FOR Class _/='£j'_d^^ Book -MSi^U^jS Copight'N" 2^ C0P«?1GHT DEPOSIT. Qfl "%j K §Y^F1H](D)MEC S£KE£§ BY wiLLifln W6LLS NeweiL ^' BOSTON I^f\SS. /^ALL, JnAYINARD & qo 190^ LIBRARY of CONGRESS Two CoDies Received MAY 19 1904 Cooyrlffht Entry CLASS ^ XXc. No. ^7 / i ^ COPY B no 4 Copyright 1904 by William Wells Newell All rights reserved A 'V .•^ »•'••> NUMBERS T i. Sunrise-Song 1 9 ii. Salutation 10 iii. Desire 11 iv. Well. Wishing 12 V. Inquiry 13 vi. Love-thought 14 vii. Love's Measure 15 viii. Love and Time 17 ix. Motherhood 18 X. Infancy 11 19 xi. The Fountain 23 xii. Welcomes and Partings 24 xiii. Enchantment 25 xiv. A Glance 26 XV. A Nayword 28 xvi. The Mended Viol 29 xvii. No More 30 xviii. In A Far Country 31 xix. Shadows 32 XX. At The Gate 33 xxi. The Land Of The Lost 34 xxii. Fairies' Hill 35 xxiii. Red Rose Wood 38 xxiv. The Minstrel 40 XXV. Exorcism 4 1 xxvi. The Wreck 42 xxvii. The Lonely Ocean 43 xxviii. The Fount Of Tears 44 xxix. The Well of The World's End 45 III XXX. A Birthday 49 xxxi. Snowdrop 50 xxxii. Bluebird 5 1 xxxiii. Hepatica 25 xxxiv. Houstonia 53 XXXV. May Morning 54 xxxvi. Catbird 55 xxxvii. The Sower 56 xxxviii. The Scarlet Tanager 57 xxxix. Indigo Bird 58 xl. Song-Fore^ 59 xli. At The Window 60 xlii. Rose Of The North 61 xliii. Dawn- Music 62 xliv. Sunrise 63 xlv. Sunset 64 xlvi. Lake And River 65 xlvii. The WeU 67 xlviii. Moonlight 69 xlix. Star-shine 70 1. The Reaper 71 li. The Gale 72 lii. Olive-Thrush 73 liii. Mountain-Brook 74 liv. The Mountain 78 Iv. The Forest 80 Ivi. The Land 82 Ivii. The Surf 84 Iviii. The Lighthouse 86 lix. Fringed Gentian 87 Ix. Coronation 89 Ixi. Antumn Leaves 90 Ixii. Blue Sky 91 IV Ixiii. Decoration 95 Ixiv. For the Sea 98 Ixv. Greeting 99 Ixvi. All Saints 100 Ixvii. All Souls 101 Ixviii. Requiem 1 02 Ixix. The Cathedral 103 Ixx. Recompense 1 04 Ixxi. A Star 106 Ixxii. Funeral March 107 Ixxiii. Adieu 1 1 Ixxiv. Linnaea 111 Ixxv. Water-lilies 1 1 2 Ixxvi. Rebirths 113 Ixxvii. The Temple 1 1 4 Ixxviii. Eroica 1 1 5 Ixxix. Ex Voto 1 1 7 Ixxx. A Memory I 1 8 Under the title "Words for Music" appeared in 1895 a collection containing about one third of the pieces now included. The series, though not formally announced as symphonic, was anima- ted by kindred intentions, and may be regarded as an imperfect sketch. I have therefore preferred to retain the appellation. No. 21 is a version of an Italian folk-song; Nos. 22 and 23 of ancient Danish ballads. No. 44 was suggested by the "Orpheus" of Corot. No. 47 is founded on the custom of "carolling" holy wells , on a particular day of the year , with intent to assure the abundance of their flow. No. 63 refers to the ceremony of Decoration, as ob- served in 1878 at New Rochelle, N. Y.; No. 64 to a rite in memory of shipwrecked fishermen , annually performed in Gloucester, Mass. No. 65 was written for the Chicago Exposition of 1893. With regard to No. 11 , it is to be remembered that a grave often formed the essential part of a temple, as indeed Christianity itself is founded upon a sepulchre. No. 78 has relation to the Twelfth of February. Earthly is varying pleasure, And mortal vanishing pain, But holy the garment of Music, Enwoven out of the twain. UNRISg SONe^ Lovely in orient Wakeneth Light ; Music from Silence, Morning from Night. Peacefully fragrant Bloometh the hour ; Well if the huit be Fair as the flower ! Born of blue Ocean, Darteth a beam; Window and pavement Glimmer and gleam. Over the City Orbeth the Sun ; Labor ariseth, Day is begun! ^V«?LUTATrON> White cloud on high that motionless remaineth, Far sails a-shme, Immortal Love, that in blue heaven reigneth And heart of mine. Green marge, where lies yon sapphire-winding river In sunny rest, Gray spire , whose admonition warneth ever My childhood-nest! Lo hither one, who clambereth to meet me, On highland way ; From stranger, for a comrade I will greet thee. And praise the day ! to in Arise on my spirit lonely, arise with thy radiance dear, Like a star that lendeth to ocean its lustre silver and clear. With the air of thy bosom's breathing sweet breath to the flowers give. In thy murmur and thy silence let the soul of the music live. Each life will be grateful, and render its present to make thee blest. The many lamps and the lustres a jewel to bind on thy breast. The garlands that fall in the chambers a wreath to twine in thy hair, The feast be thy beauty's garment, and thine be the presence there . 11 IV ffl^LL - ^ISHIN0 Thought, go for me Over land and sea ; Early or late, Linger and wait. When falls the hour. Become a flower, At feet to lie Where a friend passeth by. For perfume's sake. The flower he will take, To breathe its air. And carelessly bear. On he will go, Thoughtful and slow: How came it here. All dewy and dear? 12 'tymtJIW A crimson bud of your wreath, Secure in its clinging sheath , You strewed o'ernight ; I rescued and thought no more , Yet bore it homeward , and bore Your low good night. I woke with the dawn of day; Joy-breathing, beside me lay A rose of light . I muse how the flower came ; Reply , if it be the same You strewed o'ernight . 13 VI Love rnouem The lake art thou, beloved, When the sunrise daw^neth o*er ; My thoughts, they are water-lilies, That float and blow by the shore. The forest art thou, beloved, Full leafy in warm July ; My thoughts, they are crimson roses. That twine and blossom by. The heaven art thou, beloved. All holy at still midnight ; My thoughts, they are stars of summer, That beam with a peaceful light. 14 vn love's A£/?SUR£ Beloved, tell, If thou lovest me well. I love thee with days, as many as be. And I love thee with all that the day-beams see ; I love thee with every river that flows, I love thee with the heart of the rose. Yet tell, yet tell, If thou lovest me well. I love thee with nights, so starry and deep, I love thee with all the kingdoms of sleep ; I love thee with many a radiant star ; I love thee with moons, that golden are. 15 Yet tell, yet tell. If thou lovest me wel I love thee with the blue eyes of a child, 1 love thee with his lisping mild ; I love thee with the orient morn On the brow of youth when the spirit is born. Yet tell, yet tell. If thou lovest me wel I love thee with sorrows, I love thee with tears, I love thee with wreck of the darkening years ; 1 love thee with the silence and peace Of angel who waiteth for soul's release. Cease, cease to tell. For thou lovest me well. 16 Vlll Immortal Time decreed without redress From earthly fair a fairer to express. With loveliness build higher loveliness. Such love inheres in Time. Herein lies love , that law by heart to know, Of Time's swift-running tide a wave to go. From self toward dearer self decline and flow, Till Love and Time are one. 17 IX MOTli£RHOOJ> Mary gave to Jesu birth, In her arms had heaven and earth So clasp I thee ! Mary lulled her babe to sleep, Slumber calm did Jesu keep. Hush thou for me ! Mary knelt above her child, Jesu opened eyes and smiled. Smile thou on me! Jesu held out arms so blest, Mary caught him to her breast. So take I thee! 18 X Eyes blue and clear. Large, orbed, and dear. Where Joy and Fear Alternate sway ; That laughter keep, Are veiled for sleep. Now earnest-deep , Now wide as day. Twin founts, where flow The bliss and woe Of long ago , That purer meet; Twin Aprils, fain To drop in rain. Then beam again , More dewy-sweet. Mild heavens, a-shine With pledge divine In rainbow-sign Serenely born; Fair prophecies Of suns to rise. More calm and wise Than ever morn. 19 II XI TH& FOUNTJJCfN The water flowed, and the water shone. She rested her jar on the fountain-^one; The water flowed, and the water shone. * Give me to drink of thy water cold , rU pay thee with silver, I'll fee thee with gold ." "Thy silver and gold, they are IWe to me; I pour for another, I pour for ihee." She held to his lips the pitcher a-gleam, She shed on his palms a silvery ^eam. " Thou hast quaffed thy fill of the flowing well, Thy fever is past, I bid thee farewell." 23 XII pacOM^S '^"»^J»tRTIN(3S Pure round of the dark-blue ocean ! Wide ring of the foam-wreathed sea! A choice between welcome and parting Thy circle offereth me. From biflows haughty approacheth A ship under press of sail; She flingeth the spray from her quarter. And over the wave doth prevail. Behind, toward horizon declineth Another erewhile as proud; Look aft where her topsail shineth; Or only a glimmering cloud ? 24 XIII ^^#%s^ A mariner floated with indolent sail, In month when the mead-lily bloweth. The coast was robed with a silvery veil, While the salt tide oceanwzrd floweth. The sea- vapor lifted a glimmering while , In month when the mead-lily bloweth. And granted him glimpse of a radiant isle, While the salt tide oceanward floweth. A fair maid sat on the strand apart, In month when the mead-lily bloweth. Their glances encountered, heart to heart. While the salt tide oceanward floweth. The curtain came down upon harbor and land , In month when the mead-lily bloweth, He was carried away from her blossoming strand. While the salt tide oceanward floweth. Seven years hath he sailed that islanded shore. In month when the mead-lily bloweth, TTie maid and her marge he beheld nevermore. While the salt tide oceanward floweth. 25 XIV X 6t7KHCB> The circle swayed, as shadows When branches waver free. Its laughter rose, like surges Aye mounting noisily. Twain bartered ware of strangers. Phrase light or lingering. Till thoughtlessly was uttered A plain familiar thing. Create of common duty And fciith therein that lies; She answered, and looked upward. Her soul within her eyes. He read the cheerful service. Repose arising thence. Calm days of gentle wisdom. And steadfast innocence, 26 TTiat tide of flowing kindness A maiden heart may keep, And far below, unaltered. The woman's boundless deep. Beside them paused another. He bowed, and turned away; The look he will remember For ever and a day. Like ocean-mist, divideth The veil of years behind; She sitteth, while she gazeth From grateful eyes and kind. 27 XV 7K N^XYWORrD In earnest if I love thee? or ever I reply, Forgive me, and remember hov^ much in love doth lie , How much doth lie. Love's duty and Love's passion breathe not with mortal breath; Pure love is joy and sorrow, sweet love is life and death , Is life and death. Indeed, I do not love thee, I love thee not, ah no; Indeed I cannot love thee , I care not for thee so , Alas! not so. 28 XVI ^ It lieth in thy heart, I know, To play the movement o'er; The instrument will not bestow That favor lent before. With pains the tone may be restored, And thou forgiveness earn; Note after note, and chord by chord. The music will return. 29 XVII No more , she saith , no more , Her mate may I wander, wander, By mead, by paths of the forest, Hiat smiled to salute us, requite us. Where we twain went roaming, to cherish The children, the ^ars of the wild. Though she cometh no more, no more, Alone, alone, will I wander By mead, by paths of the fore^. That these may salute me, console me. Where we twain went roaming, to cherish The children, the ^ars of the wild. Like a danger, a Granger, they greet me, Commanding: "No more, no more. Alone, alone, dar'^ thou wander By mead, by paths of the fore^^ Where you twain went roaming, to cherish The children, the ^ars of the wild." 30 XVIII m 7K FAR COUNTRY Now prithee call me by my name. And kiss me on the cheek; So long it seems since any came With playmate-lips to speak; So few there be who any more The childish name will know; Then prithee call me as before. And kiss as long ago. 31 XIX sh;^pow5 Dim courses of a ghostly board Supply me thrice a day ; About the room, in disaccord, Bold shadows flit or ^ay. They pause in passme by my chair , Salute, and speak the while; I know what semblances they wear: I answer, and I smile. Alas, if thy redeeming hand Were reached to render aid. And guided me from shadow-land, Wherein I float a shade! 32 XX Chill falleth the eve of October, the twilight grows yellow and cold, Now herds have returned hrom the pasture, now sheep are safe in the fold; The lamps are lit for thy banquet, the candles are lighted o'er; Bestow a boon on the roamer who chanteth beside thy door . Command thy porter to open, 't is little he doth require , The crumb that remains from thy table, the seat that is free at thy fire. To ^and apart with thy servants, be cheered by thy mirth as they, Repose in thy porch for a midnight, and wend with the morrow day. 33 XXI TH£ LAND OF TH£ LOST At deep of night, in lonely bower, upon a muse I fell ; A gentle dream conveyed my soul where fallen spirits dwell. They seemed so sad , they looked so fair , I gazed and marvelled long; A single shape, a face I knew, came forward from the throng. "Dear friend, she cried, dear parted friend, 't is pleasure thee to greet; Ere thy return , a kiss bestow , thy lips they are so sweet ." I kissed her lips, "Herein," she said, "I seal thee mine, dear heart; For thou hast kissed, thy home is here, O never to depart." 34 L.cf: XXII FXiafs ILL He hunted by hill, he hunted by fell; When died away the twilight-beam, A cloud of sleep closed over his eyes. And his heart grew faint with a dream. He lighted down near an oaken grove, By the rein his courser he bound; His head was propped on a gnarled root. In face of a fairy mound. Came midnight, oped the fairy doors. The halls within were a-shine; A lady ^ept forth from the Fairies Hill, To serve the Granger with wine . She bore in her hands a silver grail. As she passed to the hunter's place; She stooped to his seat, and proffered the bowl; The twain gazed face to face. 35 Sweet sister, is it truly thou? And, sister, farest thou well? Is it joy to drink of the fairies' cup. And with the fairies dwell? " Hie silver slipt between her hands, The liquor on moss was shed : "More fortunate she at our mother's door Who shareth the dole of bread, And happier one who shivering waits For the robe of a mercy cold, Than it is to be fed of the fairies' feast, Arrayed in the silk and the gold!" My charger hath a flying speed ; Sweet sister, mount behind, And I will bear thee so far away, That the fairies can never find. 36 "Will carry thee hence to a shelter safe, Where nevermore needest thou fear To be charmed by the charm, and spelled with the spell. And be ruled by the fairies here." "And if thy ^eed were winged with thought, So far thou couldst never go , But I must be back in the Fairies Hill, Or ever the dawn doth glow." The cloud of sleep closed over his eyes, He fell to dreaming anew; When next he awaked, the dawn was gray, And cold on his forehead the dew. 37 XXIII R£D-ROSe-WOOp When I was young, and a simple youth, A-wooing behooved me to ride; I rode as far as the red-rose-wood. And it pleased me there to abide. I lighted down at the red-rose-wood , I fell on a slumber deep; Forth from her bower came the fairy queen. To waken me out ot sleep. Forth from her bower came the fairy queen, In mine ear low murmured she: "Hark what I say, thou beautiful youth. Tonight to dwell with me?" "To-night with me, thou beautiful youth," She murmured low in mine ear, "And my damsel shall sing thee a fairy song. If it pleaseth thee to hear." 38 The damsel was wise , she knew her lay , Such spell of delight she began, That the rushing river she bound to be still, The river that swiftly ran; The rushing river she bound to be still, That poureth over the linn; The trout who darts in the foamy pool , Did stir with never a fin; The stag who leaps in the red-rose-wood, Was fleet of foot no more; The chanter upon twilight bough, His melody was o'er. The fairies were dancing out and in, They danced all in a band; I gazed and gazed, poor simple youth, While I leaned my head on my hand. 39 XXIV R£L "Fair dweller of this garden, Pale-cheeked and sorrow-mute. Why flaunt the garb of minstrel, Yet lonely leave thy lute?" " I sang for merry-making On high where turrets rise. Beheld the sad hearts aching Below their festal guise, The buds a frost hath blighted Or ever bloom began, The v^ongs that ne'er are righted, The curse man meteth man, Life not to be recorded In measures, that combine With yonder sweetly-chorded And gentle lute of mine." 40 XXV Exorcism. Tonight my mind is darkened By cloud of mortal pain; Bestow on me thine harping, Bestow thy voice again. Tonight pale faces haunt me, And eyes of lonely woe; Bestow on me thine harping, Fair child, thy voice bestow. 41 XXVI (fH?^^l\£gK^ At lowest ebb of the ocean, I wander on twilight strand ; The wreck of a sturdy schooner lies bedded in yellow sand. Above her skeleton blancheth, gray barnacles gather below ; Long pools of glimmering water lie crimson in sunset glow . I stare upon whitening timbers, I marvel at radiance free ; Arise and bury thy conquest, O tide of the triumphing sea ! 42 XXVIl THE LONgLY OC8AN A blue and lonely ocean Encompasseth an isle ; With many-voiced motion It soundeth all the while. A merry infant playeth With never-wearied joy , Beside a pool delayeth To launch his floating toy. Time Cometh, when he pleases To dare the shining sea; He flieth before breezes, White sail, and billows free. 'Twixt hope and terror only He tosseth by and by, A waif on ocean lonely. Beholding sea and sky. 43 XXVIII TH£ FOUNT OF TETKRS Sweet fountain, to thy lilied brink Let lovers go , There hand in hand kneel down , and drink Thy healing flow . For me, who neither hope nor sigh, Thy cup is oe'r; Alone I wander, and draw nigh Thy marge no more. XXIX rnt wren of "What water to this twilight dell Doth lonely glimmer lend?" "Fair wanderer, t is called the Wei Of the World's End." "Pray, is it sweet, the rivulet, That icily doth flow?" "Its virtue maketh to forget Desire "What duty thine, who linger est late. Pale feature veiled o'er?" "Dear child of earth, I am thy Fate; Inqui uire no more . 45 Ill XXX 7K ;BiRTHDAY A thrush upon a maple-bough gave all his mind and sang; The hill was green, the maple bare, both road and valley rang. I listened to the lay afar, I heard the tune anear ; The burden went: "Fair Earth today is younger by a year, Fair Earth today, fair Earth today, is younger by a year." Or if I came, or if I went, the voice would not be mute , It chanted on in sweeter change than viol, harp , or lute . I learned the melody by heart, it chimeth in mine ear ; The burden went: "Fair Earth today is younger by a year, Fair Earth today. Fair Earth today, is younger by a year ." 49 XXXI Where yearly in childhood Her candor shone , A white lady waiteth By threshold-stone . While driveth horn ocean The eastern gale , She lingereth patient , Pure, and pale. Roses and lilies Will blow again ; Hither hies Summer With blooming train . Her love-letter beareth The snow-maiden here Who tidings declareth, Drooping and dear. 50 XXXll BLUifBIRI) Here halteth the winter, March-morning is mild; Down garden-path danceth a merry child, "Ah, welcome, sweet, welcome, sweet, welcome!" Before him floateth a piece of the sky; He ^ealeth behind, to follow and cry: "Ah, welcome, sweet, welcome, sweet In apple-tree hangeth a jar for his nest; Will Heaven be pleased in our orchard to rest? "Ah, welcome, sweet, welcoire, sweet, welcome!" 51 XXXIII While the forest, the forest, awaketh Naked are oak-boughs , Barren the wild ; Blue eyes behold me, Azure-mild . I muse on their brightness. Starry-free ; 'T is the soul of the woodland Gazeth on me . Half friendly her glances, Half foreign to mine; I carry her color In heart to shine. 52 nousronm When summer's new, A floweret blue Doth meadow bless; Fair maids, day after day. With petting love-names pay Her friendliness, Sky.flower, Starlight, Angel, Eye-bright, Babe Blue-eyed; Admire her beauty staid With Nun, and Quaker-maid, And words beside. Our maidens here The flower endear As Innocence, For love of her mild ways. And trusting infant gaze Of confidence. <^ 53 XXXV Purple and pink is the twiKght of May, Fresh of a morning early; Awaken the birds with the waking of day And 1 love my love so dearly . Apple-blossoms are blithe to see, Fresh of a morning early; Green are the leaves of the maple-tree, And I love my love so dearly. An oriole builds on a hanging bough, Fresh of a morning early; Hark, to his mate he calleth now, And I love my love so dearly . 54 XXXVI ^ The sun shines, the rain falls, the green boughs waver on high , That way warble the others , while mew! go I. From wayside-bush the catbird gray Mocketh the airs of the orchestra. Their making of love he'll sweetly present, Then mingle his laughter impertinent. About the song-book I hear him range, Chanting and piping in endless change. 55 XXXVII h W^^R^ Now airs breathe sweet, Now singers greet The morn with carol blest; On elm- tree high , Four blue eggs lie In every robin-nest . The sower of the fresh field, a careful man is he; He casteth on the brown land his seed in handfuls free. The sower of the fresh field, a gentle heart hath he; He hath nor wife nor children, nor innocent roof-tree . The sower of the fresh field, a virtue doth he own; He careth for another's as if it were his own. 56 XXXVIII THE SC5C^RL8T T^Nn^fiR A flame, a wandering fire, With wavering desire From bough to bough, Thou winged, wondrous thing! Of glad, of golden spring The soul art thou, A flame, a wandering fire. Thy ^ange, thy scarlet gleam, Will glisten through my dream The livelong year ; O pure, O holy May! O blithe, O blessed way I travel here ! A flame, a wandering fire. 57 XXXIX iNpreo ;BmD To my gate came a Joy When morning was new Gave me leave to enjoy A wing deep-blue ; From my glances, coy, Far, far, he flew. If I knew where my Joy May nest and reside. Secure from annoy , By some wild brook-side Mine hour I'd employ To gaze and abide. 58 XL In roamings of the May, To every sweet thing That hailed me on the way, I answered greeting ; With flowers like <>lars that shone , Changed welcomes many a one; For the friend , for the friend alone , Who all deserved, had power to render none. How, if each lesser fair Salute obtaineth , While she for whom I care No guerdon gaineth? Because, when her I leave, I part from everything. Of wavering lays I weave A wilderness, where she may dwell and sing. 59 XLI Near my window wide Dwelt side by side A bluebird-pair, Now flitting, and now In a hollow bough Residing there. Debate they made, If the lining were laid By bluebirds' law; Would twitter and sing. Then rove, to bring A shred, a straw. Flower-months are gone. And the ne^lings flown; Yet I tarry, to view The couple rest, A ruddy breast, A wing bright-blue. 60 XLII ROS£ OF THS NORTH Alone, alone, with the morning. [ sit among the beach-grass beside a southern ^rand ; [ hearken, while the ripples fall plashing on the sand. The wild rose bloometh lonely along a northern shore ; Below lies gray the granite, dark-blue the wave before . Far north the wild rose bloometh in beauty without cease; Her color and her odor refresh my heart with peace . 61 XLIII In birthtide-hour of the morning, Melodies come to me: When a holy rose of Aurora Blooms over a darkened lea; When silver dawnlight clingeth In the net of a vaporous sea; When scarlet honor crowneth The rolling of billows free; In the birthtide-hour of the Morning, Melodies come to me. 62 XLIV Lo falleth o'er yon eastern height A beam of crimson fire! To thee, pure fount of song and light! I lift the golden lyre! Enamor thou the in^rument, Endear each thrilling chord; Make every tone obedient As arrow of its lord! From skies by thee illumed today, And lands thou shalt behold, A glory render, that the lay Rise full and clear and bold! And when thine happiness may leave TTie west with roses crowned, As grateful let the hymn of eve In peace and honor sound! 63 XLV SUHSET Make voices rhyme once more With plashing of the oar, While we row, while we chant to our rowing. Cloud-castles of the sky Take fire and flame on high, While we row, while we chant to our rowing. The lake before the bow Lies fairy water now, While we row, while we chant to our rowing. Let twilight-roses die , To bloom in memory. While we row, while we chant to our rowing. 64 XLVI Blue heaven thou beholdest With eyes deep-blue and glad. In white and shining lilies All innocently clad . THE LAK.g^ Thou failed from the mountain, Thou flowed by the hill; A thousand singing ^eamlets TTiy rushing torrents fill. 65 THE^^T^ £Ro Mild roses of the sunset Upon thy brea^ remain, So pure the heart thou yielded, Devoid of selfish ^ain. THE LA Thy broad and gleaming splendor Hath nought to envy mine, When o'er empurpled water Deep twilight- glories shine. 66 XLVII HT^-fiLt^-x Arise, arise, sweet fountain. Where dimple of the mountain Enfolds thy well, abounding Its rock below; Like infant who awaketh. And gently sleep forsaketh, A smile bestow ; Arise, arise, sweet water, sing, sing, and flow From forth thy cradle creeping, Adown the glen haste leaping, Such tireless freedom keeping As children know ; A moment pause, and after With babble and babe-laughter Rejoicing go ; Arise, arise, sweet water, sing, sing, and flow. 67 Wear purple of the dawnlight, Stream azure in the sunlight, Foam silver, when the moonlight May dreamy grow; With melodies of playtime Run laughing, while in Maytime Flower-rainbows glow ; Arise, arise, sweet water, sing, smg, and flow. Expand among green rushes, Enlarge to grateful freshes. Where cool neath alder-bushes Roam cattle slow ; Neath meadow-bridges loiter. Where tiny bare feet patter To and fro ; Arise, arise, sweet water, sing, sing, and flow 68 XLVIIl The breathing of Ocean Is peaceful to-night ; The golden Moon bindeth His bosom with light. Her glory in heaven Doth reign and prevail; Its torches she quencheth In mystery pale; The chamber she floodeth Where calm thou dost lie Thy dream be illumined As water and sky! 69 XLIX STKR~SHIN£ Eyes that behold me, Show love that enfolds me. "What are the ^ars, my little maid?" "Pinholes to let through the light," she said "And what is the moon, now tell me plain?" " No more than a cloudy window-pane . " "And how of the sun, dear teacher mine?" "A door for the brightness of heaven to shine. 70 L TFf6 R£AP£R Where wavered the rye, Now corded sheaves lie; Let every life be content with its share Of dew, and sunshine, and blithening air. The rye he lay warm under winter-snow; In the spring of the year he was eager to grow. He rejoiced in the sun and the rain so free; His green acres rolled, like the waves of a sea. On reaping car sitteth a driver small; The red horses pace, and the yellow ears fall. 71 LI An angry gale waileth With wakening might; In sleep-robe a lady O'er-roameth the height. Below her the valley Lies darkling there ; She casts to the night-wind Long ^ands of her hair. "Wild temped," she calleth, "Encompass my form ! Through midnight exalt me, A soul of the ^orm. I'll fall upon fore^, Pine-trees I'll bow, 0*er ocean foam-bordered Furrows I'll plough , I'll waver with columns Of merciful rain. Pale Summer reviving From faintness again!" 72 LII OUVg-THI^yStt* A pathway climbing red or green Through closely-tangled evergreen , Fresh air replete With balsam-sweet , And a voice, one thrilling voice only, Lest he who mounteth be lonely. Gray lichened ridges granite-bold, Green forest falling fold on fold, On naked heights Mild mountain-lights , And a voice, one thrilling voice only, Lest he who pauseth be lonely. A pale and cloudy sky o'erhead, A paly sea cloud-islanded, Pale western hue Of cloudless blue , And a voice, one thrilling voice only, Lest he who gazeth be lonely. 73 MOUI?rKlN^ROOKi) Mid gorge of the mountain, Where evergreens dwell , A hemlock-darkened And shade-loving well, Pale mirror- like fountain, G)ld, silent, and clear. At margin imprinted With hoof of the deer, From covert escaping, Descendeth the steep With many a childish And silvery leap , In mossy cleft hideth Where dripping ferns grow O'er granite ledge glideth With shimmering flow , 74 Pure-falling , transparent , In poureth and out Of pebble-paved basin Where harbor the trout, Way- weary , reposeful , For loitering's sake, Expandeth to azure And wind-wooed lake. Refreshed , rejoicing , Outdanceth again Neath fir-root, and birches That mantle the glen. Cool shadow desireth, An amber-fresh ^eam. Of sunshine requireth A glint, a gleam. 75 Is hidden by timber, That bridgeth its course, Memento of stormy And rain-rushing force, Delays, where a comrade Or clamber eth by , Or springeth to boulders That islanded lie ; Or lower, or louder, The summerlong day Aye chanteth , chanteth , One varying lay , One magical music, Like human elf , Who wandereth , humming A tune to himself, 76 A melody , murmured All yester-night, A movement to render When morrow is bright O'erheard by a danger, Who marvelleth there What feeling or fancy That carol declare , As laughing, the water Flows vocal and hee. To merge with the tidal And infinite sea. ^^ 77 LIV mi^iAovuMAm I tarry on dome of the mountain, while morn breatheth azure and clear; Around me like couchant leopards lie brown hills tawny and near; Yon deep lake of darkening purple hath silver marge to behold; A mantle of fresh-shining fore^ falls thither fold below fold. Far ranks of the northern highlands, now cloudless range beyond range. Retain color of sunlight and wisdom, undarkened by shadow of change; Clear round of the holy horizon enringeth broad ocean-miles, Here freedom of wayfaring waters, there order of channels and isles. 78 Tomorrow a bank of the sunrise will wander in from the deep, Envelop harbor and headland, encompass meadow and steep; Today I have paused on the summit, today beheld from the height; I shall view the roof of my cottage, and the world in a morning-light. 79 •^^-^^^.a^ Wild harp of the lonely forest, thy many voices prepare To sound in a single music, be born amid golden air ; Deep joy hath he in the fore^ who liveth and reigneth alone; The spirit of every creature doth breathe and blend with his own. Gray stones o*erlichened and stained, green leaves that waver and shine, Young oaks that mantle the highland, and sun-lighted ^ems of the pine. Pure waters that gather and glisten in silence from mosses fed. Strange world of shadows and marvels, and blue-gleaming sky overhead. 80 Dark curve of the eastern ocean , glad chain of the radiant west, From morn to even unclouded, apparelled in sapphire blest. Mine heart is free and rejoiceth, aware of rhymes that belong; Wild harp of the lonely forest, prelude the chords of the song. 81 LVI Tff^ LAND A green land, A sweet land, Of founts freshly-flowing, Pure lakes azure-glowing, Free ocean-winds, blowing On granite ^and; Thy friendship be^owing. Green land! Sweet land! A green land, A sweet land. Of fore^ extending. High pa^re ascending. Low river-mead, lending Flower- wealth to the hand; Thy bloom-magic lending. Green land! Sweet land! 82 A green land, A sweet land, Of highland far-shining. Horizons defining, With sunsets combining Or golden or grand; Like Heaven far-shining. Green land! Sweet land! 83 LVII %l^i^UAF3 I pour from the deep In cataract green. Over reef I leap, A fountain sheen, Pinetree-high; By and by, The cliff I smite With thunder-might! Amid chasm I boil, Swarm over the ledge. Like serpent-coil , To fore^-edge; Among crags I play, With rocket-spray Enveil them all; Cascading back, Rock red and black I sheet vv^ith silver waterfall! 84 As Moments flow on the ^and of Time I beat forever, in cadence and rhyme; Million-handed I tear, Cloud or shine, Earth flowery-fair. To make her mine; Mine shall she be. Whelmed in a sea Shore-free ! dS LVIIl THe U0HTHOU5£ A mild and wakeful beacon Glows lonely o'er the deep; Above its crowning lantern Do scornful waters leap. Now boiling surges eddy, Now welling billows pour; Resounding breakers thunder Along a granite shore. Homeward, a swift sail neareth The pure and friendly light; A moment more, it veereth, Concealed by foam and night. 86 LIX Ere October days Set the fore^ ablaze, In our marshes low Doth a flower blow. With sunshiny hue Of purple-blue , Like heavens, that shine Over mountain-pine , Save silvery cloud For fringes allowed , 87 To waver and glow When west-winds blow. Though blossom decrease , To yon daughter of Peace Belongeth an art, In the gazer's heart With beauty that shone In months which are flown, To mingle the morn Of Summers unborn . LX CORON7>JTION Blue shone the heavens over, Deep blue lay waters beneath, While Hours were crowning October In pride of a victor wreath. With a flower-like garland they crowned him, Of honor blithe to behold; In emperor's mantle they gowned him, Embroidered of scarlet and gold. 89 LXI AUTUMN i:LSiV^S Earth-mother mine, alas, and alas! That youth and bloom like a vapor pass! Thy mantle brown, that ageth toward fall, Doth fold like a wan and funeral pall O'er my love, o'er my hope, that lies burie Share rather with me the World-builder's mood, Who gazed on his work, and behold, it was good! Lo, I enlarge for a token to thee A rich and a crimson canopy O'er thy love, o'er thy hope, that lies buri< 90 LXII Now calm and tender blue Doth confidence renew, And care release. Though westward may remain One thought of yester rain, A silver peace. The wide eternal sky, Where past and future lie. Doth sunshine keep. And over Autumn*s march Maintain a holy arch Of color deep. 91 IV LXIII DSCORT^TION TENOR From forest and fountain-sweet meadow, Remainder of the spring 1 carry in color-bright palmfuls To make mine offering; Let their sacred and starry freshness Betoken what homage I bring. SOPRANO By the friendly and bountiful garden Were granted clear honors I bear; I paused where ancient lilacs All freshly are blooming there; A fragrant peace of the household My clustered branches declare. 95 BASS Each heart with its silent ^ory, They came from workshop and plough; No letter recordeth a legend, No stone doth a title allow ; The mound that covered a foeman Is reckoned a comrade's now. ALTO Dear child, until worship is over. Retain me firm by the hand. As hushed in a row with the others, Near the foot of a grave we stand; Lay down thy blooms for a token. When the trumpet chanteth command. % QUARTET While Hate o'ercloudeth no longer, And Love may sunshine recall, 'T is right the riches of Summer To render memorial; Lo, forth from their mortal sowing Hath harvest of ours been born. As after December shines April, And Night is the mother of Morn. 97 LXIV FOR TH^ S^A The lives that Ocean hath garnered, To them let Ocean be true; For the wave our roses and laurel, For the wave our lilies and rue. Who reposeth from duty and danger. What matter where he sleep, In bed of the wandering waters. Or below Life's Cormier deep? The lovers whom Love hath forsaken To hardship and lonely years. Require the comfort of sorrow, Demand the mercy of tears. For us the raiment of mourning, TTie emblems of honor for you; We cast our roses and laurel. We throw our lilies and rue. 98 LXV Before the tides of Atlantic, That flow so clear and so cold, By feet of the shining Sierras, By western Gate of Gold, Where billowy tides of the prairie Roll green under skies of light, In glens of the leafy highland, On fields where the cotton is white; I hail thee, I greet thee, my brother! Receive the heart and the hand. In name of the bountiful parent. The dearly-beloved land! She weareth the mantle of plenty, She reigneth from sea to sea; As wide as the realm of the mother Let thought of the children be. 99 LXVI 7KLL SAINTS Today I keep holy, Tomorrow thou; So in life did the saints Adored now. Thus petal by petal, Enfolded blows The flower of the hagrant And mystical rose. 100 LXVII TJILL SOULS A holy tree as ancient As Time himself is old, Doth starry glories ripen Of lustre manifold. Like orbs, whose guardian splendor Can pacify the night, For one beheld, a million Unthanked bestow their light. The dimmest fruit and farthest Doth aye a seed contain. That if the parent perish Would make it rise again. With all the roots that nourish, And all the buds that blow. And all the leaves that waver. And all the globes that glow. 101 LXVUI From northern cold, how bloomed yon lily blest? To beauty cherished on Nature's breast. Will dear companions sigh above his grave? While fore^s murmur, and while grasses wave. Who harboreth his Thoughts, their lover gone? No after-friend; they trusted him alone. Where gain of life, now he hath found repose? Indeed, a bluer sky, a redder rose. 102 LXIX THS cath£tdH5o;l A builder, of bright marbles all, Heaped high a minster-stone; The insolent and heartless wall Did right nor reason own. A lover spent a silent while. And carved an angel-face; Behold the warrant of the pile, Adore the temple's grace. 103 K^cowgpgNsg For every gentle ray That beamed upon the way; For eyes, where heavens shone, That earth might briefly own; For love allowed to dwell, Too pure and deep to tell; For lives, with joy and woe Full like a river*s flow; 104 For hearts, whose channels bare Were parched by earth's despair How answer rightful claim Of every separate name? They do not so require; One guerdon they desire, A roof secure and wide, Where none may be denied. 105 LXXI 7K STAR, "Friend, sweet friend, I would make a song. Of thee a song, Thou small star. Thou shy star, That hidest so deep in the heaven." "Friend, make no song, Of me no song; Make a song of my sister. The bright moon, The pure moon. Her in whose glory I veil me." 106 LXXII FUN£R}9vL /AKRCH Let earth to earth be resigned; Rest in peace. Let soul with soul be enshrined; Rest in peace. As thy deed, so thy memory lowly. To love alone shall be holy; March, march, in order and slowly. Rest in peace. The comrades who battled about thee. Rest in peace. What task will be theirs without thee? Rest in peace. Thy pride, adversity scorning, Their beacon, their hope, and their warning. Beheld the night like the morning, Rest in peace. 107 For fate severe wert thou singled; Re^ in peace. World's woe for thee hath been mingled Rest in peace. Thy crown, of sorrow's designing, Showed thorn and lily entwining, No laurel, no myrtle combining, Rest in peace. Alas, that so hath befallen! Rest in peace . Thy flower ungathered hath fallen; Rest in peace . No maid, in thee for her lover, May deep under discover. Clear height over height above her, Rest in peace . 108 With hero's heart hast thou ^iven; Rest in peace. A soldier's life hast thou given; Rest in peace . We make no lamenting o'er thee; Forgive the sigh, we implore thee; Thy right of calm we restore thee; Rest in peace. 109 LXXIII ADlSU From throng apart I saw her stand; The train drew forth ; she waved to n A dear farewell, she kissed the hand; At morn, between us rolled the sea. I wandered over many a land; I hoped with her once more to be; Today I see her kiss the hand. While evermore doth roll the sea. no LXXIV We wandered where the path was red With fallen needles of the pine; Behold, below our footsteps spread, Pink-flowering, a slender vine. A graceful vase, a tiny bell, That brimming perfume overfills; Too timid near mankind to dwell, *Tis fled to solitary hills. She knelt to breathe the perfumed air. She lifted palms of ecstacy; Less pleasure mine in blossom there, Than part in her felicity. New wine of summer sweetly fills Pink chalices remote from men; But I must climb remoter hills, To find my flower in bloom again. in LXXV WKT£R~UU£S I carry white water-lilies, white lilies of ^arry grace; I lay them beside her bosom, I twine them about her face. She lieth serene and stately, adorned with her beauty the while; Out of a tender silence on me she seemcth to smile. 1 leave the light of mine eyes, I leave the hope of mine heart ; Beloved, be^ow thy peace, thy peace with me to depart. 112 LXXVl R8BIR=tHS When early summer weareth Dawn-colors of the year, Sweet Memory declareth Her mind in flowers clear. Then bloometh out of longing What love did there reside; Of life to man belonging, Doth Love alone abide. 113 << ^ LXXVII My temple bright I made on a height, Wide earth below ; Of marbles strange Did columns change In many a row. Each glorious wall Was storied with all That gods befell; In outer court, For world's resort , A healing well. Pure holy days With robes and praise Did clergy keep ; Alone divine , One grave, one shrine. To kneel and weep. 114 LXXVIII Remembrance and honor we owe thee, regard and thought that are thine, Today be gratefully chanted in vows at thy martyr-shrine ; Thy courage that mounted with danger, thy mercy that ripened through pain, Mid bloom of awakening summer will flower and grow fruitful again. For thee, when mantle of May-tide adorneth the orchard-land. Young lovers who breathe of the perfume will silent go hand in hand; Por thee, when pride of October enlargeth the hope to behold, Shall he move, a priest of thanksgiving, in raiment of crimson and gold. 115 For thee in a chorded music will billows march rolling forth, Triumphal rise tones of the tempest, and life- bringing gales from the north; O'er thy peace shine a million ages, where every star hath his part; Like the wave of a flowing water , their anthem beareth the heart. 116 LXXIX ex\©To Pilgrim, chance-inmate of our ho^el, let Thine heart be peace, accept a wel- come free; Who made the hospice, destined it for thee, Through thee to pay some portion of a debt. What creditor, what obligation? Know No more, than let thy fantasy conceive All life from life in lifetime may receive. Thou 'It never sum what total he doth owe. The loan he hath no freedom to requite, He shareth as the lender would desire. For his soul's sake, from thee he doth require Below the roof that tranquil be thy night. 11 7 LXXX A lamp I know of a merciful ray; It burneth forever, by night and by day. It maketh a safe and a pleasant room ; It shineth far, if deep be the gloom. The darkness I welcome for love of its grace; My lamp hath the light of a holy face. Id Two hundred copies printed from type by William WeUs Newell, at Hazelbrook, Wayland, Mass. ONGRESS