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Eric Lease Morgan Number of items in the collection; 'How big is my corpus?' ---------------------------------------------------------- 248 Average length of all items measured in words; "More or less, how big is each item?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 27795 Average readability score of all items (0 = difficult; 100 = easy) ------------------------------------------------------------------ 95 Top 50 statistically significant keywords; "What is my collection about?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 148 like 144 God 112 love 101 day 86 man 84 heart 59 life 56 old 52 thy 49 look 48 eye 45 Lord 44 long 44 little 42 good 37 death 32 Heaven 31 come 31 Thou 30 leave 24 illustration 23 night 23 light 23 John 22 hand 22 New 22 England 21 Shall 21 Mr. 20 wind 20 dream 19 soul 17 thee 17 King 15 time 15 stand 15 Sir 15 Love 14 song 14 Thy 13 Nature 12 year 12 sweet 12 poem 12 child 12 Mary 12 Christ 11 William 11 Henry 11 Father Top 50 lemmatized nouns; "What is discussed?" --------------------------------------------- 15954 man 14742 day 13189 heart 10679 eye 10511 life 8991 love 8657 night 8604 hand 7541 time 6911 year 6742 world 6715 soul 6460 thing 6387 way 6355 sea 6279 light 5528 wind 5513 face 5292 word 5283 child 5263 song 5214 sky 5028 death 4948 sun 4842 tree 4642 earth 4482 land 4465 flower 4351 foot 4315 star 4256 voice 4246 air 4139 head 4109 friend 4056 poet 3895 dream 3833 name 3726 hour 3606 thought 3604 place 3601 bird 3537 fire 3507 poem 3337 one 3328 water 3326 woman 3097 home 3090 lip 3084 joy 3057 boy Top 50 proper nouns; "What are the names of persons or places?" -------------------------------------------------------------- 48927 _ 7395 God 5483 thou 4305 o''er 2608 Thou 2510 heaven 2295 Lord 2163 John 2063 Thy 2015 New 1894 Mr. 1885 ye 1814 Love 1573 William 1520 Heaven 1406 King 1180 A 1170 England 1153 Old 1075 Song 1075 May 1047 Time 1017 Nature 999 Robert 994 Sir 994 Henry 939 hath 937 O''er 912 Mary 902 Life 887 York 886 Thomas 880 Tis 877 Christ 864 George 846 Father 828 Shall 817 Man 801 Ye 793 South 761 April 745 Spring 743 Earth 732 de 716 June 716 Charles 713 James 707 David 705 Boston 693 Christmas Top 50 personal pronouns nouns; "To whom are things referred?" ------------------------------------------------------------- 76643 i 44756 he 40639 it 34892 you 24533 we 24003 they 23532 me 18701 she 15957 him 10749 them 9035 us 7533 her 4221 thee 1777 himself 1301 mine 1164 myself 954 itself 908 one 807 ''em 760 themselves 492 herself 379 yourself 300 ourselves 291 yours 283 ours 255 ye 229 ''s 209 thyself 204 theirs 184 his 133 thy 117 hers 35 pelf 28 thou 28 em 27 hez 26 o 17 yourselves 15 o''er 14 yo 13 i''m 11 ha 9 uv 9 ay 8 yerself 8 sat 8 hisself 7 you''ll 7 yit 7 whee Top 50 lemmatized verbs; "What do things do?" --------------------------------------------- 164963 be 45451 have 18496 do 17405 come 16806 see 14064 say 13801 go 13134 know 12684 make 8566 hear 8169 give 7002 find 7000 take 6547 look 6499 think 6474 let 6160 tell 5814 love 5729 stand 5574 leave 5442 seem 5295 die 5194 grow 5160 fall 5080 bear 5061 lie 4377 live 4359 rise 4282 call 4235 pass 4125 bring 4119 sing 4064 hold 3958 feel 3918 turn 3901 keep 3653 speak 3292 sit 3030 write 2976 get 2908 lose 2848 meet 2823 break 2718 follow 2647 wait 2644 run 2614 seek 2587 shine 2501 fly 2486 fill Top 50 lemmatized adjectives and adverbs; "How are things described?" --------------------------------------------------------------------- 38049 not 18410 so 12791 then 11079 now 10946 more 10592 old 9089 still 9050 little 9030 long 8196 up 7883 here 7809 never 7503 good 7054 out 6761 down 6714 there 6386 great 6200 sweet 6039 away 6011 well 5837 only 5821 too 5691 again 5429 far 5118 last 4965 yet 4812 white 4626 own 4597 first 4392 ever 4386 other 4385 as 4310 high 4264 fair 4206 once 4181 such 4088 back 4069 dead 3977 deep 3859 many 3673 bright 3641 young 3621 just 3591 new 3314 full 3305 very 3261 alone 3201 wild 3121 dark 3082 much Top 50 lemmatized superlative adjectives; "How are things described to the extreme?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2052 good 757 most 745 least 332 great 298 bad 294 high 281 fair 243 early 207 late 172 j 166 fine 160 sweet 153 noble 147 dear 143 deep 131 bl 127 lovely 126 bright 119 brave 115 rich 111 Most 105 young 99 near 94 strong 89 happy 88 farth 87 l 82 pure 82 old 79 small 78 temp 74 wise 69 eld 67 light 66 true 65 slight 65 holy 64 soft 64 low 63 sad 61 proud 58 large 56 rare 54 simple 54 long 54 dark 53 topmost 52 mean 51 lofty 51 dr Top 50 lemmatized superlative adverbs; "How do things do to the extreme?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 2232 most 350 well 81 least 12 long 10 tempest 8 sayest 7 hard 6 waitest 6 lest 5 meanest 5 fairest 4 worst 4 tremblest 4 lookest 4 latest 4 infest 4 highest 4 gavest 4 brightest 3 soon 3 sittest 3 lowliest 3 jest 2 youngest 2 tost 2 speakest 2 remainest 2 noblest 2 near 2 minglest 2 lowest 2 livest 2 heedest 2 comest 1 zest 1 writhe 1 writ 1 wisest 1 wieldest 1 ways,-- 1 topmost 1 springest 1 ripest 1 rest 1 resemblest 1 persecutest 1 oldest 1 mem''ry 1 loudest 1 lit''rally Top 50 Internet domains; "What Webbed places are alluded to in this corpus?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 9 en.wikipedia.org 6 www.gutenberg.net 4 creativecommons.org 2 www.letrs.indiana.edu 2 www.gutenberg.org 2 kdl.kyvl.org 2 archive.org 1 www.pgdp.net 1 dp.rastko.net 1 books.google.com Top 50 URLs; "What is hyperlinked from this corpus?" ---------------------------------------------------- 4 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/4.0/legalcode 3 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steven_James_Bartlett 3 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Alexander_Bartlett 3 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Bartlett_%28American_poet%29 2 http://www.letrs.indiana.edu/web/w/wright2/ 1 http://www.pgdp.net 1 http://www.gutenberg.org/files/34762/34762-h/34762-h.htm 1 http://www.gutenberg.org/files/34762/34762-h.zip 1 http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/2/3/3/3/23332/23332-h/23332-h.htm 1 http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/2/3/3/3/23332/23332-h.zip 1 http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/2/3/1/1/23111/23111-h/23111-h.htm 1 http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/2/3/1/1/23111/23111-h.zip 1 http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/1/6/7/7/16776/16776-h/16776-h.htm 1 http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/1/6/7/7/16776/16776-h.zip 1 http://kdl.kyvl.org/cgi/t/text/text-idx?c=kyetexts;cc=kyetexts;view=toc;idno=b92-184-30604827 1 http://kdl.kyvl.org 1 http://dp.rastko.net 1 http://books.google.com 1 http://archive.org/details/ohenryanaseveno00presgoog 1 http://archive.org Top 50 email addresses; "Who are you gonna call?" ------------------------------------------------- 3 ccx074@pglaf.org Top 50 positive assertions; "What sentences are in the shape of noun-verb-noun?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 46 _ do n''t 37 days gone by 36 _ is _ 29 sun goes down 26 sun went down 25 world is full 23 god is good 20 god is love 20 love is not 19 eyes are dim 18 _ was _ 17 god is just 17 heart is so 17 skies are blue 16 heart was full 14 _ did _ 14 _ do _ 14 eyes were blue 13 things are not 12 _ are _ 12 _ is not 12 day is o''er 12 heart is high 12 light goes out 12 night is near 11 days are long 11 eyes are wet 11 heart is full 11 life is not 11 skies are clear 11 soul is still 11 years are many 10 eyes grew dim 10 eyes were dim 10 heart is heavy 10 heart is not 10 life is brief 10 man is dead 10 nights are long 10 sun was low 10 winds are still 10 words are not 9 eyes are blind 9 heart is still 9 hearts are light 9 life are not 9 life is past 9 life is too 9 life is worth 9 night comes on Top 50 negative assertions; "What sentences are in the shape of noun-verb-no|not-noun?" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4 heart is not here 3 children were no more 3 wind had no more 3 words are not idle 3 words did not as 3 years had no power 2 _ lies not there 2 child is not mine 2 days are no more 2 death are no more 2 death has no charms 2 death is no more 2 earth comes no reply 2 faces seen no more 2 god has no temple 2 god is not dead 2 heart is no uproar 2 life is no longer 2 life is not life 2 love be not weak 2 man sees no future,--a 2 night were not mere 2 soul is not thick 2 sun gives not directly 2 things are not so 2 time are not eternal 2 time comes no token 2 time has no sway 2 wind is not so 2 world is not conclusion 2 world were not so 1 _ am not yet 1 _ do not _ 1 _ does not altogether 1 _ had no claim 1 _ has no more 1 _ have no care 1 _ have no concern 1 _ have no such 1 _ have not abishai 1 _ is no longer 1 _ is no new 1 _ is no night 1 _ is not _ 1 _ is not always 1 _ is not doggerel 1 _ is not melodrama 1 _ is not necessarily 1 _ is not only 1 _ was not at Sizes of items; 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"In a narrative form, how can each item be abstracted?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 1020 The great, round sun, like the yolk of some mighty Of reds dyed purple and greens turned blues, The old man turned and looked at me. Of tumbling flame, with the old long sword, Came from beneath his old white hands, Red and gold like the brass notes of trumpets. I crave to be lost like a wind-blown flame. The old man saw it in the sun''s bright stare And the old man never thought of an oath, in his joy "Why, Sir," said the poor old man, And he walked away, while the old man looked The old man''s body heaved with slow, dry sobs. Max laid his hand upon the old man''s arm, At last Max spoke, "Dear Heart, this night is ours, "I will close his eyes," said the head gardener, two geraniums, purple because the light is silver-blue, to-night. Lay in his heart like some dead thing killed 1021 Came the cake-walk princes in their long red coats, And the gray sky opened like a new-rent veil It comes like lightning, goes past roaring. And all of the tunes, till the night comes down With hearts like the stars." With hearts like the stars." And night brings a new thing, His red heart burned to sing Eyes flashing forth the glory-light of love Some day this old Broadway shall climb to the skies, As a ribbon of cloud on a soul-wind shall rise. At dead of night it lights the traveller''s face! Knowing that love unchained has been our life''s great wine: The heavens are gray, and men turn wolves, lean with despair. Heaven will bloom like one great flower for you, Let me turn dust, like dead leaves in the Fall, Stars, like daisies, shall rise through the earth, Each night, and dream, and watch the stars 1035 The man Flammonde, from God knows where, All I have to say is what an old man said to me, And forty years ago it was old Archibald said that. Forty years ago it was I heard the old man say, Discovering a world with his man''s eyes, If he looked hard and had an eye for nature. Most likely, was the only man who knew him. For now, God save the mark, he''s growing old; There''ll be time yet for God knows what explosions Said he; "God lives, however, and why care? "God lives," he crooned aloud, "and I''m the man!" God knows what good it was to blind him, Now many a man, given woods like these, Not knowing quite the man he was. For let a man be calm too long, "God knows how far I might have gone God knows there are lives enough, 1040 On the Way, The False Gods; Peace on Earth; The Old King''s New Jester. Endures to live, and shall, till soon or late, Death, like a friend unseen, shall say to me Once I had said the ways of God were dark, Give men to know that even their days of earth Man''s little house of days will hold enough, God knows; and I can hear them in my dreams. Rides a white horse, I fancy we shall know it. God knows that I shall never put it out. I''m wondering if a man may always know "God knows if I be right or wrong in saying what I tell you, "Do you fancy me the one man who has waited and said nothing I knew him -as a man may know a tree -God knows if I have more than men forgive Mary," he said, after a long time. 10460 Come the summer days that I used to know, Now I''m standing to-day on the far edge of life, and I''m just looking And the sparks, like merry children, come a-dancing round my feet, There never comes a lonely day but that we miss the laughing ways An'' since man is God''s greatest work since life on earth began, And the joys which come to mortals in a thousand different ways. I want to come home to a round of joy How much we love life''s nobler things to all the world we tell." Living those dreadful hours of care waiting the time for him to come; An'' if such a thing could happen, we could share life''s joys an'' tears Men shall know I lived by the things I build. There will come a time some day It''s in the man you are each day, through happiness or care; 10490 _Prince Henry (drinking)._ It is like a draught of fire! _Prince Henry (sinking back)._ O thou voice within my breast! And thou wilt find in thy heart again _Prince Henry._ Just as thou hast been doing _Prince Henry._ Wouldst thou have done so, Elsie? _Elsie._ That for our dear Prince Henry''s sake _Prince Henry._ But this deed, is it good or evil? _Prince Henry._ Give me thy holy benediction. _Prince Henry._ O Elsie! _Prince Henry._ But come away; we have not time to look. PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE, _with their attendants, on Falls like a shadow on the life to come. _Prince Henry._ We must all die, and not the old alone; PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE _crossing, with attendants._ _Prince Henry._ Thou art St. Catherine, and invisible angels _Prince Henry._ Angel of God! _Prince Henry._ Would I had not come here PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE _standing on the terrace at 10596 Yes, like all sound art, college verse must, above all else, be honest. ''Till one day I met you, little Mabel, As true of heart as sweet of face, Is the girl I love,--and I pulled her hair A song to a maid with eyes like stars; Sweet dark eyes, upon me turning, Asked if my love she did not know, That I need to love me my long way through, And showed the honest little heart beneath the home-made gown. When first he came and sat beside the little girl in white. And hear that echoing old love-lay. I''ll love thy little stocks to hold, I''ll love thy little stocks to hold, Sing a song of old days, Sing a song of old days, And yet I love but one sweet face,-Like loving lips upon a cheek And all day long the light winds blow, If eyes that smile till the day''s completeness 10763 greeted with love-lighted eyes--he''s The Man Who Delivers the "Cannot come; washout on the line." "No need to stay away," said Reed''s shell, thinks of human life as growing in the same way. working its way toward perfection, and in the great scheme of things it Each day comes with a life that''s new, He has come the way of the fighting men, and fought by the rules of the Courage was theirs for a little time,--but what of the man who sees Let''s play it out--this little game called Life, We all like the good sport--the man who plays fair and courteously and "Life," you say, "''s an old curmudgeon; yes, a thing whose heart is Bless your heart, this world''s a good one, and will always help a man; Stand up to life and play the man-Life is another man to fight 109 I know the path that tells Thy way And let the face of God shine through. Had let us love,--and show the world the way! Just how a thing like that will look on paper! Set back the world a little turn or two! With all things save my thoughts and this one night, Like snow about me, and I longed for sleep. Yet one day with no song from dawn till night My minstrels shall attend thee all day long. And all thy days this word shall hold the same: Thou''st made the world too beautiful this year; Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Love has gone and left me and I don''t know what to do; She looked as if she liked the way Let the little birds sing; Let the little birds sing; 11059 "For thou art Nature''s chosen child, A Sylph shall win thy heart and hand, ''Tis _I_ thy joyous heart I ween, Thy soul through every pore look''d forth, That made thy heart, like HIS above, Then let thy gentle heart be mine, Where thou hast bless''d thy happy lot. Thy fancy, like a magick wand, Thy youthful heart to glad; Didst thou thy tranced vision raise (Like Nature''s self employ''d;) Your souls are, like your bodies, dead! Yet shall the World thy daring high pretence Like mountain watch-lights blinking to the wind; E''en such thou art, to mans mysterious soul! And mine, lovely maid, thou art now!" "Tis true," said the monster, "thou queen of my heart, Thy lovely _soul_ exploring: E''en far itself to love thy soul-ennobling art. Her words were like a sick man''s dream That light between like rays that beam I''ll press thy hand upon my heart-- 11558 Bright bosom-gems of a golden sea. Away sped the maskers like arrows of light And Fancy hath whispered in numbers light, Across thy breast like things of air, Like leaves and flowers, the group is gone. On wings of thought like shadows we flew, Its wave like a maiden''s bosom swelling? And fair forms glided on wings of light, In darkness it came, like a storm-sent bird, Where wild-flowers blushed ''mid silence and shade; The Frost Spirit went, like the lover light, As she flew on the tide, like a thing of life. Yet deep beneath, the wild flowers lone and light, Came o''er his spirit like a spell,--and bright, Along thy leaves, as whispering spirits breathe. Like far-off echoes to my dreaming ear, Like the light gull whose wing is stretched for flight. And send sweet dreams to light the sullen deep!'' Shall gather music from the wood and wave, 1165 1166 11986 know that there are American Negro poets--to supply this lack of course, she is not a _great_ American poet--and in her day there were Phillis, as we know, was a Negro slave girl born in Africa. Paul Laurence Dunbar stands out as the first poet from the Negro race in But the group of the new Negro poets, whose work makes up the bulk of this Holloway, more than any Negro poet writing in the dialect to-day, I''ll sing dis night twel broad day-light, To be a Negro in a day like this-To be a Negro in a day like this-To be a Negro in a day like this-To be a Negro in a day like this-"Merely a Negro"--in a day like this! Behold this maimed and broken thing; dear God, it was an humble black man But whisper--speak--call, great God, for Thy silence is white terror to 12093 When I began �The Song of the Stone Wall,� Dr. Edward Everett Hale he would like it; for he loved the old walls and the traditions that As I tried to image the men who had built the walls long ago, it The wall is builded of field-stones great and small, Wrought into these walls of rugged stone. Of the stern men who built the wall in early olden days. Valorous days when life was lusty and the land was new. I take the top stone of the wall in my hands And beheld the walls that are not built of stone, And beyond the radiant walls of living stones Are mingled in the spring song of the walls. Hark to the songs that go singing like the wind The walls sing the song of wild bird, the hoof-beat of deer, Sing, walls, in lightning words that shall cause the world to 12241 Parting is all we know of heaven, I wonder if it weighs like mine, I trudge the day away,-''T is something like a house; Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, We outgrow love like other things Barbs has it, like a bee. He touched me, so I live to know That life like this is endless, We like March, his shoes are purple, Not knowing when the dawn will come Or has it feathers like a bird, Like neighbor from another world It''s like the light, -It''s like the bee, -The day went out to play, Her eye unto the summer dew We cover thee, sweet face. That night should be to thee Which like the moon, some turbid night, We only know what time of year Was like the stillness in the air 12242 The little toil of love, I thought, Beware, lest this little brook of life And thread the dews all night, like pearls, And dream the days away, -Like flowers that heard the tale of dews, The wind does, working like a hand These are the days when birds come back, I think the hemlock likes to stand Look back on time with kindly eyes, I shall know why, when time is over, Storm, wind, the wild March sky, sunsets and dawns; the birds and A thought went up my mind to-day I many times thought peace had come, The day came slow, till five o''clock, Belles from some lost summer day, They looked like frightened beads, I thought; And I ''d like to look a little more Noons like these she rose, It''s like the bee, -It''s like the morning, -We only know what time of year 1229 12402 God speed the day,--''tis bound to come, Round thy grave kind friends are weeping, Dear Mollie, in thy early days, Flowers are springing round thy way, That half a score of sons, John, may like their father grow-Thy pale hands are folded, oh beautiful saint, And the dear little hands, like rose leaves With a heart responsive thy tones, sweet bird, And have mourned, like thee, of earth''s fairest things Glided on like the flow of thy beautiful stream, Joy be to thee thy natal day, Thy young life''s hand knows yet no stain Like love''s young dream, they passed away, He hath touched thee--thou hast left us in thy bloom! For thence, not far, thou too, like him shall give But all touch my heart with thy sweet spell, It worked like a charm; oh, joy of my life! On earth thy early years employ, The morrow shall be like to-day. 1246 And thinks its towers are like a dream. Each yellow light looked down like a golden eye. Blowing dark thoughts like fallen leaves . Talking, laughing, dreaming, turning our faces, Like hurdy-gurdy music they rise and fall, The sunlight touched his hand; his eyes moved slowly, Along dark veins, like lights the quick dreams run, Hearing swift music like an enchantment rise, And hear far music, like a sea in caverns, And one, with death in his eyes, comes walking slowly The moon stares down like a half-closed eye. She hears slow steps in the street--they chime like music; The trees are like dark lovers who dream in starlight, Moving like music, secret and rich and warm. Moving like music, secret and rich and warm. We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music, We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music, 1247 WEEDS THE LITTLE HILL Our loved Earth to ashes left; Little things God had forgotten As I loved that tall blue flower! Like a little frightened bird And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind And hot, and like dead mist the dry dust hangs-Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road Death devours all lovely things; I watched your love a little while, I know what my heart is like Save that, a little way away, Death comes in a day or two. Death comes in a day or two. And far away''s the little hill Some slightest tidings of the light of day they know no more, Of Love, and his young body asleep, but now is dust instead. Shall lie till age has withered them! I know the way you mean,--the little night, And here I come to look for you, my love, 12658 As thou, his soul as thine, long dead, That poet lived--yourself long dead--his mind Nay, titles, ''tis said in defense of our fair, God, lift thy hand and make us free Let Man salute the rising day Sought the great temple of the living God. The great man slowly moved away. ''Tis said they mean to take away I said: "I''ve seen an honest man "Young man," he said, "your words are wild: "God help you, gentle sir," I said. Saw the man in the room from across the way, God said: "Let there be Man," and from the clay "''Let there be Liberty!'' God said, and, lo! "I beg you to note," said a Man to a Goose, For there''s not a soul to love me and no living thing respects me, So I said: "If nothing human, and if neither man nor woman old man, just think of it! Good-bye, old man. 12696 The name that I shall venerate unto my dying day-Where the dear old homestead nestles like among the Hampshire hills Old times, old friends, John Smith, would make our hearts beat high "Come, on a tide of rapture let me float your soul away!" But with their love young hearts and old So come, my sweet collector friends, and listen while I sing Yes, on account of these things, ruin would come upon Peter! Where I shall find my little friends of forty years ago? "My heart shall have no love but this-''Tis not your king that shall ride to-night, The birds come with thee at thy call; But the sea shall sing no bridal song-Nevermore in the vine-covered grot shall I sing of the loved ones that All day long it hears the song For I shall sing the joys that spring The little thing was one year old-- 13184 And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace! Then went they forth to foreign lands like bent and broken men, 45 Thus to the young man spake Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth: 125 Made by a good man and true, Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth!" Came like a rising tide, that encounters the rush of a river, Fathers may talk to their sons of the good old times of John Alden!" "Old man, be it agreed as thou hast said. O Rustum, like thy might is this young man''s! Yet this thou hast said well, did Rustum stand Drops like a plummet;[34] Sohrab saw it come, Or else that the great Rustum would come down Have told thee false;--thou art not Rustum''s son. Come, let me lay my hand upon thy mane. But come: thou seest this great host of men 775 13310 Of scrannel-pipes, and heard it misnamed Art. To him the smiling soul of man shall listen, Thy little heart, that hath with love The sky-like spirit of God; a hope begun Yet sure, my love, thou art most like to May, Of man''s deep heart, till mighty thoughts grow fledged High souls, like those far stars that come in sight Like the idle wind, which yet man''s shaping mind And, like poor last year''s leaves, whirled thee and thine Ere He filled with loves, hopes, longings, this aspiring heart of man? Like the day breaking through, the long night of her tresses; Full-handed Eld shall hear recede the steps of Good Times Gone; Thought,--sure, I feel life stir within, each day with greater strength, The on''y thing like revellin'' thet ever come to me Thet renegader slaves like him air fit fer bein'' free? My world, thy heaven, all life means I shall know. 1365 thou canst drink, I should like to hunt hares with thee. Thou hast run thy noble head against the wall. I thank thee, Heaven, that thou hast heard my prayer, Wreaths of snow-white smoke, ascending, vanished, ghost-like, into air. As the old man gray and dove-like, with his great beard white and long. Like the new moon thy life appears; Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night, Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Unto the night, as it went its way, like a silent Carthusian. Art thou so near unto me, and yet thy voice does not reach me? Breathed like the evening wind, and whispered love to the maiden, The dim, dark sea, so like unto Death, Neither shall shame nor death come near thee! Wishing to strengthen thy hand in the labors of love thou art doing." I pray thee come and lay thy hands upon her, 14955 And life promised fair for many a long year. I have seen thee, my friend, when around thy bright hearth She was thy namesake, to her young friends most dear; Thy day is just passed, ''tis now evening with thee, Like a dream that''s soon ended, so life passes by. Lovely boy, with thy sweet smile, And when thy days on earth shall all be past, ''Tis comparing dark night with the fair light of day; Come and fill my heart with love; Or so hardened thy heart that thou can''st not relent? My times are in thy hand, my God, My times are in thy hand, my God, My times are in thy hand, I know. My times are in thy hand, I know. Thy love alone, my Saviour God, But in the morning of thy life, For had thy father loved thee less, And to God give thy heart''s true devotion. 15120 Two days before he left, he came to his manager''s office Walked out contented and smiling like a young boy. But when the manager asked him to play a number Thought that half a column a day was too little The Irish prize play had come back to Broadway. But no audience came to the play after the second week. Her madonna like face sheds radiance on the prospective box-office patron; I turn to my work of writing an advertisement about the prima donna''s voice. Our first-night expectance when the new season opens. That really mean so little in the life of the play. I don''t care if the manager''s name is as large as the play''s "Rather crude yet, my boy, but the way to write a play And over it all plays like sheet lightning Old men are tearful Until the day she came to town And every day I saw her dance. 15390 Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, 10 Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken, Lingered long in Evangeline''s heart, and filled it with gladness. Pleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pre. Pleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of Minas, Long at her father''s door Evangeline stood, with her right hand Cheered by the good man''s words, Evangeline labored and waited. Over Evangeline''s face at the words of Basil a shade passed. Long under Basil''s roof had he lived, like a god on Olympus, While Evangeline stood like one entranced, for within her Filled with the thoughts of love was Evangeline''s heart, but a secret, But on Evangeline''s heart fell his words as in winter the snow-flakes Evangeline meet her father and Gabriel in different ways? priest''s words like snow flakes to Evangeline? 15553 "My Life is Like the Summer Rose" _R.H. Wilde_ 4 Thy gates shall yet give way, Thy bolts shall fall, inexorable Past! Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels He hath Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Another hand thy sword shall wield, Sure thou art come o''er far-off seas, Storms on thy straw-crowned head, and thou dost stand Let the night-winds touch thy brow Open the door of thy heart, And my kisses shall teach thy lips The day goes by like a shadow o''er the heart, Shall bristle like thy palm with spears, Thy benediction,--for my love thou know''st! Through long years keep it fresh on thy lips, O friend! But hadst thou hearing in thy heart 16265 The touch of loving hands on brow and hair-With dreams--not tear-drops--brimming our clenched eyes,-"I''m home again, my dear old Room, Fold round me like the arms of love, And to-day as I dream, with both eyes wide-awake, My dear old friends--It jes beats all, And jes smile on ye like the sun It''s all so good-old-fashioned like Sich folks, you know, I jes love so The time jes melts like a late, last snow,-Of good old days returned.-The old days of Morning, And the tears, like the rain of morning, You know we talked about the times when that old road was new: The same old dreams of our boyhood''s days The old ghosts romp through the best days dead! Like that of the old guitar! Liked to hear him that-a-way, And loved, long ''fore my dancin''-days wuz over!-Jes like afore my dancin'' days wuz over! 16341 How happy, in thy lap, the sons of men shall dwell. That stirs the stream in play, shall come to thee, but thou shalt come again--thy light Oft, too, dost thou reform thy victim, long Dost thou show forth Heaven''s justice, when thy shafts To which thou gavest thy laborious days, Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Yet, mighty God, yet shall thy frown look forth The blast shall rend thy skirts, or thou mayst frown Thou hast thy frowns--with thee on high The south wind breathed to waft thee on thy way, Shall put new strength into thy heart and hand, Thou, while thy prison walls were dark around, Gaze on them, till the tears shall dim thy sight, Shall lull thee till the morning sun looks in upon thy sleep." Await thee there; for thou hast bowed thy will Shall see thee blotted from thy place. 16436 (1828-), because it captured the heart of a ten-year-old boy whose But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, "Good-night, dear little leaves," he said. Girls always love "Lady Clare" and "The Lord of Burleigh." They like to our land know snatches of it It is a child''s poem, every line of it. (1827-still living), "is a boy-hearted man," says John Burroughs. respect to a boy of eleven years who liked the poem well enough to Thy voice sounds like a prophet''s word; The day goes by like a shadow o''er the heart, And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, "You are old, Father William," the young man said, 33 "You are old, Father William," the young man said, 33 16776 O yes, I love you, and with all my heart; No other love finds room now, in my heart. Love, to endure life''s sorrow and earth''s woe, Let us begin, dear love, where we left off; What shall we do with this fond love, dear heart? Life''s perfect June, love''s red, red rose, That, when hearts love too well, falls in between; The old, old love--like sweet, at first, [Illustration: TIME AND LOVE] I do not love in the old fond way. That hearts, like all things underneath God''s skies Rather than live a Queen of Hearts, like thee, Love is not quite the same, although each heart A thing like Love, for it laughs at Death. [Illustration: LOVE AND LIFE] "A love like this can know no death." To change or alter a love like mine. Through what strange ways I come, dear heart, to reach thee, 16995 They would not smile in Heaven till the other''s kiss had come. [Illustration: (A'' OLD PLAYED-OUT SONG)] [Illustration: (A'' OLD PLAYED-OUT SONG--TAILPIECE)] [Illustration: (THE PASSING OF A HEART--TITLE)] [Illustration: (THE PASSING OF A HEART--TAILPIECE)] [Illustration: (HER BEAUTIFUL EYES)] [Illustration: (LET US FORGET--TITLE)] Mine eyes, such was my faint heart''s sweet distress. I stay with kisses, ere the tearful face [Illustration: (THE OLD YEAR AND THE NEW--TITLE)] [Illustration: (I SAW THE OLD YEAR END)] [Illustration: (WHEN MY DREAMS COME TRUE)] Love, and the smiling face of her. Love, and the glad sweet face of her. [Illustration: (LAST NIGHT AND THIS--TITLE)] With her fair face and the sweet smile of it, [Illustration: (WHERE SHALL WE LAND?--TITLE)] [Illustration: (THE TOUCHES OF HER HANDS--TITLE)] The touches of her hands are like the fall The touches of her hands are like the dew [Illustration: (THE TOUCHES OF HER HANDS--TAILPIECE)] [Illustration: (THE ROSE--TITLE)] [Illustration: (BLOOMS OF MAY--TITLE)] 17119 Lowell, who gave a great impetus to New England manufactures, and from study of a Yankee, some poems, and a story of school-boy life. Not long before his death, Lowell wrote to an English friend a worst comes to the worst (if I live so long) I shall still have four recurring dream of having the earth put into my hand like an orange. Lowell was but fifteen years old when he entered college in the class of his last year, and not allowed to come back to read his poem. It is not very likely that Lowell was thinking of _Sir Launfal_ when Thou hast spent thy life for the Holy Grail; Shall win man''s praise and woman''s love, [When Mr. Lowell wrote this poem he was living at Elmwood in Of man''s deep heart, till mighty thoughts grow fledged Lowell''s Under the Old Elm, and Other Poems.[34] 17189 tall old man, although a good deal stooping, with long, straight, and upon its top, and looked into the church through a little window at appeared full of life and cheerfulness, while the old man whom Nathan had seen enter stood near the door, looking quietly on, with a little It was not until Nathan Stoddard had looked for some little time upon door by a white-haired old man dressed in black, about six in the Old lady and maiden, young man and child, the dust and the found at home,--to look up at the enormous old damson-tree, when it fashionable now-a-days for young ladies to carry eye-glasses, and call course, the old lady only smiles, but any service from Flora calls And now I feel like a fool as I think of Etty playing a "Etty draws like an artist," said Flora, in a whisper. 17948 the intimate appreciation and love of nature expressed in the poem, sorrow came to the poet in the death of Mrs. Lowell, October, 1853. His maturer poems are filled with deep-thoughted lines, "Lowell is a poet who seems to represent New England more variously Vision of Sir Launfal_ as "a sort of story, and more likely to be Lowell''s nature that produced the poem and gave it power. the poem is lost sight of in the beautiful nature pictures. High souls, like those far stars that come in sight 75 While reading _Sir Launfal_ the fact must be kept in mind that Lowell true expression of the heart and soul of the poet himself. composition of this poem Lowell speaks of love and freedom as being Gay, Lowell wrote:--"Don''t you like the poem I sent Lowell wrote several very strong anti-slavery poems at this time, _To The Vision of Sir Launfal, and other Poems. 1847 Some old love-face that comes again, Some old love-moment sweet with pain Love, should I set my heart upon a crown, The little loves and sorrows are my song: Let thy seared leaves fall silent on the earth In many a heart which life hath set to beat. Lend a new passion to thy life, far down Where no change comes, thy love upon my lips. We sang old love-songs on the way Thou great God-heart, heed thou thy people''s cry, As not to fill love''s waiting heart with bliss, The thought of old, dear things is in thine eyes, Old joy, dead hope, dear love, Thy mother heart beats warm, And thy dear hand, with all a mother''s care, The home of love is her blue eyes, For love''s own heart should throb through all the light And love and life are as a thousand years'', 18909 CHARLES SCRIBNER''S SONS--_Seein'' Things_ and _Little Boy Blue_, by Bright were his eyes like live coals, as he gave me a sideways glance. My man bent down his head and said, "Little woman, you''ve saved my life!" The worn look gone from his dear gray eyes, and in its place, a gleam An'' she comes on time like a flash of light, Said, to hush her heart''s wild throbbing: "Curfew shall not ring to-night." your lover lives," said Cromwell, "Curfew shall not ring to-night." Bessie comes with flying footsteps, eyes aglow with love-light sweet; I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover, Its headlight made day of the darkness, and glared like the eyes of And the white-winged Angels of Heaven, to bear him shall come down; "Come, boys, I know there''s kindly hearts among so good a crowd-Said that she''d like to know the man that had such dreamy eyes. 19109 To know, as they labor like bees in the hive, That, feeling its way like a hypocrite-friend Like the pride of the farmer, the apple tree? The apple''s an old-fashioned tree I know, As the lovely almond that blooms like a ball, What God hath wrought thus time shall tell, So shall the heart that honors thee today Like healthful and beautiful Holiday Home. That comes like the spring-time refreshing and vernal, Shall somebody live to whom life will be sweet To make them look like angels Has touched like thine the Saviour''s heart, Comes oft a tender, loving thought In his life, like that in mine; With great liquid eyes, like twin oceans of blue, There was a time in happy days gone by, Were like the friend of whom I dream, Of one, like them, in love preferred. Oh that my life were more like such an one of blessed fame! 19316 Like a dark wood he comes, or tempest pouring; To come forth like the spring-time fresh and green, Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: This year old men shall reap; The dim, dark sea, so like unto Death, ''Like unto ships far off at sea, So Lord Howard passed away with five ships of war that day, But Sir Richard bore in hand all the sick men from the land And Sir Richard said again: ''We be all good English men. When first I saw thee; and thy heart spoke too, That I should one day find thy lord and thee. Come, let me lay my hand upon thy mane! And men shall not forget thee in thy grave. Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark 146 Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark 146 19469 An'' close the eyes o'' her that smiled, an'' leave her sweet voice dumb. All the day long from its dawning till you saw your kinsman fall, "Try not the Pass!" the old man said; The old man slowly raised his head, a sign that he did hear, A silence filled the little room; the old man bowed his head; Set on thy singing lips shall make thee glad; Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God''s great Judgment Seat; Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God''s great Judgment Seat; I can feel my young heart thrilling lest the old man should forget. I jess can''t tell his mother!--It''ll crush her poor old heart! And you who love a little girl who comes to you at night even now thy father comes, a ransomed man this day; 19897 Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings, Grew round the stump," she loved me--that old sweetheart of mine. They would not smile in Heaven till the other''s kiss had come. Mine eyes, such was my faint heart''s sweet distress. I stay with kisses, ere the tearful face Like a rose in bloom; Sweet as the dew''s lip to the rose''s. Her face is like a night of June And Woman''s eyes of tears and smiles,-Love, and the smiling face of her. Love, and the glad sweet face of her. Or like the lights of old antiquity To calm my love--kiss down her shielding hand With her fair face and the sweet smile of it, The touches of her hands are like the fall The touches of her hands are like the dew Fer they all died little babies; and ''twas one o'' Mother''s ways, 20174 And so they sit in spiritual darkness and curse life and doubt God. But Thou hast sun-warmth and star-source of thine own. Thy light will reach the earth in goodly time. Thy light will reach the earth in goodly time. This is thy glory, Man, that thou art free. Startling all beauty God-ward, thou dost rise With mind to God in heaven, from finite ties, Meeting thy God with mind, ''tis thine to choose, So thou dost see thy spirit glorying ''Tis England''s streams of home-life, world about That form God''s trail to joy for man below?-Thy mother knows thee in the dark of night, Thy life to follow Freedom high and higher Child-like, I look up in thy loving face, The Sun is God''s great joy to Human sight. With stars for eyes, to search the darks of earth. To God, like larks, in praise for life and time. 2039 Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Lingered long in Evangeline''s heart, and filled it with gladness. Streamed through the windows, and lighted the room, till the heart of the maiden Long ere noon, in the village all sounds of labor were silenced. Long at her father''s door Evangeline stood, with her right hand All day long the wains came laboring down from the village. Cheered by the good man''s words, Evangeline labored and waited. Over Evangeline''s face at the words of Basil a shade passed. Long under Basil''s roof had he lived like a god on Olympus, Like the sweet thoughts of love on a darkened and devious spirit. Breathed like the evening wind, and whispered love to the maiden, Filled with the thoughts of love was Evangeline''s heart, but a secret, But on Evangeline''s heart fell his words as in winter the snow-flakes 20909 And moved a little bit away. I climbed a little crooked tree. I like to look into my pillow at night. A little brown bowl that can talk to me, The little brown bowl and the flying wings. I liked to watch her little tongue O little one away so far, A little light is going by, Up in the garden, a little rain came. I watch the little pulpit house-And what their little dreams are like A little gray thing came out of the grass. And Dick said, "Look what I have found!" The little new moon above the tree. I saw a tree that looked at me, A little bush could talk to me. A smooth little bush said a word to me. It makes a little talking sound. We watched the little ships go by. A little wind came to my face. And she said her little asking words. 21890 That can rest a weary pilgrim like the little place called home. To sit in a chair like a good little lad, And so it seemed that night and day we knew a mother''s care-God made the little boys for fun, for rough and tumble times of play; Men needed eyes divinely blue to toil by day and still be glad. So rich as being just a boy, a little boy on Christmas Day. I''d like once more to stand and gaze enraptured on a tinseled tree, To be just once again a boy, a little boy on Christmas Day. I''d like to see a pair of skates the way they looked to me back then, He liked the little ways I had, the simple things I said; There are little eyes upon you, and they''re watching night and day; And a little boy that''s dreaming of the day he''ll be like you. 22922 Little Land," "The Land of Story Books" and "Bed Time"; for the "Good-night, dear little leaves," he said; Sometimes it comes like a low, sweet song, Like little flowers shine out, "Good-night, Sir Rook!" said a little lark. Baby says, like little birdie, The wild wind blows, the sun shines, the birds sing loud, O little birds that come and go, Will come and warm you, little things; Up comes a little bird that lives inside, Up comes a little bird, and peeps, and out he flies. When the morning comes, the little bird is there. Back comes the little bird, and looks, and in he flies. Little bird will come again by the peep of day; Sleep, sleep sound, little bird goes round, Little things with lovely eyes Till good day shall smile away good night. Each little bird that sings, For one day a little bird 2294 Each little love and lust of a living thing "Freedom Thy new-born nation here shall cherish; With beauty-loving eye, But stir like tide-worn sea-weed, and my heart Old hard-heart mountain, dost thou hear me, how I blow? Satyr, little satyr-friend, my heart with joy doth ache! And taketh from my heart its life to-day, Warm on a breath, leaps a soul with love gleaming, Words in whose fire glow thy love and desire." MY love will come in autumn-time The men who loved thy soil and fought and died. And falls like dew God''s pity on the world And the sun-rays smote on the waters like a golden sword. And the white sea-birds like driven foam The black clouds closed like a tomb, for the sun was dead. A star''s while to look on and light the Earth; In the far years, when some day I shall turn 23111 THE OLD MAN AND JIM--HEADPIECE . THE OLD MAN AND JIM--TAILPIECE . THE OLD MAN AND JIM--TAILPIECE . THE OLD MAN AND JIM--TAILPIECE . THE LITTLE OLD POEM THAT NOBODY READS--HEADPIECE . THE LITTLE OLD POEM THAT NOBODY READS--TAILPIECE . [Illustration: The old-fashioned Bible--headpiece] [Illustration: Our old friend Neverfail--headpiece] But jes'' the best thing in the world''s our old friend Neverfail, But most I like--with you, my boy--our old friend Neverfail, [Illustration: To old one-legged chaps, like me] [Illustration: Old chums--headpiece] [Illustration: The old man--headpiece] [Illustration: The old man--tailpiece] [Illustration: The old man and Jim--headpiece] [Illustration: The old man and Jim--tailpiece] [Illustration: The old man and Jim--tailpiece] [Illustration: The old man and Jim--tailpiece] [Illustration: The old school-chum--headpiece] [Illustration: The old band--headpiece] [Illustration: My old friend--headpiece] [Illustration: The little old poem that nobody reads--headpiece] [Illustration: The little old poem that nobody reads--tailpiece] [Illustration: When old Jack died--headpiece] [Illustration: Old Indiany--headpiece] 23332 (http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/2/3/3/3/23332/23332-h/23332-h.htm) (http://www.gutenberg.net/dirs/2/3/3/3/23332/23332-h.zip) Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Waits the rising of the sun. As in the days of her youth, Evangeline rose in his vision. Vanished the vision away, but Evangeline knelt by his bedside. Vainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing. O little feet! Must wander on through hopes and fears, O little hearts! O little souls! That they might touch the hearts of men, Playing the music of our dreams. But the great Master said, "I see No best in kind, but in degree; 2487 Roads stretch like arms across the world outside, Souls look out of tired eyes, hands are clasped But young love and broken life are standing close With eager eyes and laughing lips the little children come. That they are like a garden place, a fragrant dream Sleep, little tired eyes, close to the heart of me, Dream, little tired eyes, close to the breast of me, I dreamed that star-like purple flowers were springing God put a song into my heart one day, A little song of love and hope and home, I know that Love, at last, with smiling eyes, I know that Love will come to me, some day, I know that Love will come to me, some day, (As you know now) the dreams that, like a light, Love of my heart--the time has come to go! God, bring to life their little dreams that died, 2491 2507 Spake in the old man''s strong right hand, And then, for an old man like me, it''s not exactly right, "I know him not," said the aged man, By the old church to-day,--think of him and his band Till an eye like a bayonet flash met mine, With peace they know not, till at close of day Said one, "He will come like Manitou, Lost like the day of Job''s awful curse, For the sun in his eyes (jest like this, sir!), you see, kinder made Alone in the cabin up ''yer--till she grew like a ghost, all white. And she looked me right in the eye--I''d seen suthin'' like it before "We are going to-day," she said, "and I thought I would say good-by Smiling to hear an old fellow like me talk Till flashing leaped the torch of Day from last night''s old camp-fire! Like papa, and some men that I know, 25153 2558 25599 25880 Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing The movement of your hands is the long, golden running of light from Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth, A Father-Time-like man got on and rode, shining in the sun, past the White House, rose dark leaves at their white jaw slants-[Sidenote: _To be read like old leaves on the elm tree of Time. And he plunged young hands into new-turned earth, Color the stars like San Francisco''s street-lights, Earth breathes him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches "Let come what may," your eyes were saying, My song of battle: Words like flaming stars Blue-white like angels with broad wings, Myself, like ancient wall and dust and sky, Nor the face like a star in my heart!... The pathos of your love, that, like a flower, 25961 To be informed I look like you But one thing I am sure of, son, Spring, you are welcome, for you mean the end of With a thing as prosaic as daddy''s old hat. When I see his wonderful choo-choo trains, I groan a little, and think, "O gee! The things that make us think him great. And flowers; then tell me if you know My kid to the room where his things were piled, The look on his face, I murmured: "Child, The kid comes home today. The kid comes home today. One thing that''s yours, my little child Besides my little son''s imagination, Like the approaching payday, and my son. Save when he comes home to eat. Well, kid, I hope you''ll stay that way So says that little son of mine. I wonder if you''ll like it, boy, (You''ve often scorned a nice, new toy 261 "Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, While the wet drops like little glints of light, Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light. Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows, They hear winds wandering through lofty trees I love the very human heart of man. And Summer said, "Come, follow onward, with no thought save the longing The wind, and the bees, and the flowers, all singing the great song Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! Of light night wind comes laden with the scent Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Here sleeps the sun long, idle summer hours; The wind is singing through the trees to-night, Have run away like little grains of sand; And all the long nights are made glad by thee? O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs! The little intimate things of every day, 2619 A Little Page''s Song William Alexander Percy "In the Days of Old" Thomas Love Peacock Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn, Little Lamb, God bless thee. Little Lamb, God bless thee. His little dark mouth like my cave of the sea! Where thy little heart doth rest. In thy little heart asleep! When thy little heart doth wake, Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; Little baby dear, good-night. Little baby dear, good-night. Two little arms can love mother best. Two little legs running all day long. And I called her my dear little "Fifty-four" a hundred times, till I knew Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, A little fairy comes at night, Little heart so glad of love, So, a little Child, come down My little Son, who looked from thoughtful eyes She has a merry love of little things, 2620 2621 "In the Days of Old" Thomas Love Peacock Were green like leaves whereon no sun doth shine, Like earth-born stars far fetched from faerie lands, Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky. A little tree as young as I, the coming summer shadows,-To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, Sleep, white world, in thy winding-sheet! I love thee when thy swelling buds appear, I love to lie beneath thy waving screen, Flow gently, I''ll sing thee a song in thy praise; Thou hast all thy heart''s desire. Then turn thee, little bird, and take thy flight Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, Silence instead of thy sweet song, my bird, Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Singing thou scalest Heaven upon thy wings, Thy heart is light as a leaf of a tree; On a bed of green sea-flowers thy limbs shall be laid,-- 2622 A Little Page''s Song William Alexander Percy Seven Years Old Algernon Charles Swinburne The Old Man''s Comforts Robert Southey An Old Man''s Song Richard Le Gallienne "In the Days of Old" Thomas Love Peacock Love and Life John Wilmot Life in a Love Robert Browning Life in a Love Robert Browning An Irish Love-Song Robert Underwood Johnson Love None" William Browne Love None" William Browne One Way of Love Robert Browning I Love My Jean Robert Burns and John Hamilton absence Conquers love" Frederick William Thomas My Little Love Charles B. A Very Old Song William Laird Song of the Old Love Jean Ingelow Or Love, the life of song! I''ll sing you a good old song, "I''m a pretty old man," he gently said, Your old loves for new lovers'' staring! Miniver loved the days of old "You are old, Father William," the young man said, 26333 Or one heart, full with love''s sweet satisfaction, But this blest hour, in love''s glad, golden day, In this sweet calm, my young heart lay at rest, Of school days gone--and time since passed away; And through them looked her soul, large, loving, tender. Come thou, and take this loving heart, "Sweet friend," I said, "your face is full of light: Like my own soul, and look forth from my eyes, I hold to-day: and like a troubled dream The love of strong hearts in sweet draughts "My love," he sighed, his voice like winds that moan Like twin blush roses;--dyed with love''s red wave, In love''s sweet morning and life''s best prime. then, dear love, how sweet were wedded life. "Her great dark eyes that flash like gems at night? I knew that heart was filled with Love''s sweet wine, Rang like a bell in my heart all day, 26445 Like a pale, spotless shroud; the air is stirred, Young Spring, bright Summer, Autumn''s solemn form, Like the far windharps wild, touching wail, Whose tones are like the wizard voice of time, O''er earth, like troubled visions o''er the breast Let the thought that on this holy morn Pray for the peace which long The land, the Peace of His vast love shall fall, Peace in the thousand fields of waving grain, Peace on the wind-swept down! Peace on the farthest seas, And peace in all our hearts! [Illustration: "Peace in the quiet dales Four thousand years earth waited, Four thousand years the nations sighed And the light of earth that night eclipsed Rests the mute rapture of deep-hearted peace. That smiled in the beauty of peace! Life, like a tempest of ocean Life, like a tempest of ocean like the welcoming quiver like the welcoming quiver 2678 2679 26864 _This little volume was written for no reason on earth and with no nonsense, like a little learning is a dangerous thing and should be _A man who writes nonsense may become in time a big gun. He said he longed for a little change It looks like a fight at a city election. A sailor to the great man said: The old man sadly shook his head "Well, Great Scott, man, don''t talk all day, All right, old man (Ting-ling), so long." And as you lie and ponder, the thought comes home to you Is the woman whom long years ago you swore you loved the best. (What the Little Boy Thought.) There is another little trick of thine, most lovely snow-If things had come his way. One night a young man came to call I thought that hogs might come and go, Is the love of your fellow man. 26918 the eye to intense light, and, by analogy, the after-colors of Just as the colors of the rainbow recombine into a white light,--just as the reflex of the eye''s picture vividly haunts sleep,--just as With sun-red light your feet were shod . Till you emerged, the moon upon your shoulder, and the night BEYOND her lips in the dark are a man''s feet Red. Her arms are his white robes, And the live man''s eyes are night after embers, Two black spots on a white-faced down . Thank God this tea comes from the green grocer, Naked, the sole white flame of the world. The seven-spearing sun, Of light, the spears of heaven? Black whirl to white, And little leaves flute-noted across the moon. O tree-like Spring, O blossoming days, I, who some day shall be dead, O tree-like Spring, O blossomy days, Till light comes leaping And rattled long black eyes 27024 Thee of the springtime flowers thou once loved well-I fling my glove in the face of Fate and smile in the eyes of Death! For life is sweet to-day and hope seems true-For life is sweet to-day and hope seems true-And Love''s gold-hearted rose and Hope''s star-flower (My heart shall tell me when Love draws nigh!) "Her hair shall be bright as the stars'' gold gleaming, Pluck Love''s flame-hearted flower ere it dies; The love that thrills my every pulse like wine Where love-lit smiles transmute the dark to day-Thro'' the night''s long dark of despair till the dawning of ultimate day, Old thoughts and dreams, words breathed by lips long dumb, Dear lips that smile thro'' all life''s pain, He sees in dreams the wife he loved--long dead; Set by the hand of Love to light the way Only a living, loving heart I bring 27297 As life, as God, as this thy song complete _Go, man, through death unto thy star; Meet thy unburied eyes of pain Thou bearest Love thy child, Bechill thy warm heart beating red, And as thy soul to love. And lay thy long, soft locks where my heart is. Rose Love lay dreaming where I passed, Yet look thou out from thy still hour Look round thee now, dear dupe of sweet hey-day! "Ye too shall be light, and to life bring the sun!" Eyes burning dry and my heart like a flame; But never shall a tear fall for their love spent and dead. Lo, afar thou hadst thy prophet eyes. Take back thy song; or let me hear what thou Yet dost thou foster it as thy veinèd sun; Of Love I then shall be, wrapping thee in Come, Flower of Life, and lay thy beauty''s rose 27912 Leave the sounds of mothers taking up their sweet laborious days. Dear shall be the banquet table where their singing spirits press; Touched with change in the wide heavens, like a leaf the frost winds Wreathe pride now for his granite brow, lay love on his breast of With lifted face star-strong, went one who sang O sea that yearns a day, shall thy tongues be So eloquent, and heart, shall all thy tongues Love''s battle comes on the wide wings of storm, Into a land God''s eyes had looked not on Low looms her singing face to point the way, Lay a hand upon his muzzle in the face of God, and say, The god''s sweet cruel eyes will stare. A little gift God gave my youth,--whose petals dim were fears, Till an old man, whose young eyes lightened blue In the day of little things.-- 28352 merchant in the New Country came to a great ship-builder, who was known "We will build the ship thus," said the old man. When the long hot day was over, the young man and his promised bride sat Now there came a time in the life of Hiawatha when he wished to wed, and The village blacksmith works hard from morning till night; at any time A lonely exile, Prince Henry wandered through the land till he came to The old monk, who had come so close that he could hear Prince Henry''s Presently Miles Standish looked up from his reading and said to John: "Since Rose Standish died years ago," said the Captain, "my life has sound was heard in all that great assembly till at length a young man, the priest their story, and he said: "Only six days ago Gabriel sat by 28706 Till the heart is happy in the songs they sing. "Love''s young dream" may be the sweetest thing in life, but there is In days of a glad life long, There are golden hearts of goodness that are full of love and song, Caught on the Fly. The man that can''t find any heaven in this world of sunshine has no a man happy thet loves his work, en all the millions they kin pile up in Where the love-roses bloom and the joy-mornings glad-Caught on the Fly. When Love leaves life, Laughter packs up her things and gets ready to With hand and heart true love shall keep ''Tis far that youth has wandered where life''s deep sorrows come Sweet Love shall crown with happiness Let us run away together to the Love Lands long ago! All the songs shall sing forever down the perfect ways of men, 29273 God''s Words--Sickness--Poor Little Hearts--Milk--No The greatest sin is to cruel the poor harmless dumb creatures, O Lord, my God of heaven, I pray for Thy holy spirit to go in all the and kind to all the poor harmless dumb creatures, and sick human too, Hear my prayer, O Lord, my God of Heaven, and let my cry come unto Thee, Died in distress, Poor little heart, with hens, because milk is so good for human. good deal, till she gets well; I have cured a number of hens with this Be kind to poor hens in every way, and not let them suffer take good care of your poor hens or they cannot lay you eggs. all my days, and their poor hens cannot lay much and they die off. Poor dear little heart, to dear little hens, and other dumb creatures. everlasting wo, if any one is cruel to dear little hens, and other dumb 29345 "A thousand trees would come to thirty dollars." Would pay in cities for good trees like those, Of chairs turned upside down to sit like people "Good boys they seemed, and let them love the city. But who first said the word to come?" _Someone_ said ''Come''--I heard it as I bowed." I don''t know where it''s likely to go better. I''d like to go by climbing a birch tree, That would be good both going and coming back. Care when the birds come round the house I didn''t like the way he went away. But the wind out of doors--you know the saying. Like winter and evening coming on together. The best way is to come up hill with me To be coming home the way I was, We know who when they come to town "Come, John," he said, "you want to see the wheel pit?" 29993 White-headed children stood to look at the boat as it passed them, Hung, like a tear in the sky, the beautiful star of the evening. Passed, like a gleam of lightning over the west in the night-time. Breathing air that was full of Old World sadness and beauty Old men, whose yearning eyes were dimmed with the far-streaming Turned her eyes when they met, and would not speak, though her heart "Lord, let this soul be saved!" cried the fervent voice of the old Death-white unto the people he turned his face from the darkness. Vague, and tender, and sweet, as the eyes of the dead, when we dream (What time, meeker grown, his heart held his hand from its answer), The robin sang a love-sweet song, Their songs love-sweet, death-sad; The songs that silence knows by heart!-Knowing not life nor death, but since the light was, the first day, 3021 Out of the winter things he fashions a story of modern love. The woods come back to the mowing field; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She''s glad the birds are gone away, The love of bare November days Those stars like some snow-white Wind and Window Flower Wind and Window Flower And little of love could know. OH, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; ''Tis summer again; there''s two come for roses. Where bird and flower were one and the same. Why the flower has odor, the bird has song. And God has taken a flower of gold Came forth in the woods Did you not come flower-guided PAN came out of the woods one day,-His heart knew peace, for none came here And ravelled a flower and looked away-Come over the hills and far with me, One from our trees, one far away; 3026 In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. ''He thinks he ought to earn a little pay, To think of the right thing to say too late. Think of it, talk like that at such a time! And see the way you lived, but I don''t know! You let things more like feathers regulate But it might be, come night, I shouldn''t like it, The hand that knows his business won''t be told Shouts like an army captain, ''Let her come!'' Never you say a thing like that to a man, Or let him know that he was being looked at. What do you think you''re like to hear to-day?" But why take time for what I''m like to hear? "I like your ''going to be.'' You said just now Come out here if you want to hear me talk. Where I come in is what I want to know. 30276 The lovers walk on the grass path at night. I know that the white wind loves you, The sky darts through you like blue rain, Is like a scattering of gold crocus-petals Like the little almond-tree Become like the autumn beech-leaves. You quiver like a sea-fish. O old pagodas of my soul, how you glittered across green trees! green, gold and incandescent whiteness, behind the house with the dark green door Once I had a lover bright like running water, Once his face was laughing like the sky; Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter Stand like dark stumps, still in the green wheat. Dark and proud in the sky, like a number of knights All their dark-feathered helmets, like little green The white moon hang like a breast revealed And his eyes were deep like the sea When night drifts along the streets of the city, 30279 Old Horse won the Bet," which taxes the credulity of experienced "Old Blue," a famous Boston horse of the early decades of this century, But there stood the stout old one-hoss-shay _How the_ Old Horse HOW THE OLD HORSE WON THE BET HOW THE OLD HORSE WON THE BET HOW THE OLD HORSE WON THE BET The old horse nears the judges'' stand, He steps a five-year-old again! Old Hiram said, "He''s going fast." Old Hiram followed on his gray, The old horse--all the rest astern,-Some said, "Old Dutchman come again!" [Illustration: "Back in the one-horse-shay he went"] A horse _can_ trot, for all he''s old. A horse _can_ trot, for all he''s old. You''re a good old--fellow--come, let us go!" You''re a good old--fellow--come, let us go!" [Illustration: "You''re a good old-fellow-come, let us go"] But every cat knew his own old witch; 30830 Like some dim dream low-breathed in slumber''s ear,-Like love that dies not and is always near,-I hear its far voice night and day; Like some mean life wrapped in its sorry dream,-Making each tree like some sad spirit sigh; And shadowy armor march and sing, a song of dreams long dead: By him the love that fills man''s soul with light, That, like some old-world wreckage, lies,-When from the tower, like some sweet flower, A dream of truth and love come true Sweet a love-song, then a rose Like that which smiles rich in her mouth''s red rose. Glad in her eyes the love-light gleamed; That I saw her pale face like the foam of far streams, Come, dream with me of the love that''s dead." And in my heart _her_ name,--like some sweet bee While the music of life and of love he hears, 312 the thought of poetry crosses the mind like the dear memory of things Dark green, dusk red, and, like a coiling snake, Their white feet fall like flakes of snow, Comes like a living wind through sleep-bowed branches, Rent the dark sky like lightning, and I fell, The brown hills lay like quiet beasts The sky was like a cup some rare wine fills, "But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" Like great light And drinks the light in like a liquid thing; Like a wind-blown fruit between sea and sun, Drops like a fog and makes the breath come thick; that lifts like the face of a drowned man from the choking darkness. Like stooping hawks, to the long wind of horns, A flowing world, most like the sea, His eyes were like a flame it is like the body of another. 317 Till the first light cloud in heaven is past, Around thy brow shall brightly beam! "Her heart is sad--her love is far away!" And soon the voice of heaven shall bid you rise Like mirthful eyes that laugh upon the leaves; Then pour thy broad wave like a flood from the heavens, Oh the tear is in my eye, and my heart it is breaking, The lines of love from woman''s heart. thy lovely form Thy light, dear star! When that eye of light shall in darkness fall, ''Twas like the glance I love so well, Dear Eva, from thy moonlight eye. Glancing in light, like spray on a green billow, And hear a voice long loved in thy wild minstrelsy. ''Tis not the beam of her bright blue eye, ''Tis the heart to love, and the soul to feel: Thy stars shall glitter o''er the brave; 31712 My soul shall kiss her lips'' perfumes, Like some sad thought that broods here, old perfumes Each gusty door, like some dead hand, then sighs A love-word of the wind, dear, of which we''ll read the rune, A love-kiss of the water we''ll often stop to hear-The echoed words and kisses of our own love, my dear: And all our path shall blossom with wild-rose sweets that swoon, Loved lips and eyes and hair, The moon, like some wide rose of white, The night, like some frail flower, dawn A presence like the wind''s hath passed. Like the deep love in her dark eyes, The wood-wind stirs the flowering chestnut-tree, Into her heart with love''s last look and kiss?-Like some wild dream that haunts the dead A mouth of music; eyes of love; Loved eyes, long lost, and sadder than the grave? A face, the whiteness of a water-flower, 31764 Eves preaching beauty with rose-tongues of flame. And lights at night the glow-worm''s eye:-Of our lives and love shall sing In wood-words with its woodland love: Star; and Day hath Night anointed Ah, child, too kind the love we know, that knew us, and love''s own star before thee, And love''s star-image in the starry sea; Dim with heaven''s morning blue; dew-dripping plumes The words that blossomed like the white Sweet loves long-sworn were parted, But then I know that I shall die before comes morning''s light. I loved you, thinking "time enough when I have come to die." When morn like God, with gold and grace So long ago, our love is what are dreams! Where white-faced flowers sang and thought; With a wild-rose face, who came With a face like the breaking of day, Where love''s lilies grow so white! to love is life and to live is gay, 31878 Only thou art my Lady. Only thou art my Lady. Come play with us: it is forbidden! And thou, beloved, art that godly thing! So art thou broken in upon me, Apollo, Yet, by God, I''ll still leave them a token And now, little black eyes, come you out here! Ah, you''ve given me a lively, lasting bout, year Ah, you little children that go playing But, black eyes, some day you''ll get a master, He shall, he must come! His wheels settles--what shall men see then? Lancelot thought little, spent his gold and rode to fight Ah, little eyes of mine, My own little green eyes. My own little green eyes. My own little green eyes. To free me from my soul''s contention Although thou with a sleep art wresting, And the little leaves follow me Praising the great rain. That makes the little leaves follow me. 31896 A letter came of loving word My hands your face, loved Geraldine, A fair-faced wanton, mounted like a man-But like the heart that long hath realized Then like a child asked simply, "Wilt thou come?... Beneath a heaven that was like the face Heart beating like a star at break of day, An eye that likes me not; too quick to turn; Dreaming of days that pass like almoners All comes back like a tale of old! And the stars, their soul, like a dream undreamed-Like a dream of empire; love and scorn "''I went to my love and I told with my heart, I have loved you long, and my soul was sick, Night-deep; and eyes dove-gray with dreams;-With a face like a flower, that blooms in the wild Of the hills, and a soul like its soft perfume,-Lightning-like, of love and law: 31913 Her smile shall help my heart enough Night shall descend the western hills. She at my door till dawn shall stand, When Night''s blind shadow shall usurp my own; Deep gold-green ferns, and mosses red and gray,-Shall I see it gliding white, Our rose of dreams is passed away, The songs Love sang to us are dead; The songs Love sang to us are dead; A dead-sea path of desert night that leads Life; in whose soul no dream shall start The moonlight memories of day''s dead gold; Since Love hath kissed her lips and made them wise, He who hath dreamed but of her world shall give He who hath seen but her far face shall live I shall not see its like again! With moon-white hearts that held a gleam, Like some gold cloud o''er dawn of day. Far in the night, a rose of light 31919 Shines many a wild-flower''s tender star. The wild rose smelt like delicate wine,-From our light lips like flowers; Life woke and rose in gold and green and blue, Like ice gems glist''ning in Spring''s lovely hair. Rolls to yon star that burns beneath the moon. Blown wild about like a flock of white geese! In thy deep eyes a drowsy sky''s blue stain. Standing like stubborn rocks, whence the wild wave Wind-rocked she swung her white feet on the sea, Like feeble wave-beats in a deep sea-cave. Low it comes like sighs in dreams; Like wild-wood buds, the Twilight stands, Low, lost winds come like a wing; So pale thy face which glimmers thro'' the night! Like some dim moon beneath a night of mist,-Oh, to see in the night in a May moon''s light Decked spangly with crisp flower-like stars of white; Of the wild white rose below. 32146 And the sky look''d like silver, and it seem''d Of God''s sweet goodness stirring at her heart, Like a strong feeling, hung upon the world Like the first whisper in a silent world. Like beautiful creations, till I feel Gather my wings; and, like a rushing thought, And the blue sky is like a newer world, And course the heaven like stars, and float away Like the deep Sabbath of the night, came down Like a glad fountain, in the eye of light, Like the light of your very eye. Thy heart, my gentle girl! My love was like a beating heart-Their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts The beautiful gift of _thy_ light--Pass on! And love was like a holy star, I love to look on a scene like this, Witching thoughts like things half hid Is like kissing her eyes as the lashes fall. And her dark eye like star-light flashes-- 32335 and chargin'' away; and the fust thing you know along come a man, fer I got my leg shot off," he says, "and I want you to pack me The text: Love thou thy fellow man! Love thou thy fellow man--for, be hands--they were claws!--they were iron!--they were like the things I shivered till the long and slim and slender old woman jerked my head Whose love like a lily bloomed out in the night. He''d say it more like this."--And the old man adjusted his spectacles But jes'' the best thing in the world''s our old friend Neverfail, I like to find out that the man I voted fer last fall, But most I like--with you, my boy--our old friend Neverfail, an'' like his folks wuz all dead but the old man, an'' he wuz a red-hedded boy into more trouble; fer the old man whipped him 3295 and then, like stars in the night, the new births of the spirit, the Emerson''s word fell like truth itself, "a shaft of light morning till night,--the sea like a mirror and the sky I yield the Fates my life, and like a god Thy words sublime!" "I die that thou mayest live." Of thy fair, human face." He rose and looked, Thy heart hath lied to thee in offering hope." Prorogue Love''s cause and Truth''s--God knows how long! Thou shalt gain thy heart''s desire. Immortal, loved boy-Prince, thou tak''st thy stand Here eyes that flamed with love, at thy command Thou art supreme Love--kiss me--I am thine! Hath passed away--such was thy mother, child. Yes, poor child, I understand thee, and yet thou art wrong. As RIBERA stands aside, lost in thought, enter DON JOHN and MARIA. I was his light, his soul, his breath of life. 3305 Roses in the June days are light the miles around, Through the window comes the bloom on any winter night, Lamps are fair that have the light from flowers all day long, Christ with the brave young lad to-day An'' have the little crock o'' gold agin the day o'' rain; If you know a little Irish song to lift the road o'' pain. For we''ve the heart to up an'' sing "Arise, an'' come away with us," France tells the story, make our hearts know well, Wear Him day and night, wherever be the war, Give to worthy road-men the great green way, Ten thousand years are like a day Passing lights the years have, like a train; Full of magic stories and a hopeful heart of song; Sure and here across the sea you give your hearts to praise of her, The winter passes and the days come in 33112 Like age''s eyes, that youth''s love-dreams arouse,-Then in drenched gardens, like sweet phantoms met, Come to the hills, the woods are green-_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_-_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_-_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_-_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_-Like happy eyes to see us greet, Within a face that looks as that black night In which, beneath the ragged sky, the rain-pools gleam like glass. Of LOVE''S deep soul, and never understands. Come, make my old heart older, For night''s white moon and love and you-No face like hers in any place: Of their dear loves, like ivory, Of their dear loves, like some slim tree, A face like hers, a form, a mind? To the sweet-faced girl with the eyes of gray! It''s--Home, O my Heart, and love! It''s--Home, O my Heart, and love! 33674 _With the Allied cause crumbling away it is high time we thought of reply was a plea to let you write a preface for a new edition of my already lost the War and the dusk of the Anglo-Saxon is come. can find the beauty and the strength of the human soul with which to must be the German people we hate as an overshadowing race, if our fight Soul and Beauty. _Verily, verily, men are killed solely because they fear death, and turn Then Carlo came; he shone like a new sin-That let her smile because he saw she knew. For he had said long ere he came to earth And all the hours his heart like waving grain And the joys now dead But they were the last words that the poet said. To play gravedigger if the word be said. He said that love had but two words, the last 33686 With blown gold curls thro'' drifts of wild-thorn flowers; And gray rude eyes, and hair which hath the scent With haughty wicked eyes and lovely face The eyes of hunted wild things burn with rage,-Said: "And didst love me as thy lips have spake But woe for sweet love''s death such dreams brought out. With those five kings thou wot''st of, dearest love, Wistful on feverish brow thro'' long deep curls! Rest thou; I love thee, how,--I only know: Like as great ghosts of giant kings long dead. Who knows, thro'' deepening eyes and drowsy breath, With oaths, like roses, raving mad with love. As hearts of suns burn, in thine eyes and hair, Like polished silver thro'' pale leaves that danced. Of love, sweet intercourse of eyes and brows, Thou hast the wildness of a Dryad''s eyes, Beneath;--like a star that a cloud of night 33770 I''d follow like a little fyce. By which each thinks that his looks are good, He ought to believe that his work is good, True, we want no man in our neighborhood As far ahead as a man may think, Still you like to hear the other man artistically roasted. And God is with the man who wins. But I''m telling the thing which is good for _you_! This world in the way they think is best, So many good people, like you and me, I wish some man were great and good Look at the man with the crown Look at the man with the pack So the man with no work And not a man you know would dare With, "Say, old man, I hope you''re free Let us loaf and laugh a little. Or he may strive, as a good man must, But sometimes we look at our little ball 33940 While wild through the wood her voice they hear,-Dreams that are the world-soul''s cure; On the hill-top Love-a-Dream On the hill-top Love-a-Dream Sow sweet notes like silver seed. And the heavenly dream of her soul makes gleam I see the Spirit of the Summer dreaming Wild winds of Autumn with the dead leaves antic; The leaves, like hands with emerald veined, The sad, sweet voice of some wood-spirit who From the deep forest comes the wood-dove''s coo. Such nights are like the sweetness of a kiss The moth-like moon swings upward through the night; And the deep-mooned night and her love again! Like the night with its moon and its stars above; The day like some great king of old, When the wood whispers like a wandering mind, With dreams of love-long-done, And night comes on with wind and rain; ''Drouth,'' ''Before the Rain,'' and the like, are in a voice which 34001 Stars, like a host of merry girls and boys, Love, and the faces of a world of children, Flamed with its joy, a thing too great for tears. Child, you have come, like a conquering shout, Thank God the world is set to such a tune, That none, but lifeless things, shall be Time''s slave, Like the long-dead but never tiring moon; Ere God grew old, before His eyes were tired Like silence trembling after Song. For here is the world that God sang into flower And Summer, green fields and a world of things growing, Lies, like a secret of God''s--and here I have found it. While God comes down, roused to the jubilant fight; Only remember my heart, like a fate in strong breezes. The world lies, like a careless sleeper. With your heart full of things that sing and adore you, And I shall show you all the world''s delight, 34015 The fair and flower-like lost loves of our Youth, Thou boastest of thine age--thy works--thyself: The Earth, thy mother, from whose breast thou draw''st, "Thine eyes have seen; but thou shalt not stand Love would find and pierce thy heart. Ev''y blessed day dat de Lord do sen''! Dat time, bec''us'', you know, Ter come ''way off dat lan''-Dat night I come on down, "Dat ''s what ole Marster said; "An'' dat ''t was for ole Marster, An'' de Marster buried dat nigger, suh, I mean, Ise knowed de _family_ dat long; Marse Phil wuz born in harves'', an'' I dat Christmas come; Ole Marster said, "Dat boy ''s a fool ''bout Sam." Ole Mistis jes'' said, "Dear, Phil wants him, an'', you know--" An'' do I know, young Marster, de war hit sot us free? Dat gent''man knowed ''bout niggers, I knows dat thing, I does. 34027 Works to some end through hearts that dreams illumine: have been a hundred different things in the swan-like life of a singer which this poet endears the little forms of life in the field of Faery. Of some wild past, some long-dead year.... I knew the god, the priest''s wild face, Of some past life, lived long ago. Oh, my old Heart, what a life we have led, But I had seen old ghosts of long dead loves go by. In the old house speak of love to-day, Love long past; and where the soft day closes, Youth and Love, between their hearts a rose. But trees and flowers, lovely forms of Earth, How like a child the world! One blossoming rose-tree, like a beautiful thought Now in Love''s place, Death, old and halt and blind, Like our own love, so merely Like some wild dream that drifts 34227 Dressed just as I came from the dance, Dressed just as I came from the dance, [Illustration: _Mamma says my taste still is low_] But know, if you haven''t got riches, [Illustration: _Being asked by an intimate party_] FIRST, he says, Miss, he''s read through your letter [Illustration: _And the rose that you gave him_] And the same you will pardon)--he knows, Miss, You called him Job-lotski, you know, Joe_] You called him Job-lotski, you know, Joe_] With a look, Joe, that made her eyes drop_] With a look, Joe, that made her eyes drop_] With a look, Joe, that made her eyes drop_] [Illustration: _He thinks he may find you_] that''s all past; so good-night, Joe; Good-night to what''s wrong and what''s right, Joe; [Illustration: _I''ve just got your note. Like papa, and some men that I know_] Like papa, and some men that I know_] And just think what that echo said--Joe! 34234 So soon, now, I shall lie deep hidden away "Ah, Love, I know thee, for thy face "But thou, Love, who canst tread the stars, And surely, I think, the world''s most lovely earth,-Far off like clouds that fade across the blue; One small voice left of love in a world of wrong. And deep in the heart of dusk a far bird sings Heart-easing poet, sing to us like bells I think my very soul is growing green and gold and blue. To the little lovely earth that bore me, body, soul, and brain. First-love sang me one note and heart-break taught me two, Wild rivulet, how thou art like to a man! A little wandering wind went up the hill. That thou didst face thy death a conscious God, Thy straying ghost, like some great moth of night This man loved not like men but like a God. 34237 world: little masterpieces like Tennyson''s Brook, Kingsley''s Clear and charming story like The Singing Leaves, or a mysterious and musical one, Come, lads, let''s sing, till the rafters ring; That rose like hills of heaven above the amber seas. Dear flowers, till we shall dare to part like you, Till fell the frost from the clear, cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, To come forth, like the Spring-time fresh and green, And all the day your heart shall say, "''Tis luck enough to live." each mortal thing; others are just happy children, like Little Bell. Shall come on the wild, unbounded sea! On thy grave the rain shall fall from the eyes of a mighty nation! This hallowed day like us shall keep. That shone like love''s eyes soft with tears, Their great eyes shining bright like wine; "''Tis well thou''rt come back to keepe thy day; 34269 When I applied for Plattsburg I stood for hours in line And when I came to Plattsburg I had to stand in line, I stood in line till night for the Captain to endorse it; [Illustration: Right Dress--MARCH] Of a good old Plattsburg rain, He came up days ahead of time-If, in spite of hopes and promises, your pay day doesn''t come, "You seem to know the drill all right; Good old Company Four! Good old Company Four! COMPANY 2 NEW ENGLAND COMPANY 2 NEW ENGLAND And the men from all New England came along and gathered there, With France and Old England, And we never, never, never get a good line at Right Dress, New England will be leading when we''re marching up the Rhine, Oh, Major dear, and did you hear the news that''s going round? The toast will be to old New England Will know New England Five. 3473 Thou and thy sons'' sons shall have peace with power. All men shall hate and hound thee and thy seed, Our hearts caught from thine eyes, thou Shining One. Thy father''s faith for thee proved bright and sweet. Till thy baptismal day, thou, unperplexed Master, if thou to thy pride''s goal should come, And thy heart shall spend itself in fountains of love upon the And close against thy quivering lips shall be pressed the live The Lord shall be thy everlasting light, Praise be to God that thou hast come to-day. Then shall the eyes of thy dead wife gaze back What solace hast thou, God, in all thy heavens And without fear thy soul shall rest with God. But turn unto thy God by day and night. Oh beautiful bride, what is the form of thy friend, that thou say The hour wherein thou desireth my love, I shall hasten to meet thee. 34762 The gaze of the great world, he breathed the air For many a long, sad night and weary day. They come upon the mind like some wild air But these, like sunset clouds, fade soon; ''tis vain In the time of my childhood ''twas like a sweet dream Like the death-music of his coming doom, To deem a song, like bugle-tones in battle, Wander''d about the rooms like things divine, Young thoughts have music in them, love Your brow, like his, a field of thought, Linked hand in hand, like loves and graces, Round the dear head they''ve loved so long. Like maidens'' on their bridal days. Ere their life''s morning hours are gone-And, like diamonds, making night''s darkness seem day. Come here to speed with smiles life''s summer years, The spirit of the land, and, like the wind, They have gone, like life''s first pleasures, 35098 No life, but love, which is a bitter grief. The cold eyes of your heart to light the fire. Heart-drops bespread along love''s cruel way Came the dark wind of evening silver-starred-We still may find, dear heart, the sun''s bequest, Night holds a single moon, day one desire-Her golden sun; and life a love supreme, ''Tis here, my Sun, in love''s last hour extreme, A wondrous moon-flower waking of a heart. Violet and pale grass-green, the Spring-time dies Nature holds out her wide, sweet heart to him; As the white stars their sky, your lips'' pale line Life is a song, lift up your care-free face As a false love and a dismantled heart. In her wise heart she takes that little Joy, At last the tree''s whole heart with love is crowned-The rose-red flowers warm against the leaves, Gnarled like a wind-blown tree; your star-bright eyes 35188 And keen far eyes like the high eagle Like the water rolling up the white sands Of sign love talk, of eyes asking great gifts, Comes a great Chief from tribes of the far North, Then he sent a little gray bird to the spirit world Like the shining water flower face of far lakes, Medicine Man, the face of the Great Sachem I gathered the white flower riding like a spirit canoe The Chief of a high mountain tribe far north of us, On the sands of the great sea water in the deep bay, Was like the beauty of the Great Spirit Coüy-oüy held the water flower in high triumph; And burned Coüy-oüy, the little sacred red bird; I saw in my face great beauty like high magic, As the sign was in the deep eyes of Star Face, The Great Chief looked into my eyes and said: 3525 Thou flower-folded, golden-girdled, star-crowned Queen, My lonely heart has listened for thee long; Thy measured foot-fall, ringing light and clear I pray thee lay thy golden girdle down, Dear Music, while I hear thee play Now let thy heart beat time to their slow measure Thy soul in calm content shall fall asleep, Let go the thoughts that bind thee to thy grief: Thou still canst lay thee down in peace and sleep, In music to the burdened heart of love. Not far thou lookest, but thy sight is clear; Where stars like angel eyes were shining clear. And let me find in loving thee, my best. For that thy face is fair I love thee not; What land could hold my love from thee away. "But, Lord, I fain would know, which loves Thee best?" Thou shalt fish for minnows all thy life!" So let her heart, on Thee at rest, 35479 ''Tis the Cross of the South, which shall ever remain, Let them honor and save the land of the brave, The day has come again, when men who love the beauteous South, Shall ever win this Southern land, to cripple, bind, and rule; And, through the help of God, the Wrong shall perish by the Right. Thy proud young heart is beating high He''s gone to fight the battles of our darling Southern land; And God be with the laddie, who was true in heart and hand, To the voice of old Columbia, till she wronged his native land! And God be with the banner of those gallant Southern braves! _The land of the South is the home of the free!_ Thy stars shall cheer each eye, Thy folds shall wave o''er land and sea, Thy stars shall light our victory Fondly I love thee, dear land of the South! 35667 their branches of brown and yellow moth-flowers. bitterness of wind, and sky shining gusts from the south broken against cold winds-the old skin of wind-clear scales dropping leaving the city behind, out to the green hill-dashed thirty feet high, caught by the lake wind, that holds them in the air, wave-white small red handful: the dirt of these parts, rain, rock, light, trees--divided: trees counter rain-light-rocks or-trees counter rain-light-rocks or-the great silent bald head of her little-eyed husband! whole day in a car the like of which some old fellow Winds of the white poppy! Some leaves hang late, some fall Love is a young green willow like a winter wind...! of yellow sprays, green spikes of leaves, red pointed petals yellow, white and red, a white tree dark green and light. trees of white flowers. Black is split at once into flowers. small fire, white flowers!--Agh, 35714 Kept by sweet loving words in proper bounds; But, come to think, this love is all I have: And one you know, can''t live on love alone; But, starve for love, and when doth come relief? Warms till, as love directs, its living proves-Yes, when love fills the heart, behold how strong, Then love supplies a purpose and desire, Then love doth make him strong. If thou dost love me, darling, tell me so; ''Tis little schoolboys talk of love. A loving fellow, though his head You talk of love and lovers bold, My loving heart I''d fondly tied. The wealth of a loving maiden''s sigh; For the wealth of a sister''s love, The loving word and kiss; She meets love''s sweet caress and cheering kiss, I shall not feel thy love, and if I should, As thou dost love me, seek and cheer the hearts 36051 Whitman''s ideal of an American poetry so free and strong and poem was an objective thing, to Walt Whitman poetry was an act of His meanings, emotions, experiences, love and wonder of future, and especially the poems of democracy and social love, it Walt Whitman composed wonderful passages about universal social intense and lovely than the passions and real meanings of his life. eagerness of their hearts flowed freely out like a child''s through their love that kept a light in Poe''s sombre heart--we enter somewhat people--the mood that loves with a curious wonder the poised and perfect If love came warm and burning to your dream, Hours when I love you, are like tranquil pools, Death is more tranquil than the life of love, Hearts, hands and voices pouring you love. Your eyes were gem-like in that dim deep chamber O sun-tanned king with thy blue eyes over the sea, 36094 Written after the United States entered the war, fighting on the Our country needed fighting men, My country needs brave fighting men, But the thing that worries me night and day, Written for Decoration Day, May 30, 1918. A wreath of flowers, a little thing The poems and story of Masata in part second of this book were written And sing there the live-long day; Away o''er the hills in the valley green And I know t''is but a little way Then our wedding day in the spirit land Masata was an Indian boy, he lived on the banks of the Ohio River in taking over the land very fast, and when Masata was ten years old his The days soon became filled with interesting things for Masata. While Masata was still a young "brave" their chief died and after a great ceremony, Masata was made Chief of the tribes, and was known as 36149 That looked like a man with a golden beard Then life whirled me away like a leaf, But days like this, until my heart A lassie tells a man that God is love, So far as we know he dreamed and worked with hands And the moon rose up like a great white bird, For the heart that knows life''s little wiles Of thought in your eyes like light that interweaves And a light comes in your eyes like a passing ghost, Your look in life, you thing of flesh alone! And whether the man I saw one time was leaving But the face of William the Great was fashioned by life and thought; Life pours more wine in the heart of man Life waits till the heart has lived too much Her face is like a light that runs Her soul is like a quiet sea 36168 times a day threads in and out of the blue water-way and visit adjacent saintly soul, to cast its dying petals, like a white rose, wind-shaken sentient life shall be folded up like a scroll and effaced from heaven''s young girl with face like a rose and the form of a Juno--could anything throwing one; the shipwrecked soul wants a heart like rock, rather than the little difficulties out of her way, be on hand when she comes home may, but don''t talk it over with everyone you meet, like an old woman strawberries; girls all in white (for the day was warm), like June man, with a yellow beard, comes to the ticket window and looks out like shall make women look less like guys, and to encounter a rainy day in and by, when she is a good man''s wife and a brave boy''s or sweet girl''s lots like her, too, in the world to-day). 3628 And I saw from a bower a face like a flower But my hopes died away like the last gleams of day, She thought of the old home far away; An old man sits dreaming to-night, The long day passed, the dark night came; "God knows," the man said afterward, God knows I have loved you dearly, To know that while the world grew old ''Tis long good-nights in tender lights, As a beautiful woman is fair to man''s sight-And but in dreams love-kisses burn the lip,-So does my heart, which thought it loved of yore, Of dreams of love that came before I KNEW, I know man likes to think a woman clay, My human heart pulsed blood by night and day, All the beauty of that other love life seems; Where we loved before God fashioned night or day. She said, "I know the way. 36305 A DAY WITH WALT WHITMAN. clear grey-blue eyes were bright with a "wild-hawk look,"--his face was outdoor Nature, has approximated so closely as Whitman to the "shows of humiliating lesson one learns, in serene hours, of a fine day or night. man or woman with the open air, the trees, fields, changes of seasons--the sun by day and the stars of heaven by night." And, while The big grey man expanded almost visibly in the sun-steeped air, as he And thus, all Whitman''s finest poems have a processional air, like the light, air, trees, etc., is not to be realized through eyes and mind life of the woods, the strong day''s work, life of the woods, the strong day''s work, One last longing, loving look he cast upon the creek before returning In the day, in the night, to all, to each, O day and night, passage to you! 3650 If we define poetry as the heart of man expressed in beautiful language, He told our nation that in the new world as well as in the old some men Poe loved sad beauty and meditated on the sad things in life. comparison with the song of a man who sings because "the heart is so full High souls like those far stars that come in sight ''Tis life to feel the night-wind They fought like brave men, long and well; Thy voice sounds like a prophet''s word, Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride And he saw her hair, like the brown sea-weed, As theirs, I lay, like them, my best gifts on thy shrine! As long as Nature shall not grow old, Or like that sound which night and day "His verse blooms like a flower, night and day; 36508 That stage which shall not know thy smile again, His heart, as mine in time not far away; Shadow-filled sails of dreams, sliding over the blue-grey ocean, Far from the rock-edged shore where willow-green waves are rushing, His soul away, his love, all his desire In men''s hearts the mad gods rise And some strange souls perchance shall read of thee, The feet of youth and love shall pass, And pale like a moon in the lurid day; Into the sea of dark; a far-off bell O Love the laughing, Youth the rose-in-hand, Shall flower then the beauty of your face? Shall flower then the beauty of your face? Can the heart love still when ''tis dead? Rose like the yellow light of morning in the sky. Of him whose dark eyes laughed their love to mine. All night it sorrowed in the dark alone, All things that knowing beauty for a day 36831 [Illustration: a tree with a bird in it (front cover)] A SYMPOSIUM OF CONTEMPORARY AMERICAN POETS ON BEING SHOWN A PEAR-TREE Aside from watching the Pear-Tree and the Grackle, my other principal Arthur Guiterman _A Tree with a Bird in It: Rhymed Review_ 101 It''s not your bird or pear tree, There was a grackle sat on our old pear tree-And now we shall never know, though we watch the tree till April, There were three green birds on the tree, there were three wailing Though the cook said the noise was a tree and a bird ... I tie my shoes politely, a salute to this bird in his pear-tree; To come and say a poem on a Grackle in a Tree: Then I saw a pear-tree, a fowl, a bird, Possessed a Tree with a Bird in it, And sing of what the Tree and Bird did. 37371 With flowers like moons or sylphide wings From thy sweet heart that rose, Such days as break the wild bird''s heart; Shy wild-flowers fair by hill and burn; A kiss on the cheek that warmed its white rose, Sweet priceless wild flowers blue and gold The high heart like a jewel Like the white, full heart of night, Like fair maidens white and weak,-Like one in sleep, who, wild to weep, Your heart, your life was in the wild, Like the high gods who quaff deep golden bowls Thy long, sweet, reddened leaves that burn and die Star-like beautiful. Night deeps of hair thy brow to crown; No god-like life so sweet as lost to lie All the wild sight deep in thy perilous eyes Turned to the one white star,--which like a stone A white, sweet, lovely face and passed away From glorious eyes; a face like gracious nights, 3757 For the perfect sweetness of her flower-like face; My heart is turning home again, and there I long to I love the old white farmhouses nestled in New Knowing not who thou wert, till the touch of thy All of thy flowers and birds and forests and flowing waters Like organ-music comes the deep reply: And made thee, Milton, by thy years of pain, Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls A man too wise to let his heart grow old! For look, sweet heart, here are the early flowers, Her lips are like a lovely song, A little land of love and joy and rest, A little house of peace and joy and love Of Love with open heart, and make this plea: Our very heart-beats praise the Love that leads Clear in your dreams of me the light of love is "The place I loved and liked the best 37852 verses are reprinted from _Songs for a Little House_(1917), Dear little house, dear shabby street, Of those brown eyes that I love best, Dear sweet, when dusk comes up the hill, The old-time dairy maids are dear to every poet''s heart-Can come from her fat little purse! Such little, puny things are words in rhyme: I know not how I thought those days so fair Watch them like stars set in a lonely sky, _My eyes still pine for the comely line_ _My eyes still pine for the comely line_ SONG FOR A LITTLE HOUSE SONG FOR A LITTLE HOUSE SONG FOR A LITTLE HOUSE The little Plumpuppets are those I love best. The little Plumpuppets know just what they''re at; The little Plumpuppets know just what they''re at; Dear Mrs. Brown said what she liked Poor little lass, who knows not A little land, yet loved therein 37980 paper little locks of her children''s hair,--had left its permanent and From the Poet''s study, a spacious, sunny room upon the ground floor, The Poet began his day, so long as age and health permitted, by a brisk Whereon shall no man work, but play; Of apparent failure or success he recked little, believing, like Like the dusk in evening skies! Like the dusk in evening skies! It sounds to him like her mother''s voice, Not for long, however, might Longfellow remain undisturbed in his man," he said, "a perfect stranger, came with an omnibus full of ladies. Burned the broad sky, like a prairie, dining-room, and the children would sit at a little table on the musical voice, to his steady blue-grey eyes, to the "innate charm of But the man was even more, and better than the poet; so much so that a And thou shalt know ere long, 37999 Almost the last time I saw him he said, "I''m coming round the severe recluse, but just a good, kind old man who "was loved by the A White Rose said, "How fair am I. Long years ago Time tripping came And now I know Time has no friends, And said, "Dear friend, do you intend Come, tell me truly, fair-haired youth, Do her eyes flash love, her lips speak truth? Mr. Mulligatawny said, "I don''t know what to say." William Mulligatawny said, "I don''t know what to do." Dainty little Love came tripping Dainty little Love came tripping Dainty little Love went sighing Dainty little Love went sighing Who said, "Little honeysuckle, come up to me." Then the loving little honeysuckle vine Then remember the man of the days of old But the Little Cat said, "No, no; The Rollicking Mastodon said one day, Said the Little Peetookle: "Dear me! 38410 Through stars and deeps I watched the dream unroll, Green light that orbs them like an outer sea, For world and star that find thy ways more deep Far-drifting world and sun, Thou wast ere ever star put out on thee; What suns and worlds have been thy prey What worlds unborn shall dare thy strength, O thou whose hands pluck out the light of stars, Eternal winds shall touch him with their wings; Till end of suns, and sunless death of years, That bind all deeps, all suns, all days and darks. The night take form upon the face of suns, Dark to the gaze of moons and suns, The gods that haunt like dreams each planet''s youth-Like the wind of the motion of the world. From pallid skies more death-like than the gloom. Like the first tinge of death, upon a sun Like senile suns that grapple with the dark, 38475 The present edition of the poetical works of Philip Freneau was begun at The nature of the undergraduate work done by Princeton in Freneau''s time The scene of Freneau''s new labors was the famous old school near In the early summer of 1775, Freneau suddenly appeared in New York as a several notable long poems, like "Santa Cruz" and "The House of Night." author or cause of bringing Freneau from New York; or he might be a man of action travelling over lands and seas, a poet who caught A letter[16] written by Freneau from New York, to Madison, dated "_The time shall come, when numerous years are past, "_The time shall come, when numerous years are past, And hopes the day when Britain''s sons shall spread Perpetual war with man: Fair fruits shall bloom Perpetual war with man: Fair fruits shall bloom [59] Freneau mentions in this poem that it was printed in New York in 38529 For this great loss my soul in tears shall flow." Sir Henry Clinton was left in command of New York City, July 5, 1777, Another Canto, friend, shall let you know. make this pass, I shall become a prisoner of war to you in appearance, think myself safe till such times as I get within the British lines _Maj. André._ I shall hardly have time; however, I will wait half an _3rd P._ And how shall we pass the time till they come? In thy great soul what god-like virtues shine, Shall curse the day you languished to be great; And in a new world the root shall be planted, And I, like other dogs, shall have my day; the arms of Great Britain and changed the title to _Rivington''s New York She would return some New year''s day, Or, shall I to the shore, while day remains, (The care of man shall life impart)-- 38766 Where the great sea, hollowed by the hand of man Of this strange land for strong men''s feet,-A far white wall, like fallen moon, A deep ship''s hold of plundered gold! The red men rose at night. The red men swept that deep, dark shore Strong men of land, strange men of sea, God''s heaped-up gold of land or sea Like graceful, waving sea-green moss,-His love-land has ladies, with eyes held down,-For weary, sweet souls on their way to God. In that far land, then like the dove Come, take this gold, and be of men,-Men gathered gold on every hand,-"Long live the land we loved in youth,-"Can true hearts love some far snow-land, Give light of love; for gold is cold, By sea or land, by sun or snow, This man who loves, grasps hold of gold, Some like this old man with his gold,-- 38880 Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee; All Thy works shall praise Thy name in earth and sky and sea. Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, God keep thee frae thy mother''s faes, All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye. Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye. Shall come on the wide, unbounded sea! Flowers of Thy heart, O God, are they; Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee, God said in heaven, "Nor day nor night Shall joy to listen to thy distant sweep, "''Tis well thou''rt come back to keep thy day: God with thee be, or I shall see When shall I come to thee? When shall I come to thee? The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; 39032 Nor sad heart-stories tell, who know no grief, _NOW I can sing of life, whose days are brief, As that which came in those old days How the old sights and sounds come thronging Tired heart, ''tis but in dreams I turn my feet, How cold, like a shadow across the heart, His place is lost, the old church passed away; Heart, dost thou hear not in those pauses fall That through the soft gloom shine like tear-bright eyes Thou art a prophet, like to those of old, IF I should look for the time o'' day FOREVER, like a heart that knows no peace, Work of an idle time, the summer of life''s long year; For as I stand and gaze, dreaming of those lost days, "WHEN she comes home," I thought with throbbing heart, And thought, oh, heart and oh, life of man Hide me away from the day''s white face, 39909 1797 when he left New York and went for a time to Charleston, South Sought no new worlds, nor look''d beyond to-day: The Rising Empire: a Poem." Two days later the New York _Daily Freneau issued proposals for a new volume of poems, presumably to bear pen of Freneau a long article entitled "Description of New-York one Hall." The seat of the national government was at this time in New York title, "Epistle to a Desponding Sea-man." Text from the edition of 1809. [D] George III.--_Freneau''s note._ New plans they form''d for war or power, editor of New York _Daily Advertiser_, xlvii, iii. New London, iii. Banished Man, iii. Lines on the New Theatre, iii. Lines Written at Sea, iii. New Age, iii. New England Sabbath-Day Chase, iii. New Year''s Eve, iii. New Year''s Verses, 1798, iii. To a Very Little Man, iii. Rights of Man, iii. War of 1812, iii. 4006 Having a heart love thrilled, and sorrow wrung, When hearts that shelter love are light, But the old love woke in her heart again, Sweet smile he gave her when he said good night-And of the faithful heart there tossed away one day, Good night--nay, turn your eyes away; But when the days grow long with bitter sorrow, The day is near when thy fond heart will miss me; Cry, heart, like a child at night, To sing sweet lute-like songs which all may hear. My heart to-day is like a southern wood, Of days like this; they are too heavenly fair. My heart is like a ship that finds no rest, And back to my heart comes the past like a dream. And the sunlight seems like the smile of God. Alone I stand and sorrowful hearted; That I, like my heart, had died. 40560 Long-headed and kind-hearted, in such cases Who swallowed hook and line like any man. To fair Salomé, tho she cut him dead. To doctors since, no fame like his doth cling: They''ve saved a little for a rainy day! And to what purpose will have lived thy men (The dear, old gate that never gave away Poor, little, tired Girlie, you''ve worked at your play A sweet-faced Mother kissing you "Good Night"! Till Light of Freedom is the Guiding Star Some day when the war is ended When Love and Friendship, heart and hand, are bound, But Devils, like men, reach the ends of their ropes, And the brave little son, who gave up his life Like a thousand old men you maim and abuse. Since all my own Loved Ones lie murdered to-day? Who had the love of ev''ry man on earth, I like the good old-fashioned way-- 40598 Said the Man from the East, "Leave the Christmas dinner and "He must have dreamed," the good man said, We ever took the sunset way--as late birds thither fly! Like leaves the little hands were tossed and thrown, My little babe hath said: The little Prince who shall be King, All through the little snow-white town (Said the finch), "we birds have been singing all year, "Next year," said one, "the wind shall seek, He was six years old, just six that day, Us children liked the little kid, oh, yes! Us children liked the little kid, oh, yes! The Little Mothers all looked up, With them it lives, their little day; All babies, I think, love old Mother Fur; WHAT THE BIRD-MOTHER SAID WHAT THE BIRD-MOTHER SAID ''Tis a sad day for you, little mother!" When the Little Girl said Good by, When the Little Girl said Good by, 409 When gentler strains demand thy graceful song, Great Maro''s strain in heav''nly numbers flows, So long, great Sir, the muse thy praise shall sing, Thy pray''rs, great saint, and thine incessant cries How sweet thine anthems, how divine thy joys! "Go thou with heav''n and victory on thy side: And thy great God, the cause of all adores. Let thy first thoughts be praises to the skies. Then, mourner, cease; let hope thy tears restrain, Say in thy breast shall floods of sorrow rise? To dry thy tears how longs the heav''nly muse! SAY, heav''nly muse, what king or mighty God, Great God, what light''ning flashes from thine eyes? Do thou exert thy pow''r, and change the scene; Such is thy pow''r, nor are thine orders vain, Where, like the prophet, thou shalt find thy God. There shall thy tongue in heav''nly murmurs flow, That fain thy soul to heav''nly scenes would raise. 41016 Thinking, luck to thy bonnet, thou Bonnie Dundee! What wouldst thou have a good great man obtain? Like a love-lighted watch fire, all night at the gate. Proud bird of the mountain, thy plume shall be torn! Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes; Thy long-lost praise thou shalt regain; Ere he faded before thee, the friend of thy heart? To lay down thy head like the meek mountain lamb; Like the last great day that''s yet to come. Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. Save the squadron, honor France, love thy wife, the Belle And thou, who, o''er thy friend''s low bier Thou''rt like themselves sae lovely, Yes, thy proud lords, unpitied land, shall see Flow gently, I''ll sing thee a song in thy praise; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: So little to be loved, and thou so much, 41162 "_Make-strong old dreams lest this our world lose heart._" Of the old ways of men have I cast aside. She hath called me from mine old ways She hath drawn me from mine old ways, To leave the old barren ways of men, Eyes, dreams, lips, and the night goes. That tramp old ways beneath the sun-light, Of air and sea and light his soul''s far reach So hath the boon been given, by the poets of old time My pulses run, knowing thy thought hath passed Old poets skilless in the wind-heart runes, I have loved my God as a child at heart I have loved my God as maid to man To meet your God as the night winds meet [Footnote 6: Sword-rune "If thy heart fail thee trust not in me."] Sendeth old dreams of the spring-time, Great God, if we be damn''d to be not men but only dreams, 41955 see you now, away beyond the seas, beyond the lands where the sun goes new as if but half-fashioned from the hand of God. All the time as I tread this strange land I re-live those scenes, and "It looks so like a sea," said he. "It looks just like a dried-up sea." The black men bow''d, the long oars bent, Were his, the gray old man, that day Like far sweet songs that come to us, Like darkness from the face of day, They rode like men gone mad, they fled, The black men cried, "The sea!" They bow''d Old Morgan eyed his men, look''d back And look''d his black men in the face. Like far blown seas that flood and flow. And men did look and cry, "The sea!" The black men look''d up from the sands There rose from white sands and dead men A land where never red man''s hand 42265 Silent Life were printed in 1907, and I have left only 160 copies for Man doth behold thee, and the fearful speed Afar from earth--thy all-beholding face Who seeing thee, thy face again may see, Thy age is all unknown--man can but guess The time when first the Sun thy circle set-And with thy flaming, god-like pen of light And learn what we thy nation need to fear, Grant us thy counsel (for thou art with God) Let thy tender accents ring I have been far away from the Delaware''s shore, For Love sings one sweet song, At thy heart''s door today, Full happy be thy days, For thy many braves so fair Lights up thy face from pane and door Thy bosom like a dream. Now midnight comes, and on thy shore Where yet thy shadows play. And voice as sweet as a little child-- 42306 And soon the sun, like some great hearth is burning, A voice like Spring is calling: Let us go Come walk a mile with me--''Tis merry May-time; Come walk a mile with me--''Tis June,--fair June-day, Spring-time is passing--Summer is a-coming, Come walk a mile with me--''Tis sweet September; Come walk a mile with me--''Tis dark December; Our hopes, like snow-flakes, now are falling fast, E''er mortal man thy voice did hear And thou, Niagara, e''er thy spirit die, Till the dear angels learn like thee to pray The hills are white with lovely light, Love of country is the life of war; Love of country is the life of war; Peace loves day, but war loves night; Peace loves calmness, war--to fight Till all the earth of peace shall sing. Till all the earth of peace shall sing. For, if thy wealth the world sweet peace may give, 42330 Shall their chill smile still face the wind, that blows Shall still live on--though our sweet love be dead. I did not think my heart could love thee more, Nor find sweet rest by night or peace by day, I dreamed that love came, as the oak trees grow, I know not, now, if love be lost, or dead. Sweet Death shall see my heart and comprehend The sun rose dimly thro'' the pallid rain, Dear Heart--and have we strength to face the day? Sweet Lady Night is paling white. A Man once loved a Woman, in the days of old, Tho'' they murmured still their love, hand and heart loth to part. The rose is dead--and what became of love! Tossing wide Love''s golden hair-See through these eyes the sweetness of the day, For I gazed in the deeps of Love''s eyes, Knows no more sun than falls from my white hand. 42392 to step stately and look like a million dollars, the old plug stumbles _A New Year Greeting in which the Jumbler hopes to meet you soon._ That he''d like to be a bigger, better man. And he feels the man he''d really like to be. every thing I read, the sugar-coated life''s prescribed as man''s most _The Jumbler, with one eye on the calendar, tells the thoughts he The things you feel, the thoughts you think. I love you, dear, to beat the Dutch! I sure should like to live there, for I''d have time for DREAMS. But never were eyes just like yours dear. But none has a smile just like yours, dear. Dear loves that are dead, hear me say it: And daily beg, "Dear, please come ride." I''d like to talk of lots of things-"All right," said the men, "we''ll sure get you yet!" 424 And blind eyes opened on a new, sweet world. Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay,-God loves this rebel city, God loves the golden leopard Scorned, I sit with half shut eyes all day-"My star and I, we love thee, little child." Stars of all hearts, lead onward thro'' the night All hearts of the earth shall find new birth O great heart of God, O little heart of God, Wild thundering heart of God Or feast like kings till midnight, drinking deep. And shall he mold like dead leaves in the grave? When the Rose-God drinks her soul at last. The Tree of Laughing Bells, or The Wings of the Morning The Tree of Laughing Bells, or The Wings of the Morning Like hearts within my breast Songs shall be sung by us in that good day, At night when sons of Life and Love are born, 42769 To nurse young love in hearts like theirs to birth? The glowing day star of thy glory set-Say, does thy wandering heart stray far away? Couldst thou not sleep upon thy mother''s breast? Was''t thou, ere day dawned, wakened from thy slumbers? I will steal like a thief in thy heart at night, Come with thy musings, and my heart shall be Like her I love; Oh, come in thy full dress, I love thee, Autumn, for thy scenery ere And, like thy fairy visions, robed in light, I feast my light form on thy rapture-breathed sighs, In that moment of darkness, with hope in thy heart, And hear a voice long loved in thy wild minstrelsy. My heart for thee, my pure one, when thy kind voice in it thrills. Tears fall for thee; and at thy early tomb Unto the past, and thee, and thy loved name; 43224 yea, as the sea sings to the night with waves will my words roll in wise men and warriors laid hands upon him, and said, "Who art thou, that of perfect words that thy sons shall wear on their hearts forever." "Verily thy words are rich with song," said the king; "but thou shalt "Nay, let thy heart believe me, oh king my father," said the youth. right hand, and fit thy speech to music, that men may hold in their humanities, that poetry is one of the great arts of expression. Many people do not like poetry, in this way, as a living art to be knows or loves, reaches out to the ends of the earth, things precious to public for poetry in America; one of them wrote to a young poet that the _Welsh Poetry Old and New, in English Verse_, 43406 Galloping thro'' dawn he knows he bears a little god To live and love to-day. My lost heart; come to me, my need is great. They are gone, past recall, like a lovely dream. Dear Love, my Summer, come back to me. The little one who loved the sun To love you seared; I have no happy days Thanking dear Life for its light and its beautiful hours? Our house to live and love in?--Shall it be I saw the days like little silver moons Where lovely thoughts might take new shape and bloom,-Your lovely life will tarnish in a day? That lovely passion''s face so soon is grey, My love and you to Time, and you shall live I''ll carry no love in my gypsy heart Little you know, then, love is the cloak living poet the high adjective, Vergilian.--_New York A volume of passionate love poems written by a true poet. 4399 This edition of "A Few Figs from Thistles" contains several poems And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, He laid his darling hand upon her little black head, Sue tells her love what he''s thinking of,-Sue''s man''s mind is like good jell-And Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue And, "Little Sorrow, weep," said I, "And, Little Sin, pray God to die, As far as gloom went in that room, My little Sorrow would not weep, My little Sin would go to sleep-I think I should have loved you presently, Spread like a chart my little wicked ways. Who would have loved you in a day or two. Were you not lovely I would leave you now; I shall forget you presently, my dear, So make the most of this, your little day, I shall forget you, as I said, but now, 442 Eyes that love you, arms that hold, Holy thoughts that star the night. My heart like the bird in the tree My first love gave me singing, Love comes to-night to all the rest, Take my love this April song, Love in my heart was a fresh tide flowing In my heart the old love The eyes of my new love Our love is dying like the grass, Like leaves along the wind. Or love that lives its life with tears Goes like a ghost through the winding years. My heart was full of my new love''s glory,-My heart was full of my new love''s glory,-Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow, Come back like the sea with singing, And I have loved the cold, sweet sea. The thought of you like a strong wind If I can bear your love like a lamp before me, 44444 Thou hast thy growth of blood, that, gushing warm To see thee in glory, O Lord, as thou art, That severed thy child from thee! Where thou may''st claim thy home. Light from the darkness doth thy hand unfold: Did e''er thy good angel turn off, and forget thee? Art thou so distant, visions of thy glory To Thee, who, from darkness, thy children hast stricken, Beneath thy light bark, ever mindful of thee, Thy soul''s chosen Friend never, never will fail thee! Come home, where the eyes beam through tears to behold thee; At last have I found thee, thou dark, rolling sea! Though, whence thy gifts thou may''st not know, When thou like all thy tender kind, Thy life will fail, and thou must fall-I heard thee of thy sorrows tell; I call thee bird, yet thou may''st be To thee and to him thou to-day art crowning. 44962 with the following note: "This poem, written by an American Major John André.] New-York: Printed by James Rivington, MDCCLXXX. edition, printed by Stephen Daye at Cambridge, in New England in 1640. Boston New-England: Printed and sold by Green and Russell, at their Monody, on the death of Gen. George Washington, delivered at the New-York Theatre [sic] on Monday New-York: Printed by John Tiebout, No. 358, Pearl-Street, for New-York: Printed and published by John Low, Providence, in New-England: Printed and sold by William New-York: Printed for the author [1794]. New-York: Printed for the author [1794]. Poems, by Samuel Low. New-York: Printed by T. Boston in New-England, Printed for John Ratcliff, Also printed in _American poems, selected and original_, Also printed in _American poems, selected and original_, Also printed in _American poems, selected and original_, Also printed in _American poems, selected and original_, Also printed in _American poems, selected and original_, 45294 We have, so sweet it like a star doth glisten, It is winter, little children, let the summer, It is winter, little children, let the summer, It is winter, little children, let the summer, For when little children lie fast asleep, The great white wide-winged story-book bird Of the great green Christmas-Tree; The Earth, like a target, hung right in his way?" "A Christmas-tree, young curly-head, "I think you are fooling!" said little Willee. No blue so sweet as that baby''s eyes, |AND where''s the Land of Used-to-be, does little baby wonder? Her eyes were bright blue and her hair was like That can kiss like our baby, or smile, or laugh!" And shall I give it sweetness like the roses?-Like meadow-sweet and bees, if I could make it, Sweet Dorris looked up and said, Not a little bird would have said such a thing-- 4530 Like a dead arm around a warm throat Like flies on a fat white face. The moon in the park like a golden balloon... White hands of God gather the blossoms with fingers that hold me, Cloud fingers like milk in the azure night, The moon stared up from the water like a fish''s eye. Dim gold faces float in the windows. The water is an old gray face that mirrors the springtime. A little white thistle moon A little white thistle moon Winking golden eyes in the twinkles of light, The little town with the pink and white houses The stars drift by like autumn leaves. Like the light of a dead star. Her white feet stir across the shadow. Stars and little faded faces, Death is a little white stone goat. She sits in the sky like a blind white stone, Blank white faces floated back 4549 Refused their rest, thy hands the gifts of life, Thee rash to reach the heart of life, and lie And said: _Because I love thee thou shalt die!_ NAY, lift me to thy lips, Life, and once more Thou''lt lift me to thy lips, Life, and once more Which spread death living, died to purchase life! Than lapse from life''s long lethargy to death Life, like the earth, is now a rounded whole, From life''s long vintage?--Now thou shalt not know." O Death, we come full-handed to thy gate, "Art thou then come to lay thy lips on mine, And pour thy life''s libation out like wine? And give me life, but give it in thy song; Life to the dead: and I would have thee live." Thy life for love, yet for thyself wouldst live. And so my life lies, as the gods let fall But first--like thee!--of some new train of hours, 4556 Filling night so gently, that it dreams Float like a corpse with living, tortured eyes. I walk the bridge of hours from dawn till night Shall I be old and grave and grey? The covers close like window shades Five harsh, black birds in shining bronze come crying The night wind made a mournful sound. Or garnet red, like old Port wine. The souls who, loving beauty, gave you birth, With a chain of passion binding beauty to earth, With more beauty and passion than it can hold, Is like sunlight shining in a quiet place, You shall feel my love like soft light Like souls before God''s wrath, the thirsty night, And like a memory are the wind-swept chords of night, There comes a note like the echoing cry Her feet moved on like heart-beats, All night long the black leaves, one by one, And night stared at me like a fool, 4560 The loving, faulty friend, so close to-day, Like cool airs on the cheek of heated day, And she, my fair and flower-like thing, ''Tis a strange tale to tell a rose like you. I know I shall not stand long at that gate, Come with thy darkness to the healing light, Come with thy bitter, which shall be made sweet, But thou hast kept thy word to-day When once thy day shall burst to flower, And so Thy likeness shall be formed in me, But all night long I lay and smiled Long may thy rosy smile be bright; So when I turn my thoughts from those who shared my dawn of day, With eyes like summer sky, Through storm and sun and night and day, Dear flowers, till we shall dare to part like you, Dreaming and blooming like a guarded rose; Where Thy fair angel stands and waits, 45736 _"Those old French ways of verse making that have been coming into PAYNE, JOHN ''The God of Love'' _New Poems_ 102 now-a-days many a young poet''s crushed life appears only in his verses, examples of the forms-the ballade, rondeau, and triolet being the most ditty, "My true love hath my heart," recalls the rondel, but cannot In most old ballads and folk-songs the refrain comes as a form of the ballade, written with five verses of eleven lines, and The RONDEL is merely the old form of the word rondeau; like _oisel_ for ballade and rondeau; but when it comes three times in eight lines, and Love thou art sweet in the spring-time of sowing Love''s lips shall sing what the day-dreams say O most fair God, O Love both new and old, Sweet love, as fair thou surely art, Of sweet birds singing love-songs old,-- 45760 YOLANDA _The Ward of Berengere, betrothed to Amaury._ _Hassan._ Thy lady and Lord Renier, I say! _Vittia._ It is (_low and ashamed_) that you renounce Amaury''s love. _Yolanda._ Amaury''s love.... _Yolanda._ Amaury''s love.... _Yolanda._ Yes, that I love thee! _Yolanda._ Love thee! _Hassan._ To know of lord Amaury? His spirit--by day and by night come voices that wait. His spirit--by day and by night come voices that wait. _Saul._ But think you, David, I shall lose the kingdom? _David._ Yet reaches not my love to Jonathan! toward_ DAVID, SAUL, JONATHAN, _and the army, returning gold._ DAVID, SAUL, JONATHAN, _Doeg._ "Thy servant David!" King Saul has slain his thousands, David ten! _David._ Thy soul! _David._ It is not Michal speaking; so I wait. _Ahinoam._ I love thee, David. _Ahinoam._ My lord, shall David sing--to ease us? _David._ Merab of Saul! _David._ I know--that Saul would rather _Miriam._ David, contain thy heart. 458 And drink dream-deep life''s heady wine-God knows that yesterday I played the fool; Old selves I dare to lift a singing heart My heart hath known, and thrilled to know, THERE is a legend that the love of God Let us hark to the whispers of love and of death, O beautiful half-god city of visions and love! The beat of the heart of a world. Thy gods brought love? Come forth and gain life and grasp God by foregoing Came forth to the sweet wise silence where soul What lords of life and light hold sway _Shall Death reign the lord of the soul, Born of man''s wish to see God''s face! Prove, then, thy gods in thine own soul; all others'' Of all the worlds, say any earth, like dust a world by a god. Man, god, or devil, I had wrenched the life from 46197 And daily desire to pass the gift of life; The flesh fade flower-like while the soul kept breath And Shelley wrote "Love is like understanding Oh yes, I know this love called spiritual, To work with master hands with love and life. I know, believe me, love for woman calls He acts like a soul new born that quivers Out of our spirits'' love and thought! Of a new life, a great love! Youth and love I bless, said Jesus, Breathes like a bird at rest; the world of men, To give life wings as Time''s last great event: Where neither thought, truth, love nor gifts, nor any flower Who says a thing like that has in his soul In my soul''s love is music. He looks now like a god--who is this man? And why the souls who love the beautiful, Your love, your heart, without I lose some life, 4669 46827 Shall not today''s gold to thy shut eyes seem The sun by day and the moon by night weary Thee; Fair love, around thy heart I know When Death shall touch thy body beautiful, Thy beauty shall not wholly end and cease, Even so, thy life shall be a sleep, And the dead things shall nestle in thy hair, And the dust shall profane thy golden crown, And the worms shall consume thy perfect face; Until the white worms shall be one with thee. Now shall thy body that all men hath fired For evermore thy spirit shall have sleeping. If thou art not a dead corpse in thy sky, And thou, Death, if thy face be really fair, How long, O God, shall these dead corpses rave? And in thy heart the worms lie evermore. O goat-face--Shall I say what was thy death? That thing shall be thy prize. 47934 "Into the Light an old Man steps" 23 With a heart as light, and a voice as gay, And bottles are opened, and glasses are filled. And seeks the battle with a loyal heart. All glasses are raised, when a gentle hand But age which causes the heart to lag But one bitter curse did my wealth uprear The curse of the wine-cup was in his way. The curse of the wine-cup was in his way. The waves rolled high, and the winds beat wild, Seemed to speak to my heart of faith and love; Where I know, whenever this life shall cease, And started forth, with life in hand, And now, young men, an old man''s prayer:-Leave the bright wine in your glasses there; "Friends of my boyhood, the old man''s prayer Shall meet a response in the heart I wear. Light is his heart; his faith is strong; 49721 His love made mortal sorrow light to bear, I take from thy just hand, more worthy love No summons woke thee from thy happy sleep; ''Tis a sad love, like an eternal prayer, That in thy perfect love I learn to live, Thy peace is gone, my soul; thou long must yearn. Thou hast the world, thy virtue, and my pride. But at thy coming all the world grew fair; And from thy noble lips and heart of gold My heart was dying when thy flame of youth And longed for summer and thy light, O sacred Unseen he loved thee; for the heart within him By thy breath tempered and the light that clothes thee, The sacred horror of thy loves and thee. Yet have I loved thy voice, Then if we love thee--for thy heart is pure-Lighting thy heart, and to a wider dream 49888 May thy bright soul take instant wing to heaven, Thy worth shall stand in lieu of ancient blood, "Thou shalt not know thy brother upon earth; Shall save thy brother''s soul." This comfort take But if thy heart, in my long absence won I moved in thy love''s presence as in God''s, Fair angel, are my merits of thy love! Till God and death restore thy liberty." Only the good shall welcome him; thy coming I ask thee to confess: how came thy soul I pity thee; but summon not thy love Thy noble heart is young. The sacred horror of thy loves and thee. Yet have I loved thy voice, Receive thy wage, thou iron-hearted nurse, Did thy great soul, in its immortal sadness, And long life, fair love, to thee! Then if we love thee--for thy heart is pure--Thou Lighting thy heart, and to a wider dream 50310 THE BLATANT BRUTALITY OF LITTLE BOW PEEP 9 THE DISCOURAGING DISCOVERY OF LITTLE JACK HORNER 21 THE MORAL''S made for maidens young Little Bow Peep with a start Is always the way with that kind of a dame!) LITTLE JACK HORNER Jack said she was a miracle. Was what she gave her brother for his Christmas Day repast. THE MORAL: In a farmer''s home Young Simple Simon dwelt (''Tis known the pie of county fairs all other pies excels.) The farmer said with scorn: THE MORAL lies before our eyes. Said he, "I''m called Italian, just The neighbors said: "So strange a thing And said: "Just wait, my son!" Coal day when I get left." Said they: "What''s good enough for Sprats Said the steward: "The thing to tempt the King The King in surprise said: "Dozens of pies "It''s a curious thing," said the merciful King, Or some day you will be like most 52456 "What mean these words?" The king''s voice, cold "Art thou so upright, and by God made free But thou, my father, shall not thy name be And the king said: "Thou livest! Go to thine house and wait until thou know The king''s hand follows when his voice says, Go." Ben Ali rose, thinking, "My time was brief;" That thou, Ben Ali, wisdom''s flower in youth, Came to the river, and Ben Ali said: Lest the king''s darkened days on darkness fall I pray thee, speak as bearing love to me, There was a man whom a king loved, and heard "Let justice be with God and with the king, Answered the king, slow-voiced, with brooding eyes. Wilt Thou at night look down, remembering me? How in Thy nights, O God, to smile and sleep? Of old philosophies, of love''s soft ways Are the merry May flowers that long for thy feet. 52457 I know the storied gates where love was told, Forever growing, in the lands of God. THE NEW WORLD Till one God, one hope, one rule of life be great If all things come so easy, Bill, they''d hev but little When a letter come one day that said they''d started Fer ev''ry night dat a boat can run I takes de wheel We''d fit all day till de sun was low an'' I t''ought de An'' I knowed, fer de firs'' time in me life, how deep Dat a man ''ll go broke fer de woman he loves er ye''ll have to fight fer yer lives." An'' the buck he see the time had come fer him an'' Like a man that''s lost an'' weary on the mountain May she hear the good God calling her: "Co'' day! Stood by the Prophet, afraid, like a soul that has 54003 There ain''t no great good comes of speakin'' the words so _polite_, So you joined hands with one you loved, when we to the cross-road came, I flung at him hot words of scorn, I turned my face away. O Rob, good-by; a solemn one!--''tis till the Judgment-day. When HE looked on her hard work, and saw that ''twas good. And there''s nothing like an old tune to make the heart beat high. And there''s nothing like an old tune to make the heart beat high. And there''s nothing like an old tune to make the heart beat high. And there''s nothing like an old tune to make the heart beat high. "ALICE, THE COUNTRY MAIDEN, WITH THE SWEET, LOVING FACE, "ALICE, THE COUNTRY MAIDEN, WITH THE SWEET, LOVING FACE, "ALICE, THE COUNTRY MAIDEN, WITH THE SWEET, LOVING FACE, Home to the hearts that are yearning to-day? (God bless his dear old sweet progressive heart! 54719 Be thy bright heart, not ashen Time, Among the dewy leaves my longing is thy guest. "_I miss thee to-night, while thou smoulderest low._" Therefore sleep safe, thou dear and battling spirit, Thou dost reproach me with thy sunset look, It pulls upon my heart till the wild tears fall. And unto he knows not what: "THOU art!" As too oft across thy heart flits the too familiar light, LIGHT thou hast of the moon, So on my passing life is thy long-passèd touch, Pass thy tree in the evening Eyes too far away, and too full of longing! For the care thou art to me, I thy lover Forget thy few, who would be where thou art. In thy far-going dream. Diviner run thy shallows than of old;-That with thy saints and thee I may consort; Corrode thee quite, thy lover sighs, and straight 579 58080 university of kansas city review, new york times and when the nights grow long and cold where time is green and space big-bellied descending on bells, sky voices and wind nights, here is heart space, here clouds rise between life I love who know the heart''s unease while leaves on a red tree flamed like summer sigh or puff of winter air dusk I love who know the morning''s light the night''s darkness, the black and white heart was head and hands were feet here before old loves know like wind through pines and love and life and yes again in the city of the mind thoughts like these long years I lay as one whose night no night no day no night no day one needs to know trees like a tree everything changes: hands feet eyes the face I thought the years had turned to stone 58207 _Behold This Dreamer_ was originally published in 1959 by Editorial Jus Harper''s Bazaar, Literary Review, Mexican Life, Naked Ear, New Mexico Times, Nimrod, Odyssey, Outposts, Personalist, Poetry Chapbook, Prairie An artist''s eye shall peer_ _Then white silence like a nun A billion stars shall gush_ _When time redeems mortality And melt through solid glass, like night._ _Where eyes are fins and sound is leap, [Editorial note: The author''s literary executor discovered in Elizabeth Elizabeth Bartlett (1911-1994) was an American poet and writer noted http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Bartlett_%28American_poet%29. * Creation of a new form of poetry, "the twelve-tone poem," adapting * Publication of 16 books of poetry, a group of edited anthologies, and Bartlett�s poetry came to the attention of leading poets, writers, and About the same work, critic Paul Jordan-Smith wrote: "Your poems were detailed information about his life and work, see the Wikipedia article information about his life and work, see the Wikipedia article 58741 _The House of Sleep_ was originally published in 1975 by Autograph "Good night, sweet dreams, see you tomorrow." Like a pillow filled throughout the night I saw hands at work everywhere, "I like her poems; they think, and they mean what they say." "The new form is most interesting; the poems beautiful The poems in this book are written in a new form--they http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Bartlett_%28American_poet%29. * Creation of a new form of poetry, "the twelve-tone poem," Bartlett''s poetry came to the attention of leading poets, writers, Bartlett''s twelve-tone form of poetry was introduced in her book, _Twelve-Tone Poems_, published in 1968. 12-tone poem is a new form.... About this work, Allen Tate wrote: "The new form is most twelve-tone poems by poets, musicians, and composers including of 62 poems related to dreams and written in the new form. A third collection of twelve-tone poems, _In Search of Identity_, A fourth collection of twelve-tone poems was published 591 Author of "Rivers to the Sea", "Love Songs", etc. "I Have Loved Hours at Sea" "I Have Loved Hours at Sea" I have loved hours at sea, gray cities, And the great look of love, long hidden, Like dark petals blown from a tree; I know a bright world of snowy hills at Boonton, With the winter sun drawing cold blue shadows from the trees. Places I love come back to me like music-Places I love come back to me like music-Is like the souls of people who were drowned at sea, Like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind. Was like my first look at the sea. As rain beats down the bright, proud sea, With earth and heaven a dark, blue flower, Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me-The night-wind murmurs of the sea "Rivers to the Sea", 1915; "Love Songs", 1917. 592 "Bird, do you dream of our home-coming day High in the sky shines a field as wide as the world. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the cause of war in all ages. While the Tiger Trees roared of the glories of old, Deep are the days the old arts bring: And here lived old King Silver Dreams, her own stage business for King Solomon, The Potatoes'' Dance, has chanted John Brown and King Solomon for the last two years Men''s Leader: The Queen of Sheba came to see King Solomon. Women''s Leader: The Queen of Sheba asked him like a lady, Men''s Leader: King Solomon made answer to the lady, Men''s Leader: King Solomon made answer to the lady, Men''s Leader: King Solomon he asked the Queen of Sheba, Men''s Leader: King Solomon he asked the Queen of Sheba, Men''s Leader: King Solomon, Men''s Leader: King Solomon, 59474 The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while. All day long in the brook''s uneven bed, It''s little I know what''s in my heart, What''s in my mind it''s little I know, I wish I could walk for a day and a night, "Come again, little girl!" they called, and I And broke my heart, in little ways. ''Tis not love''s going hurts my days, But that it went in little ways. And she will not know how all day long between Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that. Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that. The love that stood a moment in your eyes, Loving you less than life, a little less Will know I love you, whether or not I do. I shall remember you with love, or season I cannot say what loves have come and gone, 595 No purer love may mortals know than this, Her holy love that, like a vestal flame Had you but eyes to read within my soul.-Since like two souls at compt we seem to stand, A spot to dream in, love in, waste one''s hours! High-hearted, witty, laughter-loving France! Love dies; hate cools; the Caesars come and go; Into the darkness, poets of a day; Our hearts are heavy and our eyes are dimmed. These neither death nor time shall dim, Sad words that shall be said some day-Whose breath sweeps mortal things away, May know what sweet majestic face A blind man knows the night, To brave men who hold life a thing of God. I know her wilful--her light head quite turned Though she that passed had lips like pinks. Hypatia--ah, what lovely things Who know the midnight of her eyes? If I speak of night or day, 596 LOOK back with longing eyes and know that I will follow, Lift me up in your love as a light wind lifts a swallow, IN my heart the old love Open your dreams to my love and your heart to my words, His song brought love as April brings the bird, Love in my heart is a cry forever I AM free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn, I love you, I give you my light to keep. I love to think that never tears at night I LOVE my hour of wind and light, I love men''s faces and their eyes, For while I wait for love to come, The slow white stars will pass by night, Girls shall come in whom love has made aware Love, that came laughing from the elder seas, And cried to Love, from whom the sea is sweet, 59739 of this life proclaim time an end, time moves unfulfilled and blind At times words fail your Time was a place, we remember, of glass through which he came like hurtling stone caught in a shower of light that fell on hands of time and space, aware of other tides Her eyes an open darkness. a garden like the days of her truthhood--green, Cracked like their hands and cups, who knew when its seams to catch the empty hand of time, to ease the burdened heart of time, and melt through solid glass, like night. Down the dark beach I ran, I stripped; time they attacked, a day as dark as night, Trees climb a hill, lights swing My eyes opened to the sun Dark angel of the night, you come on folded wings of our love and pity, can see night''s passing feet and heart and hand, what signs 60606 All life doth sing and sigh and curse. All life doth sing and sigh and curse. I love the eyes bright with the spark of life, I love the lips aglow with warmth of life, I love all flesh that palpitates with life, I love the voice that rings with sounds of life, I love the mind pregnant with living thought, I love all women''s smiling eyes, The entire world of love-inspiring women. The entire world of love-inspiring women. The entire world of love-inspiring women. I die for life and love,--I fear not death. "For I am Joy, thy God, the son of Life. O! tree of life bearing the fruit of love, The mystery of life and love is God, Of love and hate, the flowers of joy and pain, That love of time when Gods and humans mingled. The song of love and life is in the air, 6062 And they never thought of the love of God "By His dread Name who shall one day come But never my eyes in the light of day From out thy lovely eyes, My love would light my night. And in thy voice is love. A sure love lights her eyes'' deep blue, Upon my life Love''s joy and truth, In what old days, in what far lands, "Lord of my life, my love, my soul! Let thy dear face shine like a star To life, love, lying at thy feet! Let smiles and sighs and loving eyes That dims the light of your lovely face ''Tis love that blinds my heart and eyes,-While shines her beauty like the day Her dead love comes like a passionate ghost Like the great love that binds my ruined heart Her eyes rise in my soul and make its day. Thy love our joy and shield! 617 four years of the tense and poignant joy of living on which his heart was set; Paris did not belong to the working-day world, but was like The story of his life as a soldier shall be told, so far as possible, It makes one in love with life, it is all so peaceful and beautiful. frosty nights and sunny days and beautiful coloring on the sparse foliage Whose frame is the green Earth robed round with day and night. His heart the love of Beauty held as hides From hours unblessed by beauty nor lighted by love have fled Shall, knocking, open to your hands, for Love is all its golden key, His life was nursed in beauty, like the stream Sweet Beauty, opening on the impoverished heart, I loved remote horizons with far clouds I loved fair women, their sweet, conscious ways That thought of Love as some sweet, tender thing, 61701 "Fitzsimmons won," says the Post Man, feeling his hot freckled hand. "Now, that''s kind of you, Willie," said the young man called Bob, "to The other, day the Post Man saw a nice, clean-minded old gentleman, Just then an orchestra near at hand struck up in a lively air, and Mr. Simmons turned to look whence it came. "I don''t like the looks of the place much," said Captain Clancy, "but "Oh, you''re a bold, bad man," said one of the young ladies, called As he came up behind him, the disreputable-looking man said "I must tell you," said the Post Man, "that I don''t believe your story "Old man," he said in a whisper, "the boys know you''ve struck a soft "Shave," said the Post Man. The barber raised his eyebrows, gave his victim a look of deep The Post Man took a long look at the sunlight, pinned a little note to 61734 "Pretty cold night, gentlemen, for a warm country," said the man in "Good night, gentlemen," said the solemn man. The other day a Houston man died and left a young and charming widow A Houston man decided a few days ago to buy his wife a piano for a "You can tell your paper," the great man said, "Young man," he said, "you lemme ask you a few questions, and I''ll "A very good game, my man," he said, "but the police are hot after you "Yes," said the old man, his voice trembling with emotion, "you have "Say," said the man with the red tie, "it makes me right sick to think six-shooter again, but the little man went straight up to him and said "My friend," said the long-haired man, "do you know that if you had "Same here," said the little man from St. Louis. 61755 But one night the sergeant followed the old man outside, and laid his "Not yet, sergeant," said Bulger. "I''ve got no family," continued the old man, "nor no friends--but one. "It''s only Comrade Bulger," he said, "doing a little thinking in his The old man shambled down the hall to where the sergeant stood, drew a and unanimity of the functions--Dr. Prince, said Mrs. Rankin, would suite of rooms Doctor Prince gave a little blink of surprise through When the spell was removed Miss Rankin sat up, looking a little "A little game, Miss Rankin," cried Professor Adami, gayly, trying to "Dear Miss and Mrs. Rankin," he said, in his most musical Doctor Prince, judicially, "through which Miss Rankin''s condition "Yes," said the great Myers, when the door was opened and Doctor Holcombe looked out the door and saw a young man coming up from the 63399 To sleep with stars, to dream a flower, Surely beyond the stars my man-world lies-So let us seek the lands that the Gods love, I will make you an eager song of my heart to-night; With your bird-like and trembling heart will understand And the simple words of them will flutter like birds in your hand. And love the light and kiss the sun, The night was like a jewell''d crown-I am most weary, love; so let thy face-I would I had lain with my love to-night! I would I had lain with my love to-night! I would I had lain with my love to-night! Love, as a cloud on the sea, Love, as a cloud on the sea, Love, as the wind the tree Love, as the wind the tree what gifts love''s hands are bringing!" The God, Dionysus, to rise from the sea and return. 63423 And her whose love my life hath crowned! I opened eyes on life; and now return, With tearful eyes, and met her loving smile, All Christian questionings of heart and life, For God is gone, and Love is dead, and Nature spurns her child. Her love, her life, her goodly self on heaven, And will of loving man, her heart and hand The magic hand that held new life for me: Into a great, good man, and write fine books, He breathes his life, and from their hands it comes Whose eyes God touched with vision of the life I took the lady''s hand, and said "good-night!" My heart, my life, my doom, yet knew it not; And life and reason, with her loving heart, Of thought and feeling, love and life go on "Man loves praise," I said. The words came strong and sweet, as if the life 6442 By the strong hand of Love, brings home her babe A power not lost, as most men know, I think, At sweetest hearts, till all their life is dry; I only know that God is just and good: Law cannot live, e''en in God''s inmost thought, That spans my thought, like stars that know their place. God loves not sin, nor I; but in the throng Sleep like a bud; for soon the sun of life It is a great and god-like thing to do! ''Tis a great thing, I think, to be a man. The thought came swift from God, and pierced my heart, That God had pardoned; but my heart was full,-So, with my chastened heart and life, I come God''s love has used those awful sins of mine Like the man with the Beard of Blue. And love the beauty of her life, 6652 And a fat little Mer-man stood up and said grace, A man should come knocking at that time of night, And it look''d like Hare--but it might have been Cat. The little garcons too strove to express The horrid old ruffian comes, cat-like, creeping;-Like lightning dost thou fly, when called, And now I tell thee like a friend, Had a voice like old Lais, and chose to make use of it! For ''t was like heaven and earth, Dolly, coming together-Whose journey, Bob says, is so like love and marriage, Where a thing LIKE a man was--no lover sat there! My books, ''tis true, are little worth, but they have served me long, Why liftest thou thy pious eyes to God! And thou art doubly dear for things like these. As thy days are declining I love thee the more, how like thou art She loved like any thing. 691 692 7056 The world was like a mighty play-room old, The longing heart, that feel life''s present cross. Come, take my hand, O friend I take for life! I know worth a life-time to win, O world, thy voice is wild with tears! The world of men who lived years ago, My heart will hold it when my life is gray, My life, my heart, my love shall fade away! O lover loved, the day has only gone! In death or life, our love can only go; A heart that loves beyond the shallow word; Light my love''s eyes to read my soul, O soul of life, ''t is thee we long to hear, O love, I come; thy last glance guideth me! Turn thy face to me, my love, Give thy hand to me, my love, The heart is dead, the man is old. When girls we might have loved turn cold! 7110 "With what weird music sweet these full hearts ring! Of joys and griefs from human hearts that fall! Let the heart''s voice loud through thy pæan wail!" O Love, canst thou this heart of hope restore? And the robin''s note, like the wind''s in a tree: One light for life, love, death, their joys, their pains. As sweet and sad as the sun in spring, My love for thee is like a winged seed Blown from the heart of thy rare beauty''s flower, (Sweet breath, whereof the violet''s life is made!) With peace that in thy spirit long hath dwelt! A light like the sun''s on the sea, Long years; nor would obey love''s homeward tide. Sea-like, too, echoing round me here there rolls Reuben and Grace and Jerry, Ruth, Rob Snow, The shaft of death reached Jerry''s heart: he saw Vine-like might wreathe and wind about his life, 7115 the new social order that the Christ has in his heart for men. I think that no Christian poet has so caught the soul of the real city. A STUDY OF HOME, FATHER LOVE, GREAT MOMENTS WITH JESUS CHRIST, HEAVEN, Yes, Miller believed in home, in Christ, and God and immortality. believed that heaven and God were near to man, and in his last days POET OF YOUTH, BEAUTY, FAME, JOY, LOVE, DEATH, AND GOD wonder he wrote of Youth, Beauty, Fame, Joy, Love, Death, and God. THE SONG OF YOUTH These higher things are Love, Death, God--what a way to climb to God. We would not expect this young poet to be thinking expressing man''s kinship with the stars and with God and Christ. Thank the stars that watch over us in love that the great-hearted poet had climbed to God. This man had experienced the "Soul''s Leap to 7274 The three leading poets of the Civil War period--Hayne, Timrod, and Ryan Apart from the five major poets of the South--Poe, Hayne, Timrod, Lanier, The great civil conflict of ''61-''65 naturally stirred the poet''s heart. of musical utterance; and the following verses from his poem, _To Time Soul homely, as thou art, yet rich in grace like thee, Soul filled like thy long veins with sweetness tense. In after years this poem was inspired, as the poet tells us, by [Footnote 5: This little poem--very beautiful in itself--illustrates [Footnote 16: This poem first appeared in the _Southern Literary Messenger_ [Footnote 16: This poem first appeared in the _Southern Literary Messenger_ (For oh, what heart hath loved thee like to this [Footnote 10: This poem first appeared in the _Banner of the South_, [Footnote 16: This poem is taken from the _Banner of the South_, where 7325 Long years; nor would obey love''s homeward tide. Sweet Jessamine''s true heart--when the past, dead, And love like spring for us shall bud." And, like lost snow-flakes in the night, Like men who touch a new grave''s brink! And the robin''s note, like the wind''s in a tree. ''N'' come to look for folks like me an'' you;-He, a white man born, should come to love her. Some men love the light, an'' some the shade. ''N'' scores an'' scores of white men''s lives he saved. One light for life, love, death, their joys, their pains. Love''s face like some reflected star! Aged men, not loving wars. Light to love''s grieving; rose-illumined snows, My heart is like an opal Its light shall live when we lie dead, Shall be with me, night and day. His heart shall grow strong like the main Memory-haunted eyes and flower-like mouth, 7388 Tell me each living poet''s doom! So thick, beneath the line he reads, And, now thy smiles have passed away, In such a spring-like way? My loved, my long-lost breeches! To mind a slender man like me, We, like the leaf, the summit, or the wave, Or shedding radiance, like the smiles of God; The girl, turned matron to her babe-like charge; Poets, like painters, their machinery claim, Flung on thy bosom like a girl''s bouquet, Then fall unheeded, fading like the flower? Are lost like dew-drops caught in burning towns, Streamed o''er his memory like a forest''s flame; Have passed and faded like a dream of youth, Ere, like a vision of the morning air, Heaven asks no surplice round the heart that feels, Think not the poet lives in verse alone. Glowed like the morn beneath Aurora''s wings, Thou wouldst be partner of thy poet''s dreams, 7389 The morning spray, like sea-born flowers, THIS ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times, Till years have taught thine eyes to weep, Thy weary heart may faint for rest, Thou shalt tear thy locks of jet; Dims thine eyes and spoils thy hair. From thy heart love''s burning trace, So round thy heart a beaming circle lies And thy poor sea-bird folds her tattered wings,-Comes sweet with music to thy wearied ear; Sweet sister, risen from thy new-made grave? Round her young heart thy "Romish Upas" threw Look in his face, to meet thy neighbor''s soul, Thy heart''s best life-blood ebbing as they flow; And thoughts turn crystals in thy fluid strain,-Need''st thou, young poet, to inform thy line; Be like the granite of thy rock-ribbed land,-Will keep her true as long as faith shall be! There through all time shall faithful Memory tell, 7390 The morning visit,--not till sickness falls said he, with a knowing look, Five doctors took their turn to hear; Received this kind young doctor''s cares; My poor old songs, my kind affections. And so at length it proved with Doctor Rip. One full-sized bottle stood upon the shelf, One day the Doctor found the bottle full, --You know those old-time rhubarb-colored nags And leave poor Rip to sleep for thirty years; Well, so it was; old Rip at last came back, Your good old Doctor to his ailing friends. Read in old Cullen and in Doctor Good. On old and young, in spite of Doctor Rip. And now the Squire was taken with a chill-Meet certain doctors to discuss a case They heard the story--"Bleed!" says Doctor Green, But sleep once more till thirty years come round, The Doctors'' meeting is this blessed day, Old Rip Van Winkle here is always found. 7391 Strong arms, broad breasts, brave hearts, are better worth Changed by the sun to words of living green; Let not our virtues in thy love decay, And hides her cheek beneath the flowers of May. Then the proud tulip lights her beacon blaze, Look at thy heart, and when its depths are known, Stir the few life-drops creeping round his heart, Life''s withering flower shall drop its shrivelled seeds; Who loved thy smiles so well, Till angels learn those airs of love Whose open page lay on thy dying heart, When the light round the lips is a ray from the heart; That will light the dark hour till its danger has past; Death''s cold white hand is like the snow To love''s sweet day-star, that shall o''er thee burn And He shall wipe thy streaming eyes Well, well, the old have had their day, the young must take their turn; 7392 COME, dear old comrade, you and I To-day, old friend, remember still Till the good old Praeses cries, Till a few old men shall say, O''er shadows cast, by years long past, While we''ve youth in our hearts we can never grow old! Dear blessed old boys! When that has gone off, I shall drop my old gun-"Tell us young ones, you gray old man, "It was so like old times we remember, you know." But to feel as I did in the blessed old time; Old Time has been easy and kind with "The Boys." Or song we sung when these old throats were young,-On the days I feel like walking, just as well as you, young man! And warm your dear old hands; Till life and love are spent, my boys, Our old acquaintance, Time, drops in, "Good-night, my dear old fellows!" 7393 PARSON TURELL''S LEGACY; OR, THE PRESIDENT''S OLD ARM-CHAIR From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Bearing thy rose-hued torch, and bid thine altar burn? Carved with old names Life''s time-worn roll disowns, The chestnuts spread their palms like holy men in prayer! Like shrivelled leaves, youth''s passion-flowers are cast,-Love bless him, Joy crown him, God speed his career! Come to my arms!--love heeds not years; Shall softly tell us, Thou art near! Thy glory flames from sun and star; Till all thy living altars claim Look on them with thy mild, half-human eyes; To come with love''s warm kisses back to thee,-To show thine eyes thy gray-haired father''s face, Shall live in accents shaped of blood-warm breath, Would cheat the soul that looks for light from heaven? Shines a new sun for earths that shall be born. Look on this world of yours with opened eyes! 7394 Thy life shall hail no second dawn,-May leave thee ere thy song is done, With grateful hearts we sing thy praise; ''t is the voice of thy children to thee! Fall on a star in thy garland of light, Stand for the right till the nations shall own Thy hand hath made our Nation free; Guard Thou its folds till Peace shall reign,-Thy sacred leaves, fair Freedom''s flower, Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee, Come to the nation that calls thee its friend! Count them thy sisters and brothers that meet thee; Far be the day that claims thy sounding lyre To hail thy festal morn with smiles and song; O mariner, I love thee, for thy thought I see thy soul is open as the day And thy dividends flow like the waves of the sea! Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love! 7395 For I''ll soon come back and tell you whether this is work or play; And their lips were white with terror as they said, THE HOUR HAS COME! Round the barges gliding onward blushed like blood along their tracks. And we looked, poor timid creatures, on the rough old soldier''s features, When the old man said, "They''re forming with their bagonets fixed for Tell him here''s a soldier bleeding, and he ''ll come and dress his So we came to know each other, and I nursed him like a--mother, About the good old times I knew,-Our dear old temple, loved so well, By a famous old hand in the arts of design; So looked the poor forlorn old beast; The old horse nears the judges'' stand, He steps a five-year-old again! Some said, "Old Dutchman come again!" On his brown face that same old look I see 7396 Youth longs and manhood strives, but age remembers, On life''s last leaf with tranquil eye shall read The old look on with tear-dimmed eyes, "The Morning of Life" dawns again as of old. Showed in life''s landscape, far away, In vain their eyes our longing fathers strained We lived, we loved, we toiled, we dreamed like you, To hear the larger truths its years shall bring, YOUTH IS LIFE''S SEED-TIME: so the clock-face said: Throb from a heart that holds thy memory dear. The friend of joyous days when life was new, Not every day our eyes may look upon.) Whose voice like music charmed the listening ear, So all life''s opening paths, where nature led Between life''s morning and its evening dreams; No life-long aim with steadfast eye pursued Than Art''s long battle with the foes of life! Till the long curtain, falling, dims the day, 7397 Turn half-way round, and let your look survey Some wreath of song thy liberal hand has thrown Aches for the voice we loved so long to hear Look on thee from the skies that hailed thy birth,-How shall we welcome thee, whose home was heaven, Thine exile''s shrine thy sorrowing love embowers, Now to all lands thy deep-toned voice is dear, What shall thine heirs to keep thy memory build? Whose youthful eyes shall greet that far-off morn, I know thee in thy white simar; Shall hear Thy Works and Wonders sung; While the stars in heaven shall burn, While the stars in heaven shall burn, While the stars in heaven shall burn, Here shall the dreaming poet linger long, Where passed in peace thy love-enchanted hours! Where shall she find an eye like thine to greet Thy name shall live while summers bloom and fade, 7398 No mortal''s eye shall read it till he first That friendly hands to loving lips shall lift Come thou with me to Love''s enchanted bower I LIKE YOU smiled; I LOVE YOU cried, Alas! "Turn thou and go before," I LOVE YOU said, To practise all love learned in May. June soon will come with lengthened day You ''re a good old--fellow--come, let us go!" But every cat knew his own old witch; One day a whisper round the teacups stole,-Say, man of truth, has life a brighter hour Some breathing lips may piece the half-told tale; The glistening eyes her eager soul looked through And thou, fair maiden, when thy lovers sigh, And learn this secret from the tale of old He knows the story that it holds by heart,-And soothed by love unbought, thy heart shall own Till time and teacups both shall be no more!" 7399 And on, like Ocean''s midnight wave, Now say thy prayers, thou sinful man, Come, bear thee like a butcher''s child, Torn from thy pathless wilds to pace this narrow floor! "But the Star is fair and he lives in the air, To smile on a thing like thee? And turning, when thy form had past, Fresh roses to thy cheek, The trailing of thy long loose hair That tells thy name and days, Is thy name Mary, maiden fair? I look upon thy folded hair; When evening shades thy silent walls, So I may take thy hand; Love may light on thy snowy cheek, Ah, maiden, how thy tears will fall, Thy leaves, then shall the sight of thee I will not blame thee for thy face, They do not shudder at thy looks, I never saw thee, lovely one,-Like bursting waves from ocean caves, Then wipe thy tears away; 7400 THIS ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times, From thy heart love''s burning trace, So round thy heart a beaming circle lies Thy heart''s best life-blood ebbing as they flow; Need''st thou, young poet, to inform thy line; And say, O Science, shall thy life-blood freeze, To love''s sweet day-star, that shall o''er thee burn And He shall wipe thy streaming eyes Trust in his word; thy dead shall rise! "It was so like old times we remember, you know." On the days I feel like walking, just as well as you, young man! To show thine eyes thy gray-haired father''s face, Think not the God of thy fathers shall fail thee, There is no friend like the old friend, who has shared our morning days, We lived, we loved, we toiled, we dreamed like you, And soothed by love unbought, thy heart shall own 7796 When, like a great, white, pearly moth, the moon Like a dead leaf borne far away. Like some wild wood-thing''s daughter, Like the bloom-bright brows of beauty or a hand of lifted light. The white-starred drifts of the wild-plum tree, With star-bright hair and night-dark eyes, Thy own deep music,--labors all night long Their doors, round which the great trees stand like wardens; My soul like song that learned sweet speech The light of my eyes and my snow-white hand-The moon, like some wide rose of white, Like thy white arms'' soft loveliness. The night, like some frail flower, dawn The deep-mooned night and her love again! She stood; love''s dreams in girlhood''s face and eyes, White place of perfume, like a beautiful breast-Like Oriana, dark of eye and hair, And when within thy long-loved woods And in my heart _her_ name,--like some sweet bee 7928 Inspiring nature of doubt.--The poet''s thirst for God.--The occasional In recent years a few poets have modestly disclaimed equality with God. See William Rose Benét, _Imagination,_ and Joyce Kilmer, _Trees._ The [Footnote: For poet-heroes of this sort see John Clare, _The Browning as looking "more like a youthful poet than any man I ever long list of nineteenth century female poets--Mrs. Browning, [Footnote: the shepherd poet ruled,--as witness the verses of Hughes, [Footnote: Mrs. Browning [Footnote: See _The Poet''s Vow_; Letters to Robert 255.] [Footnote: Browning shows the poet, with his eyes open, loving an conceptions of the poet." [Footnote: _The Defense of Poetry_.] readers of Shelley''s poetry have pictured an ideal poet who is God." [Footnote: _A Vision of Poets_.] [Footnote: For verse dealing with the idle poet see James [Footnote: For poetry dealing with the poet [Footnote: For poetry dealing with the poet''s humanitarian [Footnote: _Poets to Come_.] 7930 Stephen Phillips''s second volume of collected verse, _New Poems_ Mr. Watson''s verse tells us little of the facts of his life, few poets I have heard poets read passionate poetry in a was in spirit a twentieth century poet, and he has written a fine poem superior to most of the war poems written by the professional poets fountain-head of poetry is human nature, and our poets are trying to his most original contribution to modern poetry, the short poems world-old subjects of poetry--birds, flowers, men and women. number of volumes of poems, plays in verse, critical works in prose, Another poet in khaki who writes powerful and original verse is Robert Mr. Yeats, like Browning, writes both lyrical poems and dramas; but he books "published by the author" appeared in 1917--_Poems of War and I think I like best of all her work the poem 8388 you shall do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give The messages of great poets to each man and woman are,--Come to us on equal father, there shall be love between the poet and the man of demonstrable prefer long-lived things, and favours body and soul the same, and perceives I faithfully loved you and cared for you living--I think we shall surely An old man bending, I come among new faces, "Come tell us, old man," (as from young men and maidens that love me, Years The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night. Of him I love day and night, I dreamed I heard he was dead; Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land, The great masters know the earth''s words, and use them more than the Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of man--I, the 8402 Till one night, when the sea-fog wrapped a shroud "Well, you see, the fact is, Colonel, I don''t know as I can come: "And then, for an old man like me, it''s not exactly right, For ''twas all, sir, a put-up job on a pore young man like me; A chap t''other day--now, look''ee, this is a fact, There were none like the Spring of San Joaquin. And dim and ghost-like far away Two days passed: the Mission folk Look for a spot in the old South Sea, Lost like the day of Job''s awful curse, And the way to look for a thing is plain Wait till the rolling year goes round, And one for the day we lost last year." Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, Said Brown, as the lady came to a full stop, Walk like Cooke." Looked less like the man who raked the hay 841 are air, clouds, trees, houses, streets, and such like things. Bloomed in the sun like roses, low and long, Like a bright thread of sound hung in the air, Turned smartly round like hoops before her eyes, green leaves, the horse at a foot-pace, the high yellow wheels of the Rise up behind the little red and green man; Down the long, white paper it makes little lines, Like Bunker Hill, two years ago, when I watched all day from the house-top And her face looked out like the moon on nights trees the great clouds go, tiered, stately, like ships of the line An October day, with waves running in blue-white lines and a capful of wind. slowly, and looks into the air with his blue-green eyes. He thought of red, and yellow, and white roses burned like a great coloured sun. Like an open rose the sun will stand up even, 845 Shall lie upon thy father''s breast, "Too Long, O Spirit of Storm", is the fused passion of the poet''s heart But to-night my thoughts flow calmer--in thy room I think I stand, See a fair white page before thee, and a pen within thy hand; And thy fingers sweep the paper, and a light is in thine eyes, Love shall grow softer in each maiden''s eyes Love, hate, grief, joy, gain, glory, shame, shall meet, Thy soul shall pass beyond the stars to God. The genius of thy life beside thee stands! "And therefore, though thy name shall pass away, Thy life shall bear its flowers in future times." The day hath scarcely passed that saw thy birth, Shall bristle like thy palm with spears, They shall not touch thy noble heart, So shall thy name be dear to many a heart; And thought to light thy heart and hearth 8648 Shall it be the right hand to the friend, or the red hand to the foe? The great South shall summon her sons from their sleep; Thy fame shall brighten with each battle fought; Shall bristle like thy palm, with spears, They shall not touch thy noble heart, Love, hate, grief, joy, gain, glory, shame, shall meet, And the great God of battles hath led the glorious fray; For God''s right hand and holy arm have great deliverance wrought. Let his memory be green in the hearts who love the South, To its own lofty trust in God. When Heaven shall blow the trump of peace, Yes, these shall teach thy foes to feel Oh, brave old town, o''er thy sacred form The land, the peace of His vast love shall fall Ye brave your myriad foes beneath the eye of God! No battle news disturbs thy rest upon the sun-bright shore, 937 941 You can share your joys and pleasures, but you never come to know When we were little girls and boys, with all the charms we used to know. But living things grow old and fade; the dead in memory remain, They have hungered for life''s comforts and the joys of easy days, And the children come home at the end of the day To tell what the little old man had to say. The little old man whom the children would miss. To win once more the old-time joys, I don''t believe I''d care Some day the world will need a man of courage in a time of doubt, The man the world shall need some day may be your little boy or mine. Nobody stops at the rich man''s door to pass the time of day. And live again the old-time days Little do you know the joy 9559 Filled with the great calm joy of life and death and birth? Rapt by the face of heaven, and hold on earth''s warm breast. Hushed lips, a beating heart, yea, Silence, that were best. Like a heart losing hold, this wave must go,-Bright words like tears above her, dead, Saw the faces of friends, in the morn riding jocund to fight; Yea, the heavens and the earth shall pass; but they never Yet to look upon them is to know that God hath shined: And I heard my heart: I must look on the face of a man, or die! (By the light in my shaking hand) to the like of the masks of stone; And like shades of glad hours dead Colored like the soft dead leaf, Now on thy left hand labors gray-faced Pain, "Backward," he said, "dear heart I like to look Warm hands, and faces fashioned like to mine. 9560 As theirs, I lay, like them, my best gifts on thy shrine. The lady smiled on the worn old man through the And she placed their price in the old man''s hand Whose light shall be as a spell to thee and a Where her eye shone clear, and her dark locks "Bring forth thy pearl of exceeding worth, thou And she hath left the gray old halls, where an evil Giving thee to thy God; Their tearful watch around thy place of sleeping. As thy low prayers were given; The dark and low-walled dwellings stood, Dark cottage-wall and rock and wood, Dark, shadow-like, on either hand Like white-winged sea-birds on their way! Life''s "great things," like the Syrian lord, "Now, Goodman Macy, ope thy door,-Open thy door, thou wicked man, Go light the dark, cold hearth-stones,--go turn Who from the hands of evil men hath set his handmaid free; 9561 daughter of Passaconaway, the great Pennacook chieftain, in 1662. Fair lakes, embosomed in the woods and hills; Like summer thunder-clouds, we made our home And the cold wind-driven rain-drops all day long That our broad land,--our sea-like lakes and mountains Down whose slopes to the lowlands thy wild waters But that old voice of waters, of bird and of breeze, When the winter night-wind cold Treading life''s wild waters o''er, In her young beauty passed the mother of his child. In rock and tree and lake and hill And chiefs whose homes the sea-winds shook Through the long winter moons smiled dark-eyed And warm bright sun, the love of that young wife From his cold eye the strange light of a smile. But the dark chief of Saugus turned aside Dry up thy tears, young daughter of a chief! O dark water Spirit Nature''s wild music,--sounds of wind-swept trees, 9562 To-day, thou poor bereaved one, the living ask thy God''s angel, like the good St. Mark, And the old lord''s wife is dead and gone, Lord, what is man, whose thought, at times, Like that the gray-haired sea-king passed,[9] And man is hate, but God is love! "God give thee a good day!" The old man raised "God give thee happy life." The old man smiled, Surely man''s days are evil, and his life Our times are in God''s hands, and all our days Set like the white moon where the hills of vine "Dear Lord!" he said, "Thy angel speaks, The loves and hopes and fears of old, are to our The old man stroked the fair head that rested on "Your words, dear child," he answered, "are God''s White sea-foam and sand-hills gray, Is my heart," she said, "to-day." Said old Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart, 9563 as Pleasant Valley on the Merrimac, a little above the old Ferry way, I CALL the old time back: I bring my lay Songs of their own, and the great pine-trees laid Lights the brown hills and sings in every stream; And loved with us the beautiful and old. And quaint old songs their fathers sung And summer days were sad and long, That ever made the old heart young! The hills curve round like a bended bow; I think of the old man wise and good For the voices of wood, and wave, and wind As long as Nature shall not grow old, Old friends embraced, long held apart Let the white man''s wigwam light White sails on the winding river, Like an old friend, all day has been with me. And hears old voices in the winds that toss White blossom of the trees of God 9564 Old summer pictures of the quiet hills, And human life, as quiet, at their feet. Where love is wanting, how the eye and ear And, lending life to the dead form of faith, But the old men bowed their white heads, And for the evil day thy brother lives." Save thou a soul, and it shall save thy own!/" By wind and water power, and love to say Love-guided, to her home in a far land, A fair, broad gold-piece, in the name of God. He rose and went forth with the early day Of the old trees would turn to eyes to see it, The harbor-lights on a night like this." Shall crown me now in the light of day. She saw the face of her mother, she heard the song "Sing, bird of God, in my heart as well: "Prayers of love like rain-drops fall, 9565 spiritual faith and worship of Tauler and the "Friends of God" in the "God''s peace be with thee, Anna!" Then he stood Till the young eyes that watched it first are old. "But some time, thou hast told me, there shall come Our boy, God willing, yet the day shall see And saw the visions man shall see no more, And oft Pastorius and the meek old man And thus the Old and New World reached their hands To God and man than half the creeds he knew. Seemed, like God''s new creation, very good! God sent the answer to his life-long prayer; "Nay, fear me not," the rider said, "I offer heart For to-morrow, little Elsie, shall bring another day." "Thou man of God, as our ruler and guide." God knows," the young man cried, Of God, not man, and for good or ill God''s love and man''s are here. 9566 I see thy home, set like an eagle''s nest And thou hast listened, like myself, to men Simple and homely, lacking much thy play Saw the Breeze come sailing in again; Said Suzette, "Mother dear, Your door shall be bolted!" the mother cried: Her likeness kneels on the gray coast sands; The other said: "The great world lies By great salt meadows and sand-hills bare, Come what will of it, all men shall know One day before the monk''s door came "Know''st thou," he said, "thy gift of old?" I thank thee for thy timely word." Friend of man, my song shall cheer "Dear heart of mine!" he said, "the time has come The brown-faced little Earth-men, the people without mine!" the Brown Dwarf said; mine!" the Brown Dwarf said; open, to thy evil world, the glass door of But Deitrich said: "For five long years this tender 9567 And she placed their price in the old man''s hand Like white-winged sea-birds on their way! Life''s "great things," like the Syrian lord, Open thy door, thou wicked man, Pray let the old man rest." And the cold wind-driven rain-drops all day long Midst the cold dreary sea-watch, Home''s hearth-light Nature''s wild music,--sounds of wind-swept trees, To-day, thou poor bereaved one, the living ask thy Like that the gray-haired sea-king passed,(9) "God give thee a good day!" The old man raised "God give thee happy life." The old man smiled, Our times are in God''s hands, and all our days The old man stroked the fair head that rested on FROM the hills of home forth looking, far beneath Like an old friend, all day has been with me. "Prayers of love like rain-drops fall, God''s love and man''s are here. "Know''st thou," he said, "thy gift of old?" 9568 Wave, wood, and spire beneath them smile. Heard in his dreams thy river''s sound Of silvery light, rock, hill, and tree, The sunset hues of Time blend with the soul''s new morning. Upon the Smile of God. To him of light and shade the laws "For Spring shall warm my frozen heart." Thy Winter shall no more depart; No Spring revive thy wasted flowers, Nor Summer warm thy frozen heart. Like shadows on the winter sky, Thy symbol be the mountain-bird, We wait for thy coming, sweet wind of the south! O soul of the spring-time, its light and its breath, And, as sun to the sleeping earth, love to the soul! Voice of the west-wind from the hills of pine, With winter''s sunset lights and dazzling morn atone. I dream of lands where summer smiles, I blend in song thy flowers and thee. let Thy light break through! 9569 I almost pause the wind in the pines to hear, Like last night''s clouds, and leave, as it retreats, The great woods climbed the mountain at our back; With home-life sounds the desert air was stirred Far-heard voices sweet with truth, Thy prophecy of summer days. Like passing sails or floating clouds, And let thy sweet shade fall Shall hints of summer-time remain. Shall bloom the home-born flowers, But I shall see a summer sun The mountain slopes shall blush and bloom, The sweet day, opening as a flower A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw The shadow of the mountain wall. Blown down the hill-gaps, mountain-born, To the low song the pine-tree sings; Soul of the mountain, lake, and wood, But let me dream that hill and sky I knew my river''s winding line For hills like these the sound of seas A line of silver, down the hill-slope shines. 9570 Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl, Ere this, thy quiet eye hath smiled Dark visions of the days of old, A heart like thine should value it. Unto thy book, if not to thee, Upon the young heart''s altars shine Thou lend''st thy woman''s sympathy; Swells my heart that thy shadow may never be less, That the days of thy lot may be lengthened below, And the fame of thy worth like a pumpkin-vine grow, And thy life be as sweet, and its last sunset sky Thy smile hath fallen soft and clear, These light leaves at thy feet I lay,-Pressed on thy heart, the leaves I bring To thy full thoughts, gay or sad, He loved the good old ways. "Life''s mystery wrapt him like a cloud; Heaven make thee better than thy name, From my heart I give thee joy,-that thou couldst know thy joy, 9571 Divine light of the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: and as The coming of the snow-storm told. Of life and love, to still live on! Of simple life and country ways,) Old hearths grew wide to give us room; The good man from his living grave, With dark eyes full of love''s content. Felt the light sifted snow-flakes fall. When hearts are light and life is new; The wise old Doctor went his round, Green hills of life that slope to death, O living friends who love me! He lives to learn, in life''s hard school, Love watches o''er my quiet ways, Dear friends, sweet human loves, the joy of giving The old-time guests for whom I wait Come, then, old friends, who linger yet, Haunt an old man''s memory still, Good old Abram Morrison. And the old red school-house stood Looked, we thought, like Morrison. 9572 Thy strength with human weakness share!" Thy Father''s call of love! On the hills of thy beauty, my heart is with thee. Made bright by the steps of the angels of God. Blue sea of the hills! Yet, Loved of the Father, Thy Spirit is near And the voice of Thy love is the same even now Also, thou son of man, the children of thy people still are talking Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee; Like God''s waked wrath, our child I saw! O God," I said, "Thy will be done!" Let me hear thy voice through this deep and black Like that sad wail along thy side To-day, beneath Thy chastening eye Thy spirit, like a subtle flame,-"Thy heart hath gone too far in this world, and thinkest thou His Voice in thy soul;--and the Three are One!" The loving heart of God behold, Of Thy loving heart alone. 9573 "Say not, thy fond, vain heart within, ''And angels shall thy feet upbear.'' He giveth day: thou hast thy choice The guiding lights of Love shall burn; The love and power of God. Ye praise His justice; even such The clouds of heaven for Him. Death comes, life goes; the asking eye Thou well canst spare a love of Thee "Thy words are well, O friend," I said; Love hath no power to save a soul. Who loved not less the earth that light For man, not God,--for earth, not heaven,-Forth to thy light and air I come, Of life with love to thee and man; Has faith no work, and love no prayer? From Thy great heart of goodness mine but drew Did his own heart, loving and human, But who shall say which loved the Master best? My goods, my life, my soul and heart, 9574 Thy wandering child looked back to thee! We wait for thy coming, sweet wind of the south! And, as sun to the sleeping earth, love to the soul! I blend in song thy flowers and thee. And let thy sweet shade fall A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw Ere this, thy quiet eye hath smiled And thy life be as sweet, and its last sunset sky These light leaves at thy feet I lay,-He loved the good old ways. Thy love hath left in trust with me? On the hills of thy beauty, my heart is with thee. Yet, Loved of the Father, Thy Spirit is near And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a answer and said, "Thy heart hath gone too far in this world, and Of Thy loving heart alone. Of life with love to thee and man; 9581 The eye''s deep enchantment, dark, dream-like, and clear, Shall not thy words of warning There shall thy praise be spoken, Joy to thy spirit, brother! Joy to thy spirit, brother! And thy sainted name shall be Hath thy wakeful vision seen, Thoughts in thy young heart strange, While to thy spirit''s eye I saw thy dark eye wander o''er Thy own loved church in sadness read Shall whisper to our hearts of thee; Since thou hast left thy footprints there, And she is with thee; in thy path of trial She lives and loves thee, and the God thou servest Thy aged form shall rise before Was thy deep love and tender care, We have known and loved thee long. Shine they like thy sun of summer As thy loving hand has led us All keep thy memory fresh and green. Thy lot, and many a charm thou hast 9582 Her home the heart of God; her voice Thy life so calm and true, As on thy task-field closed the day Then lend thy hand, my wiser friend, And they who blamed the bloody hand forgave the loving heart. Where sleeps thy loved one by the summer sea; Thy sorrow shall no more be pain, In thy large heart were fair guest-chambers, And fitness to thy shaping hand. Name-carven in the woods of Lee. Still let them greet thy life companions As sweet and tender as thy own. And glad floats to thee o''er thy summer seas A work to last thy whole life through, And make thy singing-birds his friends! Her loving hands shall yearly crown, In thy true life of word, and work, and thought Thyself, and see thy fresh, sweet flower of fame Let thy old smile greet us well; Our hearts are all thy own; 9583 The joy of him who toils with God. O Painter of the fruits and flowers! We thank Thee for thy wise design But sweet Kenoza, from thy shore And light mists walk thy mimic sea, I thank you for sweet summer days, Our memory like thy laurels green. White flowers of love its walls shall climb, Its days shall all be holy time. And brief to thy eternal days. Thanks for thy generous faith in man, For love shall lay each corner-stone. And hearts are light and eyes are glad, though heads are badger-gray. "Let there be light!" God spake of old, Here, where of old, by Thy design, The world that needs the hand and heart In thy old historic way Let thy loyal hearts rejoice Were Thy own fruits and flowers. Thy gifts each year renewed; The air to-day, our love is hers! And tender memories of old days 9584 Pitched their white tent where sea-winds blew. And ships, with upturned keels, sail like a sea the sky. ''Twixt white sea-waves and sand-hills brown, Long and vain shall thy watching be Ye saw in the light of breaking day Dead faces looking up cold and white And the voice of the old man answered her And life and death in my old-time lay Thy sweet laugh in shade and gleam The old loved voice she seemed to hear Now by the white-beached sea. "O Esbern Snare!" a sweet voice said, "O love!" he cried, "let me look to-day Thou''lt play with Esbern Snare''s heart and eyes!" Lean down unto the white-lipped sea The Reader said, "shall all things come. The white flash of a sea-bird''s wing, On smoother beaches no sea-birds light, "The sea and the rocks are dumb," they said ''T was on a May-day of the far old year 9585 "God heard my prayer in that evil day; Essayed to sing the songs of May. Well, let them smile, and live to know, A life which still is good and sweet; That whisper of the Eternal Sea. As low my fires of drift-wood burn, His own sweet songs that time shall not forget. We call the old time back to thee; Earth shall be near to Heaven when all Alone is love of God and man. I pray, God bless the good old town! Take the warm welcome of new friends with thee, That the New England, with the Old, holds fast The gift of song which fills the air to-day A feeling of old summer days, And heaven''s eternal years shall prove Dreaming of long gone summer days like this, I sit alone, and watch the warm, sweet day Will welcome thy new year, Thy hand, old friend! 9586 Shall not thy words of warning Thoughts in thy young heart strange, And heard thy low, soft voice alone Thy own loved church in sadness read Once more let God''s green earth and sunset air She lives and loves thee, and the God thou servest Was thy deep love and tender care, Shine they like thy sun of summer As thy loving hand has led us on the quiet grave thy life-borne cross, All hearts to thine by Love''s sweet law. 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