, uprose. pale rays kissed Night's sweet face, and the mountain-snows. then he was heard careering up That mountain's rocky side; The eternal ice-crags crowned its top, And the streams that poured from the Giant's cup. Rushed foaming down And now On a his side. he follows the black sleuth-hound, glacier's frozen sea. Grinding to snow with his iron hoof Its still, That green waves' transparent woof. since God gave the world its form. Defies the lightning and the storm. Midnight! midnight! The moon stands The horse has stopped; still, likewise; Without a mist, without a cloud, The stars have shut their eyes. 199
  • ! The black hound Loud baying, The Hermit But A spectre Her A : — : round the steed circles —long and loud sits his eye ; is as pale as Death hard and proud. comes athwart the moon; light gleams through bones its cold wind rushes swiftly by, All eddying with groans. The mist of its long yellow hair Floats like a ragged cloud; What A does the skeleton, without winding-sheet or shroud? Out-springs the great black hound again; Once more the scent Leap after leap, He and bay won; after bay: the horse stretch far away; They chase the Day comes But is still skeleton at last. The night is past, the hunt holds on; On hound and The red rays horse and spectre shine of the sun. 200
  • : Slow, slow as Death, 'Tis And Time draws his breath; a weary space to noon; high and high the sun's red eye Shines, shadowy, like the A : moon. desert stretches every way; Dawn's crimson and dusk Evening's gray Rest upon either edge; The wind above it sighs alway; Like the sighing of thin sedge. In the middle of the desert The horse and hound have stopped; The hunted Upon the earth has dropped. The hound With panting by its side open wide; like torches glare: rider too has left his steed And sitteth speechless there. Through But He lies his red nostrils His eyes The skeleton, likewise: all his long hair the beside sharp wind moans: is still; can not choose but gaze upon The green bones of the skeleton; Through which the breezes 201 thrill.
  • — All day they Till And Were Then sat in the desert: the sun in the : slid down west his the sky: lids of mist folded over his eye. in the west a shape appeared Between them and the sun; Nearer and nearer yet Until an A armed man it it drew: grew: mail-clad destrier on. "What dost thou here with hound and horse: "Without a "And why shield or spear? dost watch that skeleton: "So mossy, green, and sere? "What dost thou here? "The weary Day Twilight draws near: recedes; "Night's pilots her dark galley steer "Among "Thou "What the trembling stars; while here tellest over thy beads: dost thou here?" "Alight and learn: " 'Tis long to mirk midnight: "Another sun "Thou will set, before seest thy lady bright. 202
  • — "Alight! have a I tale to tell: "It will profit thee to hear: "That will vibrate in "For many a thy memory long, long year." The Knight has leaped from And And sits listens to There "A by the Hermit's his destrier, side, a strange, wild tale, in the desert wide. chase was held, long years ago, "On a sunny day of June, "Where a hundred noble horsemen "From morning "With wanton till glee rode, high noon, and revelry, "While the hounds before them ran; "For, clad in steel, on strong, fleet steeds, "They chased an outlawed man. "For many an hour we chased the game; "Hound "Till, after hound man by man, I fell back, passed them "And my strong hound all, led the pack. 203
  • "All night led on the deep-mouthed hound; "And all night followed I; "The wayward moon went slowly down, "The white stars left the sky. "Uprose the sun; "My my hound kept on, good horse faltered not; "And when the sun was in the south, "I reached this desert spot. "The Heretic "That I lay here. Ah, God! that sight should see! "His dead, dead eyes were opened wide, "And "His sadly gazed at me. flesh was torn, his bones "All mangled "And by was his side were bare, his head, my gaunt sleuth-hound "Lay, with his jaws blood-red. "I sate down by the dead man's side; "I had no power to go; "Methought that Time also was dead, "His feet went by so slow. 204
  • "My my breast, good hound fawned upon "And kindly "My to him I caressed; tears did freely flow; my only friend, "And God Himself my foe. "I thought he was "Alas! that weary afternoon! "Nor sight nor sound came by; "Only the lonesome wind, that through The dead man's "The moon "And up hair did sigh. swathed uprist, in gray mist, the heaven stole, "While from the dead man's eyes, her "Pierced to "The my came from "Lost "The inmost soul. cold wind swept across the plain, "And savored "It light like of the sea; my dear, sunny home, a dream to me. corpse's pale lips then unenclosed, "His teeth in the moonlight shone, "I sat and wept and beat "Till close upon my breast, night's noon. 205
  • "Out of the chalice of the east, "Dark clouds began to rise, "Mass upon mass, and broad and "Red currents crossed the skies; "And a moaning sound grew up "Like music in the "It circled round and round the dead, "And "I by nestled knew it there; down from heaven's star slid was afar, air; "And wailed and murmured "A fast, roof, his head; his spirit, come "With me to watch the Dead. "And by its light, "Two shadows "One —oh, sad, sad sight! I could see; sate on either side, both gazed "By turns on "A^oft light him and me. from their snowy hair "Fell on his dead, pale face; "They were his "Come from "To watch "The mother and his sire, their heavenly place, their dead, dead, last of all their race. 206 mangled son,
  • — "Ah, God! those eyes did search my soul, "So calm and sad they were; "They were a conscience unto me, "And yet I could not stir. "The dark clouds folded over the moon, "Like a wild rushing "The river, lightning in the stormy east "From bank to bank did quiver. "Peal upon peal the thunder spoke, "My soul "Me from it did rejoice; that death in life it woke, "Like an old schoolmate's voice. "That star still shone, in light or gloom, "Like light in a dead man's eye; "Those white-haired shadows never "But "Again "And still I had the power to move, I "Between "A sat calmly by. turned away mine eye; me and troop the clouds I come hurrying by. 207 saw stirred,
  • "With eager course they, man and horse, "Like the wind of a tempest pressed; "The Ughtning ghttered through "As it their shapes, ghtters through the mist. "This shadowy army of the dead, "Rushed by me Uke the wind, "Before, the thunder-hounds did bay, "And a tempest howled behind. "And, as they swept by me, "Each wan and ghastly I knew face; "Oh, God! how changed, since I and they "Began that awful chase! "The corse's spirit-star was quenched, "As they came hurtling "And he uprose "And "My as if past, alive, before the troop fled fast. hound sprang forward on the track "Of the dead, bay after bay, "My horse, too, joined the spectral host, "And madly dashed away. 208
  • "All night the fierce storm roared around, "And "But the thunder's constant still roll; the gray-haired shadows' voice, "Was heard above the tempest's noise, "Like moans within the soul. "And every year, this very night, "That chase is held again: "Again the skeleton flits fast "Before that phantom-train. "And every year, the very "When we began day the chase, "No matter where my weary "Has found a heart resting-place; "No matter where I dwell, "And hound come back my to horse me; "I can not choose but mount, and thus "The "And horrid hunt have we. here, yea, even here, the chase "Fails never to be stopped; "And here, this day, these mouldering bones, "Moss-grown and green, have dropped. 209
  • ! *I am —— a wretched lonely man, "No no home, no God; friend, "Who many "My a year, through weary way have "Alas! I would that "My head "The white I many a clime, trod, could lay beneath the sod hair of those parents lies "Like a shadow on my soul; "In dreams his sightless eyeballs burn "My worn heart "I pray to like a coal. Heaven by night and day, "My tears flow like the rain; "And yet my useless cries procure "No "I peace: dream that "No "My bird young pray I I was once a more blithe it is help thee, "But in the "Repentance "Thy and gay, live-long day: a maimed bird, "That mourns "God child, heart, like a honey-bee, "That hums the "But now in vain. its life away." man! Thy crmas eye of Heaven, may atone for all, great sin be forgiven. 210 great,
  • — "So we must dig a grave, and lay "These mouldering bones may "Perhaps they there "The great rest, until assize begin. "And we must pray "And therein, to God on high his beloved Son, "To shed their gentle, genial rain "Of love thy heart upon. "So shall thy great sin be atoned, "The murdered "And like the "Thou so forgive; dead shalt arise With sword and man and touched by Christ, live," battle-axe, the twain Full earnestly did work, While round them from the eastern caves Night gathered, thick and mirk. The moon Opened The arose, the gentle stars their lustrous eyes; spirit-star sate near the dead. The shadows came likewise. 211
  • Before the moon fared overhead, The grave was hollowed And earnestly they cried to Heaven, To pardon and The deep, whose soul And its to keep sin had been so great, remorse so deep. The Hermit kneeled by the skeleton. His thick tears wet the bones. Like echoes from his inmost soul. He uttered earnest moans. His tears And it on the fell spirit-star, blazed like a shaft of While music stole from the shadows' Like the murmuring of a They laid the They fire; lips lyre. bones within the grave. piled the sods thereon And many a After this The white fervent prayer they prayed. toil was done. star circled thrice around The sodded grave above, And the Hermit From For the felt a load of his anguished heart light of the woe remove; shadows' glittering hair 212
  • Sank into his soul and nestled there, Like a dream of gentle love. The moon that stood right overhead, Was quenched as 'twere a lamp, And a cold wind broke, and flitted Its dark wings chill by. and damp. Afar upon the east rang out, A wild, fierce, startling And through bay. the misty fields of foam, Careered the wild array. Till, near the grave, like a rushing wave. The And spectral circling round, Bays The huntsmen halt, each shadowy hound loudly, as at fault. star, arising from the grave. Slowly toward Heaven soared. And from Upon it a great snowy light the Hermit poured. Faint music from the pale, sad Of the gray-haired shadows And filled And the mute, delighted lips stole. air. soothed the Hermit's soul. 213
  • Shrill cries As And if were heard, the was stirred, wings rustled there, the spectral huntsmen melted, like Thin shadows, into Then through the air. lonely desert rung The ^olian harps And air of Heaven Angel-voices sweetly sung, "The guilty is forgiven; "Calm, calm thy troubled soul "Thy to peace! chains of woe are riven." 214
  • A LAMENT FOR DIXIE. Southrons, conquered, subjugated, Mourn your country Mourn for hapless, hopeless Dixie! Homes once happy, Church and Mourn devastated! desolated, altar desecrated; for fallen, ruined Dixie! Lament the Alas! On fall of Dixie! Alas! Dixie's land we'll sadly stand. And live or die for Dixie, Endure! All ills endure for Dixie! Endure! All ills Endure! Endure! endure for Dixie! Mourn your dead whose bones Courage to the Wail, but Mourn your lie bleaching. living teaching; still be proud for Dixie! Southland, crushed and trampled, Bearing sorrows unexampled; Wail, but still be proud for Dixie! Lament, etc. 215
  • Prey despoiled and victim bleeding, Not man to for mercy pleading, Unto God alone cries Dixie: Cross of anguish bravely bearing, Crown of thorns submissive wearing. Patient and resigned Lament, All our States Each Dixie. etc. fainting, dying, to each with sobs replying. Each By By lie is still loving, honoring Dixie: the accurst scourge lacerated, her freed slaves ruled and hated, She is still oui' own dear Lament, Dixie. etc. Dear to us our conquered banners. Greeted once with loud hosannas; Dear the tattered Dear the field of flag of Dixie: Honor Where, defeated or victorious. Sleep the immortal Lament, glorious. Dead etc. 216 of Dixie.
  • — ! Conquered, we are not degraded, Southern laurels have not faded; Mourn, but not Deck your Heroes' Till gi-aves with gai'lands. the echo comes from far lands, "Honor to the dead Lament, All shame, for Dixie! in of Dixie!" etc. not yet lost unto us, is Baseness only can undo us; Mourn, —you cannot blush, —for Dixie! Kneeling at your country's altar. Swear your children not to falter, Till the right shall rule in Dixie. Lament, If etc. her fate be sealed, we'll share By our shroudless dead we swear Ours the By it; life or death of Dixie her Past's all-glorious story, B3 her loyal Martyrs' We will live or die Lament, glory. with Dixie! etc. 217 it;
  • — Night Shall there to our Be no glad or bright of . Sorrow To-morrow? Is hope, even, lost to Dixie? Every dark night hath Long, though, oft, its morning, delayed its dawning: Wait! be patient! pray for Dixie! Hope for dawn Endure! Endure! On for Dixie! Dixie's land we'll fearless stand. And hope and pray Endure! All ills ills Endure! endure for Dixie! Endure! All for Dixie Endure! endure for Dixie! 1868. 218
  • : — JUBILATE. Now God our night of terror endeth, Rose his Giving Arms no of life Dawn now and sendeth, light to Dixie longer Fraud sustaining, Knaves and thieves no longer Hope is reigning, once more born for Dixie. Life has come to Dixie; She's free! free!! free!!! On Dixie's land No we now may stand, longer tortured Dixie: She's free! free!! free!!! Our own, dear, wasted Dixie: She's free! free!! free!!! For God is good to Dixie. 1877. 219
  • REFLECTIONS. The stars shine sweetly in the skies, Where, Even hoiirs ago, they gently stole, as a lady's lovely eyes Look in upon her The murmur of the lover's soul: mighty river. Rolls on, a melancholy tune; Over the eastern mountains quiver The first rays of the wasted moon; For daylight cometh, ah, too soon. To end a In the pleasant night that ought to last forever. dim starlight, all around. Sleeps each deserted, lonely street. Save when, at Some High up intervals, resound watcher's melancholy feet. in heaven one lovely star Pours in upon my soul its light; As, nested from the world afar, A dove, with eyes clear, fond, and bright. Gazes, with earnest, Upon its young, that mute delight. all its life 220 and treasure are.
  • It seems as So if the stars could hear, soft, so still, so Each calm footfall, that, distinct Rings through the The it is. and clear. city's passages. wild excitement of the day, Calmed by this sweet night's gentle power, Like a strange dream has passed away, And now The heart expands, Fed by the light The snows of The boyish as does a flower, and dew Time fall The fountains that With ^ at this late, silent hour, heart, of a soft morn in May. cold well upon up within and mock the sun their bright, bubbling, merry din. There comes no joyous summer-rain, That can unlock these frozen springs; Nor can the southern breeze again Release them with The Through icy its sunny wings: mass that round them life's clings. long winter grows, and growing doth remain. 221
  • Now the thick stars grow pale, and fade Before the moon's unclouded brow, Whose light, encroaching on gray shade, Sleeps like a drift of mountain-snow. How trivial And now appear the fret fever of this busy life! The cares and troubles that beset, The madness Wherewith That even But tree I, of this party-strife. all hearts are now so rife. who blame, feel the wild fever yet. and leaf and bud and flower Speak with a language eloquent; And soothed by them and this sweet hour, I feel How how vainly life is spent; wretched and degrading This toil for power and all office is. In which one needs must crouch and crawl If he expect or hope success; The unwashed And feet of thousands kiss. grovelling before strange idols prostrate 222 fall.
  • ! How little — — do mankind commune With Nature, or the truths regard, Whereof, at all times, night or noon, Her student reaps a We scarcely Whose Nor reward rich glance at that great book, bright leaves ever open therein for instruction look, With calm and philosophic Alas that ! As if we should mankind no more Out on this of live eye. and die aught divine partook. wretched party -war! Where the And lie; best weapons, trick, chicane. perjury and cunning are,— Its picked troops, scoundrelism's train, Where baser men outweigh the best. Lies always over truth prevail, Wisdom by numbers Knavery is oppressed, at Virtue dares to Slanders the brightest name rail, assail; Victory in such a war humbles the victor's crest. 223
  • —— — Henceforth, myself To Thy pages, dedicate Let other service. Thy Nature! me fair teachings will I heed. from flower and bloom, leaf, From every read —though so late voice of reprimand From bud and Thy I created thing. my soul illume. So long in darkness slumbering; That when to Autumn succeeds, Life's bright it may not sunny Spring, all my hopes entomb. My children, with their innocent looks, My home, with modest, humble cheer, My old, familiar, friendly books. Companions What want To cheer I faithful more, and if I me on my am quiet Honor and fame no more I sincere? wise. way? prize, Let those that harvest reap who may. But lo! And now, Dawn heralds blushing Day, contentedly, I close my weary eyes. 1844. 224
  • ! RE-UNION. Let us drink, together, fellows, as we did in days of yore, And still enjoy the golden hours that Fortune has in store. The absent friends remembered And Love immortal Fill consecrate the every goblet to the brim! With kindly recollections, Come round me, Life's be, in all that's — and let all memory sung or said. of the dead. every heart be filled bitter ones be stilled! dear old fellows, and in chorus as we sing, Autumn days shall be as glad as were its days of Spring. Drink, Brothers, to the absent who are living, While each familiar name and face we lovingly The generous and brave and good! and The first of all, recall kind, and frank, true. Who knew not how false word to speak or what was base to do. We see the faces of the Dead And ; they hover in the air, looking on us lovingly, our mirth they seem to share; dearly loved! though ye have gone to other stars or spheres. We still have for you thoughts of love and consecrated tears. 225
  • Pour a libation rich with love upon the graves that hold The ashes of the gallant hearts that long And swear that never party feuds or and enemies civil ago grew cold; war shall break and comrades make. Our bonds of love, The Dead are with us always, friends! let us their teachings of friends heed! "Forgive thy brother, if he err!" they eloquently plead: "Let bygones be bygones!" they cry; "let the old love revive! "And on the altars of your hearts keep Friendship's fire alive." It is better far to love than hate, for Nations as for men; Let us hope the good old humour soon will bless the land again: But if the politicians still would wrangle, Their quarrels shall not break the ties scold, that we and fight, re-knit to- night. Our Autumn days of life Beyond the dark, deep To the have come, the river, hark! frosts begin to fall, we hear Dead and Living whom each old comrades call. loves, let each his goblet fill; And the memory of the dead shall make the living dearer still. Washington, January, 1869. 226
  • NIGHT. A REVERIE. I can not sleep for ; many Through the dark caverns PeopUng Of No all its that I sleep for have its The left me; and or lost: there I will is walk awhile. the slumbering earth; the deep clear stream by my the feet; still age of gold, long vanished. Afflicts night's ear world dreams around All no passing sound. listening ear detects Save the wild wolf's And come, and the thick stars brightly smile Glides noiseless Of of the brain has desert with bright images 'Tis midnight, Upon home a dream of cry, that among far hills, with long, low, mournful the hoarse owl, that thrills; now and then booms out His harsh, unearthly melancholy shout. And then is silent; while at intervals. The watch-dog moans, and Into deep slumber. Still The broad and heavy The white foam Above its stirs, and once more as infant death. forest sleeps beneath of the Galaxy, green waves, with Patiently shining from its which lies myriad eyes, its silver drifts. No wind his wild and mournful voice uplifts, Among the tree-tops; everything lies still. 227 falls
  • Now is Itself the hour for thought; the mind can fill with voices at this solemn hour. The thoughts so dormant under daylight's power, Like wingless bees, swarming about the heart. With wild, uncertain, troubled melody, Are shaped by midnight's calm, To forms that, resistless art, coming from the shadowy sea Of memory, people the quivering The echoes of the past roll With palpable and strange And shake its strings, Of an ^olian harp, The keen soul. through the heart, reality, as the wind shakes the chords till from its roll vibrations of intensest thought. The soul now wanders back And flits through every well-remembered spot, Where And I was used peers in A thousand to old in olden times to many home, roam; a much-loved face, that not years could from Wanders beneath its old trees, my heart by erase: rustic wells, And quaint old houses hidden in low And ancient orchards of old mossy trees. And wheat-fields And rude in the summer Under great lilied pond that idly trees; so that, for dreams some small leave this wild uncultivated place. And am breeze. old bridges, spanning clear blue streams, And many a I waving dells, again, oh, blessed word! a boy: 228 space,
  • The golden wings Wave me over of peace, contentment, joy, and soothe the again, Hushing the passions Night Thou ! I soul, can not control. art lovely When down from heaven and magnificent. thou silently hast leant, Soothing earth, sea, and sky to gentle sleep, While summer-clouds and stars their watches keep. Night! I I many have watched thee a weary hour; have stood high on earthquake-rifted tower Of granite mountain, And in eternal there have worshipped thee, and bended low Then thy Before thy presence. And glittering, as the bright Then sometime thou On snow. didst stars were cold and heartless world. hang thy silver lamp the sky's wall; and like white flags unfurled. Around the blue heaven's star-tented camp, The clouds shook Thou fed'st To plains, thy every guise, mine eyes upon the rugged ground, Queen as thus ! Holding with thee To speak in caress has often soothed quiet sleep And now, Over unbounded Indian's broad and dry domains, have beheld thee Where thy the wind, and with soft light thy lamp. The wolf -heart I in I pace around. this converse, thou dost seem to me, like voices in a dream. 229
  • : : Is it the tree-tops moaning their low dirge? The sweet, soft Among murmuring spirit And thus The stars are mine; findeth words it Then they and when weary earth and lift up I rise skies, their lids of blue, gladly gleam heaven's black robes through. Their radiant eyes, that were quenched By the tjrant sun, at Are Until at the The woods That day coming gray glee again. my dark tides are mine, when they wane. sleep so their hearts, deep, dark, stirred, The sea its is and sing mine, still, their awful when the and dim, hymn. thick stars lie calm breast and wink at the sky; Or tempest And dawn all their pulses hardly throb or thrill And when On my and sparkle with lighted, Are it is whispering to the charmed trees. bless the And Oh, no: their tremulous leaves? Thy To of the air-sea's surge frets it into waves. shakes the dead in their deep-sea graves. 230
  • The mountains That —each snowy cone a prayer toward God's high throne; lifts like And every are mine, cavern, dark and mirk As those where the murderer does The mountains I wrap From my are mine, his work. —around their peaks wings while the lightning leaks the gaping rifts of the thunder-rack, And the starry snow has become jet-black. The plains are mine, As a sleep as still child that just has gained his will; When And when they I lift to the gale the winds behind The earth is mine, for my broad, black sail, my storm-ship wail. my foe, the sun, Continually circling her, runs on: For many a long and weary age, The sun and And I When When And am I our conflict wage: to overtake him yet. the earth will see his last long set: he will be quenched upon her brink. she will back to chaos sink. 231
  • — Then will I reign for When It the stars are has been once, — ever and ever, all it — sunk in heaven's river; be again, shall For time even now begins to wane. I am a portion of chaos, left For long years over the earth to At times Then to be full of peace But my There Which While and calm; alive with the lightning The earth be my and thunder-psalm. slave again. victory will be will I will drift; all in vain; be a brighter and better sphere, can never come anear. I shall Her myriad hold Creation's souls, I know shell. full well. Out of her cold, And float like stars And while over chaos and ruin deep heart up will rise. to unseen skies. In the purple glooms of I brood, my solitude, In heaven will God's great loving eye Be the sun of a day that will never die. 1833. 232
  • AN INVITATION. Come out and sit with me, dear wife, beneath these branch- ing trees, And let It is a sweet, And their little hearts are beating fast, longing to our Uttle children come, and clamber on our knees! soft, The shadows here pleasant morn, the loveliest in May, be at play. are thick and cool, the south wind stirs the leaves. The martin The sings a crisp grass merry note upon the ivied eaves; wears a richer green, from yesterday's soft showers, And is jewelled over thickly with the rarest of your flowers. The odors And of the jasmine and the roses the bees, refreshed fill by Night's sweet the rest, air, again begin to bear Rich freightage to their palaces under the locust Rejoicing in the influence of this sweet The humming-birds trees. summer breeze. are busy through the flower-encum- bered vines. Where the golden honeysuckle, from our own green woods, entwines With its paler foreign sisters, 'mid whose dark-green, glossy leaves The flowers profusely clustered there entice the tiny thieves. 233
  • Where the woodbine flauntingly displays coral crimson its blooms, our native yellow jasmine pours abroad And its rich per- fumes; Where the climbing roses cluster, painted rich with every hue, And stem, and leaf, flower, are glittering with and bud, and dew. A hundred snowy doves upon the grass have Like a drift of stainless snow upon a green They wait Who, to be, as usual, idle ones, are The mocking-bird, For yesterday I Now little down, sunny crown; children fed, playing here, under the trees, instead. many for a week so busy, saw him give the His eyes shine brightly and by our hill's settled now last now can rest, touch to his nest; with joy, his songs rings loud shrill; here, now there, in mad delight, he's not a moment still. Behold just overhead, ! You can see above Ah, happy bird! its his mate is sitting on the nest, edges, the gray feathers of her breast, —but we, dear wife, are happier For OUR young carol round us now, The sun's first rays are shooting But here, among these in childhood's up above circled trees, 234 than she; merry glee. the eastern woods; no prying light intrudes:
  • — ! Five sturdy oaks are ranged around; five children round us throng. And after each we'll name a tree, that shall to each belong. manly boy, This tallest one for Hamilton, our little Whose dark and thoughtful eyes now so This, Walter's, whose are radiant with joy; merry bright, dancing ones with mischief shine. But still, affectionate This, for our silent Who sits and kind, are images of thine. the quiet Isadore, little girl, demurely working at her doll's new pinafore; This, for our blue-eyed Lilian, the merriest of This smallest, for the babe, that by his father's Life's spring has passed from us, dear wife; its all; name we call. summer glides away, And melancholy autumn We may linger on till But these young oaks and We comes, robed in winter; we may will live its vesture gray; die before we are old; and thrive when we are dead cold. have been very happy, dear, for more than ten long years: How short, as we look backward, that long space appears 235 of time
  • — — And if these dear ones all are spared, around our hearts to cling, The autumn For of our life will many a pleasant year, be as happy as its spring. may live, perhaps, to bless us, they Kind solace May help us totter out beneath these interlocking trees, and assistance to our Enjoying, as We will life feeble age to give; fades away, the pleasant morning breeze. make them virtuous, honest, true, kind, generous; and when They are grown to lovely women, and true-hearted, gallant men. Then, having done our duty, we, without a tear or With And cheerful resignation after we may be well content to are dead and gone, and buried They, with their children gathered round, die. many a may sigh. year. sit as we do here; New flowers will bloom around them then, though these, like us, will fade; them with their they think of us, dear wife, with love and grief But the green oaks we planted still will bless shade. Then will sincere, And sadly on our memory bestow a Let this our consolation be, while In our sweet children's virtues 236 we silent tear; life shall swiftly shall live wane, and love again.
  • : MORNING. A Lament I. The dew And And steeps the heart of the flower, the green bending rays of the grass, there, in an unseen shower, The mist and sweet odors mass: The sensitive plant of the bosom, Is quivering, shrinking, No dews feed its and pale; withering blossom. Winds through its parched leaves wail. II. The Is And fast stream that runs from the mountain. wreathing its With grass on, and sweet flowers is kissed of the heart's crimson river uncrowned with The weeds on And white brow with mist; edge, like the brim of a fountain, The waves Flow its its light; dark banks shiver. shrink from the roar of 237 its flight.
  • ; : III. The sunshine And is cradled in leaves, rocked by the unseen While the sea of air, emerald heaves, With a slumberous motion No there: cheerful sunshine sleeps In the dark caves of the soul, But the sad heart ever weeps For a grief beyond control. IV. Morn's purple and crimson Upon And The the mountain pours still The torrent, amid that current, sunlight rains fire of its showers passion blazes, Less hotly than of old; And sorrow, like sea-mist, chases The morning's purple and 238 gold.
  • V. The eagle sits on his eyrie, A On golden haze round him clings, a pyramid lone and dreary He The fans the snow with his wings: eagle Ambition remaineth, Fanning the icy heart; His keen eye never waneth, Till the soul and its frail house part. VI. The thrush on his nest is brooding, His wings slowly winnow the And a sea of music The No flooding great green forest there: cheerful song is Through the sad Nor is air, ringing heart's solitude; birds of joy soft-singing. Among its ruins brood. 239
  • VII. The Is To influence of the morning sweet after the recent rain; the heart it is That night will only a warning, come again: The heart was once Till all glory- boyhood faded away; Its course is now the story Of an evanescent day. VIII. The spirit of On morning burneth his altar orient; But the glooms that the sea At night The will inurneth, be unpent: spirit of life is fainting, Pressed by the glooms of death; Like moonlight on a painting, Life merely lingereth. 240
  • — IX. A shadow on the is soul, Like a shadow on the sea; Though the songs of glory roll With a grave sublimity: Like a current of pale moonlight, In the light of a flickering lamp, A light like shadow, half dark, half bright, Is life in this earthly camp. X. Pale Death is bending over The worn and weary Ah, what a constant lover. Grim Emperor, thou The heart; soft, faint light of art! sorrow Shines on the wasted scroll; It will close, The arrow and the lamps go out to-morrow; is near its goal. 1835. 241
  • ; : MIDNIGHT. A Lament. I. The stars are Lid after massing in heaven, lid they unfold But the showers To The of light that are given the earth are frosty and cold light of each earthly star, Of Fortune, Honor and Fame, Is shining brightly afar, But cold to the heart is their flame. II. The moon sitteth on the mountain. Like a golden eagle By alit the brim of a foaming fountain. Where his wings with the spray are wet; The moonlight From of friendship has vanished, the crags that shadow from my heaven And wander sadly away. The stars 242 my way. are banished,
  • : III. The cold wind wails through the flower, Shaking And its leaves to the ground, the grass receives the shower With a melancholy souna The flowers of joy are shattered By sorrow's tyrannous air, And their crimson leaves are watered By the night-dew of despair. IV. The sphered Venus Upon a western And resteth cone. coldly she investeth With light her icy throne: The sphered light of Love Revolves within the heart. And its wasting fountains move With a con^'Ailsive start. 243
  • V. The shadows of the ridges Are massed upon the And there, plain, from withered sedges, The dying winds complain The heavy shades of anguish Are massed upon the And soul. there the death-notes languish. And through its desert roll. VI. The snowy Upon tents are sleeping the dusky prairie, Like white-winged eagles, keeping Watch over The shadows Are sitting The world And I their lonely eyrie: of the Past by is else my side; a vast, with them abide. 244
  • — — VII. Thin spheres of dew are raining, Unseen, in the moonUt And when the grass, air; night Bright crowns of frost is will waning, wear; Death-frosts are swiftly chilling The pulses of the heart; Slow, slow the harp Its is thrilling, harmonies depart. VIII. The clouds are slowly steering Their fleets Amid them To around the moon; she veering. vanish, ah! too soon! The moonlight Is flickering And is of existence and pale: darkly, in the distance. Death spreads his shadowy 245 sail.
  • IX. The soul is slowly moaning Her sad and stem lament; Decay The is fast dethroning passions Heaven lent: Death's steps are sadly echoing Its Far wasted cells within; in its deepest caves they ring, With melancholy din. X. The eagle, proudly soaring. Mourns not the fleeting night, When, on the mountains pouring. Awakes the red Why mourn this daylight: dream When happily 'tis And on its clouds of The light of of Life waning, strife Death is raining? 1835. 246
  • — THE FALL OF POLAND. She has sunken again into slavery's tomb, Like a thunderbolt quenching And deeply and darkly engraved "Her From existence is done! is the sea; her doom, Let her never he free!" the darkness that long eddied round her she rose, And A itself in flinging her grave-clothes of bondage aside, brave, bold defiance she hurled at her foes; And her shot-riddled flag flew once more in 'Twas the battle The last And every Any of RIGHT its pride. against Outrage and Wrong, noble struggle for life and free laws; heart to whose feelings belong generous impulses, prayed for her cause. As the clouds From of a tropical hurricane roll horizon to zenith, so swelled her array; As the broad fields of ice drifting So gathered her south from the pole, forces, all fierce for the fray. 247
  • For each manly heart in which beat the free blood Of a true Polack joyfully rushed to the ranks; Then forth to the frontier they rolled, like a flood That, swelled with great rains, overflows And Over And the old flag proudly waved in the lo! city and plain, as of yore was its all its banks. air, wont; the souls of her mighty departed were there. Like the shades of dead gods, marching on in the front. But the And fetters are clasped on her limbs once again, riveted strongly, and clenched there forever; Sad, sad, is her soul, sharp and bitter her pain. And dark the deep dungeons where light wandereth never. Oh, shame on you! shame on you, children of Gaul! You had But you And just become free, and you might have been great; suffered the noblest of nations to lie bleeding and maimed fall. at the merciless gate Of the grim Northern Wolf, whose white teeth, dripping red, Yet mangle the corpse of the stag he has slain. Shame! shame! a proud people were better be de?d. Than disgraced by ingratitude's ignoble stain. 248
  • ; When a word from your mouth, Uke the hghtning's swift flame, Would have And made As sent back the Wolf to his lair in the snow, the dull hater of his serfs, that smile When you Freedom as tame thanks in return for a blow. might have been hailed the true kings of the world. And your memory Had you ever regarded with love struck but one blow, but one cannon-shot hurled, The thunders of God would have helped from That then you should heed not Who above. their earnest appeal, under Napoleon fought by your Nor think that you saw, through Brave Poniatowski rejoicingly side. the glitter of steel. ride! Live on, then, and crouch to your Citizen King! This tale of your baseness shall often be sung; And its memory, a halo To be never thrown of off shame, round you cling. while the world has a tongue. 1832. 249
  • ! FRANCE. Wake! children of France! shall your tyrant forever Enslave and enchain you, and trample you down? Do you fear the sharp fetters that gall you to sever, And tear from the brow of the despot his crown? Up! children of France! Be once more the Your country Who If is Let the flag of the free And heeds not her call is Ye and the brave! both coward and knave. of the spirit that lighted souls of your fathers, exhibit sheathe not the sword Though blood you honor, chained; the Philistines are on her; you have but one spark The flag that till it now; your wrongs are all righted, to the reins of your horses should flow. fear not the throne, nor its base truckling minions; On, on to the contest with cuirass and lance Till your eagles again spread their conquering pinions. And peace and security reign over France. Let the pale monarchs quake! for their thrones shall be shaken! Let them league once again, as they leagued once before! Their fury and madness, when France shall awaken. Will be like the ocean-wave chafing the shore. 250
  • — Up! men of gay France! : —Your poor children upbraid you, Your gray-headed parents cry out on your shame; Up! up! and your Your tyrant ancestors' spirits will aid you, to humble, your taskmaker tame. Strike, children of France! strike for As ye and your Ye may fall, To beacon freedom and glory, fathers have stricken before; but your names shall be blazoned in story. the free through the hurricane's roar. Black Eagle of Russia! thy pride shall be lowered, When France and her armies are roused for the And Austria shall cower again, as she cowered When Up! arm The fray; the Corsican swept her great armies away. Your for the contest! foes are around you; foot of your king presses hard on your hearts; The Pigmies came, while you were sleeping, and bound you Strike once, ere occasion forever departs! One blow! but one blow! Your Or will children, —for your long years of anguish! your parents, your own honest fame! you through ages To be cowards of at heart. agony languish, Frenchmen only in name? 1829. 251
  • SHELLEY. Only a few short years ago, there sat A youth on one of old Rome's seven hills, Beneath a ruined temple, and upon A broken fragment of a marble column. Around the stern and silent ruins cast Their massive shadows, and a tangled maze Of trees, and flowers, and shrubs, was The face of the declivity. Was setting rich along The sun upon Rome; and through the clouds His glorious spirit revelled, lighting up Their fluctuating drifts with all his hues Of placid melancholy, and the deep Calm beauty of a soft Italian eve. Below him lay the Dome, And city: — ^beautiful! palace, spire, all radiant with the glow perfect beauty of that hour of peace. The time accorded with Abundant fountain Which the world of inspiration —that deep. impassioned thought. in vain He came from England With his soul, had striven to choke up. there, to feed his soul from those mighty ruins. And to escape the cold, offensive sneer And hatred of the world. Alas! he erred; His dark and dreary creed was one that awes All hearts that worship in our sacred faith. 252
  • Yet we should rather pity than condemn The blind of heart, even as the blind of eye. His pen, too bold, had warred with our belief: His name was written on the traveller's page On St. With Bernard; and his own hand, also, underneath, the sad word, "Atheos." But he was moral, generous, pure of heart, Gentle and kind as any innocent child; And he was The persecuted, and so world, that should To wean by kindest means have striven so fine a soul from Had hunted fled. its mad creed. him, and tortured his kind heart, With calumny and hatred, as Hunts those who contravene This was not all ; it its ever cherished faith. but poverty had worn, Like a cold iron, to his soul. Oh, world! Thou knowest not how many glorious sons Of Poetry thy hard, cold heart has To faint He sat With and languish, with a and mused, soothing soft, left living death! his constant pain sweet fancies, of the sunset born. His melancholy wove its lovely thoughts Into rich words, brilliantly beautiful. Colored like one of Titian's masterpieces, Or Guido's lovely Couched faces. in his soul, With imperceptible All his sorrows and only tinged tints. his verse His lovely songs 253
  • — Were paintings, —masses of Full of sweet feeling, own Like his He sang, But glowing words, and a singular power. sky-lark, Above the earth and rich, up at Heaven's all its meaner gate. things. and soared higher than mortal ken. at rare times a sudden thought would shoot, Like a sharp pang of bitter agony, Through his wronged heart, and dim the vivid fire Of lofty thoughts and noble aspirations. Then would he drop Attenuated, slight, ethereal, With the vibrations The fine, Became And His slender form. his pen. shook Then of his spirit. transparent, delicate, boyish face still paler and more spiritual; the clear eye, that did relieve that look Of boyishness, with its soft, brilliant light. Contracted with a sudden spasm of pain: That The eye, within soul itself, whose wondrous depths you saw —so tender, yet intense. So bright and keen, and yet so melancholy. But He this wrote again. How Its went by; and conquering Is it his sorrow, not very strange the strong soul can pour its golden thoughts, musical words and bright imaginings In the world's ear, when round Of many Is weary it lies the wreck hopes; when the poor, throbbing heart of its struggle, and would fain 254
  • — down and Lie sleep in that most peaceful couch, Where ghastly dreams come not, — the quiet grave? a sad, sweet pleasure to the heart It is To watch its But burns own decline. the brighter as It it wastes away. suffers more. Perhaps to him his poetry, indeed, Was Our We own sweet its reward. secret sorrow with As though we shared some dear old friend, do commune most intimately with Our inmost heart; and all our deeper thoughts. Which we could not have spoken, we can Not to display A man them write: to the world, but like who, sitting by his fireside, talks. Of a sharp winter night, with one who went To school with When him through many a drift of they were careless and contented boys. And he who terms No more this egotism, knows the nature of a Poet's soul Than do the stupid beasts that chew the cud. Not many moons had changed, when On snow, SHELLEY the calm sea that washes the fair shores Of sunny Leaving While Italy. his all Long hours he lay. boat to wander where the memories of his past it listed. life floated. Like memories of dreams, before his eyes. 255 sailed
  • — — The scene was changed. Clouds, wind, storm, Howled rain, and angrily along the startled sea; Blue lightning hissed upon the crested waves; Winds from the bending forests Lashed the mad waters. Still, He had on the shore through all the storm. the same calm, spiritual look. The same clear, bright, As when among the yet melancholy eye, ruins of old Rome. Perhaps there was a sick throb of the heart; A wish to win, before he died, more fame, And some But who small portion of earth's happiness. shall tell his Doubted the truth And shrank Perhaps he then thoughts? of his dark, cheerless creed, in horror from oblivion, Decomposition, death, annihilation. Perhaps! The — frail bark foundered, and the waves Quenched a great It is Of and left the world to mourn. enough to make the poet sick his high art, And light life, and scorn the clamorous world, and fame, that guerdon dearly won By broken hopes, sad days, and early death. When he remembers the short, bitter life. And sad end of poor SHELLEY. Fare thee Young star of poetry, now well. set forever! Yet, though eclipsed forever to this world, 256 fire.
  • : Still A thy light fills the earth's dull atmosphere, legacy inestimable. Man Hath done thee wrong, wrongirig himself the more, By cold neglect, and small appreciation Of thy divinest songs. When justice will The day be done thee. The bound Prometheus, will come Adonais, become great lamps will Lit on the edges of thick darkness, blazing Over broad lands and out on weltering seas. Like glorious suns that midnight change to noon Great beacons on the fringes Speaking the glories To of the future ages, far in the And flashing inspiration And all of the sea. hoary Past womb on that of Time, sea, the earnest souls that journey there. Then none of all the muse's younger sons Will rival thee, except that glorious one, Who burned thy corpse on But what is fame to thee? Italy's fair shores. Small recompense For persecution, obloquy, and wrong; For poverty and shattered hopes, and Embittered till it was no pain to life die! 1835. 257
  • ! HYMN. Awake! awake Hear Freedom Upon fly to her sons to calling arms; While treason's trumpet-tongue appalling Is madly sounding alarms. its Behold the traitors darkly scheming, While Anarchy awakes again, Within the darkness Red crime and perjury To arms! of whose brain are teeming. to arms! ye brave; The avenging sword unsheath! March on! On Is there march on! all hearts resolved victory or death a heart that now will falter? Live, base, ignoble heart, in chains! Live, with low demagogues to palter! Disgrace the free blood in your veins! Is there a man that strikes not for us, Within the shade of Freedom's throne? Pale traitor, recreant! fly, and moan In Slavery's iron realm of horrors! To arms, etc. 258
  • Traitors and lunatics are aiming To break the Union's golden chain; Secession's fires are fiercely flaming, And Freedom's heart racked with pain. is Her eye grows dim, her cheek And shall we tamely is and sit paling; smile, While Treason's feet our land And Anarchy is To defile, loudly railing? arms, etc. Shall even our children execrate us. That we have reared them to be slaves? Our fathers' mouldering bones upbraid Stirring in their deep, narrow graves? Our wives and mothers hate and spurn As basest To Free let of the base? liberty or death them we arms, us. No! no! go; bless, or corses To us, mourn etc. 259 us!
  • Oh, sainted And And sires! down upon us, aid us to defend the high won sacred heritage ye Freemen The look stars and we'll live, or us! freemen die. stripes are floating o'er us; Our fathers' spirits lead the front; We welcome the fierce battle's Treason and crime shall To arms, flee brunt: before us! etc. 260
  • ! : DISUNION. Ay, shout! Ye Tell 'Tis the And serfs the your pride, American name to deride. to rattle their fetters in mirth. for the league of the Free Ay, shout! And of despots and tyrants of earth your Is day about to be shivered to dust, the rent limbs to from the vigorous fall Wherein Liberty put her firm Shout! shout! for tree. trust. more firmly established will Your thrones and dominions beyond the blue Laugh on! for such folly supreme The world had yet never beheld; And ages to A tale come will the history by antiquity deem swelled For nothing that Time has upbuilt And set in the annals of crime. So stupid and senseless, so wretched in guilt, Darkens sober tradition or rhyme. It^will be, like A byword of the fable of Eblis' fall, mocking and horror to 261 all. be sea.
  • Ye mad, who would From And a name raze out your the League of the Proud and the Free, pitiful, separate sovereignty claim, Like a lone wave flung from off the sea; Oh, pause ere you plunge into the chasm, That yawns in your traitorous way! Ere Freedom, convulsed with one terrible spasm, Desert you forever and aye! Pause! think! ere the earthquake astonish your soul, And the thunders of war through your green valleys Good God what a ! title, roll! what name Will History give to your crime In the deepest abyss of dishonor and shame. Ye will writhe till the last hour of time; As braggarts who forged Pulled And down what their own chains. their brave fathers built. tainted the blood in their children's young veins With the poison And Freedom's For your folly of slavery and guilt: bright heart be hereafter, tenfold. and fall more discouraged and What flag shall float over the fires And the smoke of your patricide cold. war. Instead of the stars and broad stripes of your sires? A lone, pale, dim, flickering star, 262
  • With a thunder-cloud As faints it away veiling its glow into the sea: Will the Eagle's wing shelter and shield you? His wing shelters only the Miscall You it, disguise it, Turn, turn then! The And leaders still. Cast down in your might helm; proud ship from the gulf which dark night — From your mountains and glens. From your swamps, from forest and the rivers and sea; precipice, cavern Where your brave From will, treason and fear overwhelm! Turn back! From you by your mad pilots that sit at the Steer, steer your free. boast, rant as are traitors, misled Ah, no! and den. fathers bled to be free, the graves where those glorious patriots lie, Re-echoes the warning, "Turn back, or ye die!" 1834. 263
  • STANZAS TO ANN. The And And silence, life me speak to thee again; many a day unbroken^ cease, although approaches to And hath woken, bids Must As my soul spirit in it cease in vain. its goal, other passions seem to die, The thoughts Decay of thee that haunt the soul. not, sleep not, death defy. Love's busy wings delight to fan A heart that hath been worn to ashes. And, aided by thy Beneath spirit, Ann, his eye that heart Oh! why doth Love build up A still flashes. his nest ruined palace aye within. Hiding within the poet's breast Why seeks He hath no The Rob he not a home more green? alcyon power, to still passions of the trampled heart, of its pain the torture-thrill. Bid sorrow, want, and pain depart: Oh no! he adds a fiercer pang To every wo which Sharpens the scorpion's rankles there, fiery fang. Adds wildness unto 264 terror's glare.
  • — — Yet still, I No love thee, matter what or where The blow which love thee as my men As few have It loved, can love a rich, woman this perfect trance and is I but human. was poor; my love to thee; my wo endure. I And love for thee. one that love, for But thou wast be; love but once seemeth strange, Of I shall existence sever, Alone can end I and forever never spake I could all Nor ask thee, To wed with me! Ann, to wed with me. — it were to wed With Poverty, and Want, and Wo: Rather than And this, still For thee, as Thy I I I fled, a lonely outcast go. But day by day And when from thee my all love hath things else decline; seem the most spirit doth grown alone, commune with mine. have no portion with the world, Nor hath the world a part with me; But the lone wave, now shoreward hurled. Will turn, yea, dying, turn to thee. 265
  • I make I To to thee, thy love, no claim; ask thee but, when I shall die. lay the world-forgotten Within thy heart, and Think that the love which To which The have felt, die within the depths of heaven. Thou — it is forever! hast heard the cords of Till I existence hath been given, Fare thee well Till o'er it sigh. as pure as stars that melt Has been And name life the serpent my dying words; shall sever, Wo, that exile heart, its strings girds have broken. Bruised and crushed and shattered Until this, to All my thee are spoken words — my dirge Arkansas Territory, April 20, 1833. 266 is writ. it;
  • — MY SISTER. And thou, too, dearest sister! thou art dead! The pitiless archer once again has sped At our small an unerring dart. circle me Thus, one by one, alas from ! The images I that, in fond first fierce The first stored, For I stroke the trembling heart that crushed, wild feelings through the brain that rushed. Are gone, and I memory count, as jealous misers count their hoard. The I, depart grief has now become more have wept, as though who had thought my I were a mild, child, heart contained no tear. have returned from deserts wide and drear, Prairie and snow and mountain eminent, To hear To feel One that it has been thy lot to the snapping of another of the few that bound For thou, whose lovely Its radiant wings, me die, tie, to the world. now has spirit and folded furled close therein . Sleeps soundly in the grave, until the din Of the archangel's mighty trump The silence of all sepulchres, All souls shall break and wake upon the resurrection morning; Didst ever love and trust in me, and 267 —thou now
  • Thy memory indeed is very dear; My grief for thee most bitter and sincere. loss! ah, great Ah, heavy How sharp When I the blow that fate hath struck at me! rivers; pitilessly; when my head Has made the ground, the Then my feet when bled and frozen, and the storms have beat Upon me I mountains, eternal snows break out clear fountains, That grow to mighty And of the great have climbed the slopes Where from Have calamity! rock, the snow its bed. have watched the cold stars stare above: my great solace was my sister's love. When I have felt most sad and most alone, When I have walked through multitudes and known No one that I could greet for olden time; Or in those spacious solitudes sublime That flank the Cordilleras; when, among my ears Their crags the war-whoop in has rung: When I have fancied I was quite forgot By ancient friends, my name remembered not. My features even forgotten, as the dead When once they slumber in their narrow bed Pass from men's memories in a day or two: Then has my wearied The and darkness; and mist, soul flown in 268 homeward, through most intense
  • — And passionate sorrow, thy proud confidence, Thy love and faith my And weaned me from Ah! sister dear! I myself and from have But yet thou hast not comforters have been. lost thee! left me Perhaps before death closes my spleen. thou art gone! quite alone. my worn eyes, may again look on New England skies. Weep at the graves, that like a miser's hoard. I Hold And all if, my wealth, the loved and the adored; perchance, some one or two are left, World-wanderers, by tjrrannous Fate bereft Of all that makes us loth with Mother or sister, life to part, —take them to my heart, Shield them, protect them, so that when Some one above may the truant's grave I die. sigh. 1833. 269