{"1": {"fulltext": "THe-POeAS-OF\\nCeLIA\\nTHAXTeR", "height": "3645", "width": "2244", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\n^ct^r^\\nChap. Copyright x\\\\o\\nSlielll.i,:;\\n-^^A^../\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "appleSate ^tsitian\\nTHE POEMS\\nOF\\nCELIA THAXTER", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE POEMS\\nOF\\nCELIA THAXTER\\nBOSTON AND NEW YORK\\nHOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY\\n1899\\n/I", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Library of Congrassy\\nOffice f the\\nDEG6-1I\\nRegister of Copyrlghf\u00c2\u00abr\\n48671\\nCopyright, 1871, 1878, and 1886,\\nBy L. L. THAXTER, HOUGHTON, OSGOOD CO.\\nAND CELIA THAXTER.\\nCopyright, 1896 and 1899,\\nBy ROLAND THAXTER.\\nA// rights reserved.\\nSECOND COPY,\\nThe Eiverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A.\\nElectrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton Co.\\nJon) \\\\r", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "In this new edition of the collected writings of Celia\\nThaxter, great care has heen taken to keep to her own\\narrangement and to the order in which the poems were\\noriginally published. In this way they seem to make\\nsomething like a journal of her daily life and thought,\\nand to mark the constantly increasing power of obser-\\nvation which was so marked a trait in her character.\\nAs her eyes grew quicker to see the blooming of flow-\\ners and the flight of birds, the turn of the waves as\\nthey broke^on the rocks of Appledore, so the eyes\\nof her spirit read more and more clearly the inward\\nsignificance of things, the mysterious sorrows and joys\\nof human life. In the earliest of her poems there is\\nmuch to be found of that strange insight and antici-\\npation of experience which comes with such gifts of\\nnature and gifts for writing as hers, but as life went\\non it seemed as if Sorrow were visible to her eyes,\\na shrouded figure walking in the daylight. Here I\\nand Sorrow sit was often true to the sad vision of her\\nimagination, yet she oftenest came hand in hand with\\nsome invisible dancing Joy to a friend s door.\\nThrough the long list of these brief poems (begin-\\nning in the earliest book with Land-locked and follow-", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "VI PKEFACE\\ning through the volumes called Driftiveed and The\\nCruise of the Mystery all reprinted here with some\\nlater verses found together among her papers), one\\nwalks side by side in intimate companionship with this\\nsometimes sad-hearted but sincerely glad and happy\\nwoman and poet, and knows the springs of her life and\\nthe power of her great love and hope. In another\\nvolume all her delightful verses and stories for children\\nhave been gathered; but one poem. The Sandpiper^\\nseemed to belong to one book as much as to the other,\\nand this has been reprinted in both.\\nIn the volume of her Letters will be found the\\nrecords of Celia Thaxter s life and so far as it could be\\ntold the history of her literary work, while some per-\\nsonal notes by the hand of one of her dearest and old-\\nest friends leave little to be said here. Yet those who\\nhave known through her writings alone the islands she\\nloved so much, may care to know how, just before she\\ndied, she paid, as if with dim foreboding, a last visit\\nto the old familiar places of the tiny world that was\\nso dear to her. Day after day she called those who\\nwere with her to walk or sail; once to spend a long\\nafternoon among the high cliffs of Star Island where\\nwe sat in the shade behind the old church, and she\\nspoke of the year that she spent in the Gosport par-\\nsonage, and went there with us, to find old memories\\nwaiting to surprise her in the worn doorways, and\\nghosts and fancies of her youth tenanting all the an-", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PREFACE VU\\ncient rooms. Once we went to the lighthouse on\\nWhite Island, where she walked lightly over the\\nrough rocks with wonted feet, and showed us many\\na trace of her childhood, and sang some quaint old\\nsongs, as we sat on the cliff looking seaward, with\\na touching lovely ca*^.ence in her voice, an unfor-\\ngotten cadence to any one who ever heard her sing.\\nWe sat by the Spaniards graves through a long\\nsummer twilight, and she repeated her poem as if its\\nfamiliar words were new, and we talked of many\\nthings as we watched the sea. And on Appledore she\\nshowed us all the childish playgrounds dearest to her\\nand to her brothers, the cupboard in a crevice of\\nrock, the old wells and cellars, the tiny stone-walled\\nenclosures, the worn doorsteps of unremembered houses.\\nWe crept under the Sheep rock for shelter out of a\\nsudden gust of rain, we found some of the rarer wild\\nflowers in their secret places. In one of these it\\nthrills me now to remember that she saw a new white\\nflower, strange to her and to the island, which seemed\\nto reach up to her hand. This never bloomed on\\nAppledore before, she said, and looked at it with\\ngrave wonder. It has not quite bloomed yet, she\\nsaid, standing before the flower; I shall come here\\nagain; and then we went our unreturning way up the\\nfootpath that led over the ledges, and left the new\\nflower growing in its deep windless hollow on the soft\\ngreen turf.", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "viii PEEFACE\\nIt was midsummer, and the bayberry bushes were\\nall a bright and shining green, and we watched a\\nsandpiper, and heard the plaintive cry that begged us\\nnot to find and trouble its nest. Under the very rocks\\nand gray ledges, to the far nests of the wild sea birds,\\nher love and knowledge seemed to go. She was made\\nof that very dust, and set about with that sea, islanded\\nindeed in the reserves of her lonely nature with its\\nstorms and calmness of high tides, but it seemed as if\\na little star dust must have been mixed with the ordi-\\nnary dust of those coasts; there was something bright\\nin her spirit that will forever shine, and light the\\nhearts of those who loved her. It will pass on to a\\nlater time in these poems that she wrote of music, of\\nspring and winter, of flowers and birds, and of that\\nnorthern sea which was her friend and fellow.\\nS. 0. J.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nPAQB\\nLand-locked 1\\nOff Shoee 2\\nExpectation 4\\nThe Wreck of the Pocahontas 6\\nA Thanksgiving 11\\nThe Minute-guns 12\\nSeaward 14\\nRock Weeds 15\\nThe Sandpiper 18\\nTwilight 19\\nThe Swallow 20\\nA Grateful Heart 22\\nThe Spaniards Graves 24\\nWatching 25\\nIn May 27\\nA Summer Day 29\\nRegret 32\\nBefore Sunrise 34\\nBy the Roadside 37\\nSorrow 39\\nNovember 41\\nCourage 41\\nRemembrance 43\\nSong We sail toward Evening s lonely Star 44\\nA Tryst 45\\nImprisoned 48\\nPresage 50", "height": "3402", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "X CONTENTS\\nMidsummer Midnight 51\\nApril Days 53\\nHeartbreak Hill 54\\nThe Song-Sparrow 57\\nIn Kittery Churchyard 59\\nAt the Breakers Edge 61\\nFor Thoughts 63\\nWherefore 64\\nguendolen 66\\nThe Watch of Boon Island 67\\nBeethoven 70\\nMozart 72\\nSchubert 73\\nChopin 74\\nThe Pimpernel 75\\nBy the Dead 78\\nFootprints in the Sand 80\\nA Broken Lily 83\\nMay Morning 84\\nAll s Well 86\\nThe Secret 90\\nSeaside Goldenrod 92\\nMarch 93\\nSONGl 95\\nThe White Rover 95\\nContrast 99\\nA Faded Glove 100\\nPortent 103\\nSong Sing, little Bird, oh sing 105\\nRenunciation 106\\nSong: Oh the Fragrance of the Air 107\\nTwo Sonnets 108\\nDaybreak 109\\nSong O Love, Love, Love Ill\\nThe Nestling Swallows 112\\nVesper Song 114\\n1 By Oscar Laighton.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nXI\\nFlowers in October jii\\nWait l^g\\nKaren 217\\nA Mussel Shell hq\\nTrust 120\\nmodjeska 222\\nSong Swallow, sailing lightly 123\\nLars 224\\nSong A Rushing of Wings in the Dawn 127\\nThora 228\\nThe Happy Birds 230\\nSlumber Song 232\\nStarlight 232\\nSong Hark, how sweet the Thrushes sing 135\\nRemonstrance 235\\nMorning Song 238\\nBeethoven\\n139\\nSong What good Gift can I bring Thee, O thou\\nDearest 239\\nWith the Tide 240\\nThe Sunrise never failed us yet 142\\nEnthralled 243\\nSong: Rolls the long Breaker in Splendor, and\\nglances 245\\nTransition 246\\nLeviathan 248\\nTo A Violin 249\\nPhilosophy 250\\nMedrick and Osprey 152\\nAlone 253\\nReverie 254\\nHeart s-Ease 156\\nAutumn 258\\nSong Love, art Thou weary with the sultry Day? 159\\nSubmission IgO\\nSong I wore your Roses, Yesterday .162\\nSpring again 162\\nSonnet As happy Dwellers by the Seaside hear 165", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "xii CONTENTS\\nSong Above in her Chamber her Voice I hear 165\\nForeboding 166\\nHomage 167\\nDiscontent 168\\nAlready 170\\nGuests 171\\nMutation 173\\nFarewell 174\\nDoubt 175\\nSunset Song 176\\nLove shall save us all 177\\nThe Cruise of the Mystery 177\\nSchumann s Sonata in A Minor 184\\nBecause of Thee 185\\nFlowers for the Brave 186\\nExpostulation 187\\nPersistence 188\\nS. E 190\\nPoor Lisette 190\\nTo J. G. W 192\\nIn Tuscany 193\\nGood-By, Sweet Day 195\\nIn Autumn 196\\nWest- Wind 197\\nImpatience 199\\nIn the Lane 200\\nHer Mirror 202\\nFor Christmas 203\\nAt Set of Moon 204\\nMy Garden 205\\nLost and Saved 208\\nA Rose of Joy 209\\nIn September 210\\nUnder the Eaves 212\\nNovember Morning 214\\nIn Death s Despite 217\\nA Song of Hope 218\\nOur Soldiers 219", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS xiii\\nTwo 220\\nCompensation 222\\nSonnet Back from Life s Coasts the ebbing Tide\\nHAD dbawn 224\\nJoy 224\\nBeloved 225\\nThe Answer 226\\nSong Past the Point and by the Beach 227\\nAugust 228\\nSong A Bird upon a rosy Bough .229\\nOh tell me not of heavenly Halls 230\\nMidsummer 231\\nNew Year Song 232\\nCaptured 232\\nFaith 234\\nAt Dawn 235\\nIn a Horse-Car 236\\nA Valentine 238\\nWithin and Without 239\\nBetrothed 240\\nQuestions 242\\nTyre and Sidon 244\\nHjelma 245\\nMy Hollyhock 247\\nBenediction 250\\nSonnet If I do speak your Praise, forgive me,\\nSweet 250\\nOn the Train 251\\nPeace 253\\nAs Linnets Sing 254\\nRuth 255\\nPetition 257\\nAppeal 258", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "POEMS\\nLAND-LOCKED\\nBlack lie the hills; swiftly doth daylight flee;\\nAnd, catching gleams of sunset s dying smile,\\nThrough the dusk land for many a changing mile\\nThe river runneth softly to the sea.\\nO happy river, could I follow thee\\nO yearning heart, that never can be still\\nO wistful eyes, that watch the steadfast hill,\\nLonging for level line of solemn sea!\\nHave patience; here are flowers and songs of birds,\\nBeauty and fragrance, wealth of sound and sight.\\nAll summer s glory thine from morn till night.\\nAnd life too full of joy for uttered words.\\nNeither am I ungrateful; but I dream\\nDeliciously how twilight falls to-night\\nOver the glimmering water, how the light\\nDies blissfully away, until I seem", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "OFF SHORE\\nTo feel the wind, sea-scented, on my cheek,\\nTo catch the sound of dusky flapping sail\\nAnd dip of oars, and voices on the gale\\nAfar off, calling low, my name they speak\\nO Earth! thy summer song of joy may soar\\nKinging to heaven in triumph. I but crave\\nThe sad, caressing murmur of the wave\\nThat breaks in tender music on the shore.\\nOFF SHOEE\\nRock, little boat, beneath the quiet sky;\\nOnly the stars behold us where we lie,\\nOnly the stars and yonder brightening moon.\\nOn the wide sea to-night alone are we;\\nThe sweet, bright summer day dies silently,\\nIts glowing sunset will have faded soon.\\nRock softly, little boat, the while I mark\\nThe far off gliding sails, distinct and dark.\\nAcross the west pass steadily and slow.\\nBut on the eastern waters sad, they change\\nAnd vanish, dream-like, gray, and cold, and strange.\\nAnd no one knoweth whither they may go.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "OFF SHORE a\\nWe care not, we, drifting with wind and tide,\\nWhile glad waves darken upon either side,\\nSave where the moon sends silver sparkles down,\\nAnd yonder slender stream of changing light,\\nNow white, now crimson, tremulously bright,\\nWhere dark the lighthouse stands, with fiery crown.\\nThick falls the dew, soundless on sea and shore:\\nIt shines on little boat and idle oar.\\nWherever moonbeams touch with tranquil glow.\\nThe waves are full of whispers wild and sweet;\\nThey call to me, incessantly they beat\\nAlong the boat from stern to curved prow.\\nComes the careering wind, blows back my hair,\\nAll damp with dew, to kiss me unaware.\\nMurmuring Thee I love, and passes on.\\nSweet sounds on rocky shores the distant rote;\\nOh could we float forever, little boat,\\nUnder the blissful sky drifting alone!", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "EXPECTATION\\nEXPECTATIOISr\\nThroughout the lonely house the whole day long\\nThe wind-harp s fitful music sinks and swells,\\nA cry of pain, sometimes, or sad and strong.\\nOr faint, like broken peals of silver bells.\\nAcross the little garden comes the breeze,\\nBows all its cups of flame, and brings to me\\nIts breath of mignonette and bright sweet-peas.\\nWith drowsy murmurs from the encircling sea.\\nIn at the open door a crimson drift\\nOf fluttering, fading woodbine leaves is blown,\\nAnd through the clambering vine the sunbeams sift,\\nAnd trembling shadows on the floor are thrown.\\nI climb the stair, and from the window lean\\nSeeking thy sail, love, that still delays;\\nLonging to catch its glimmer, searching keen\\nThe jealous distance veiled in tender haze.\\nWhat care I if the pansies purple be.\\nOr sweet the wind-harp wails through the slow\\nhours\\nOr that the lulling music of the sea\\nComes woven with the perfume of the flowers", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "EXPECTATION 5\\nThou comest not! I ponder o er the leaves,\\nThe crimson drift behind the open door:\\nSoon shall we listen to a wind that grieves,\\nMourning this glad year, dead forevermore.\\nAnd, O my love, shall we on some sad day\\nFind joys and hopes low fallen like the leaves,\\nBlown by life s chilly autumn wind away\\nIn withered heaps God s eye alone perceives\\nCome thou, and save me from my dreary thought!\\nWho dares to question Time, what it may bring?\\nYet round us lies the radiant summer, fraught\\nWith beauty: must we dream of suffering?\\nYea, even so. Through this enchanted land.\\nThis morning-red of life, we go to meet\\nThe tempest in the desert, hand in hand,\\nAlong God s paths of pain, that seek his feet.\\nBut this one golden moment, hold it fast\\nThe light grows long: low in the west the sun.\\nClear red and glorious, slowly sinks at last.\\nAnd while I muse, the tranquil day is done.\\nThe land breeze freshens in thy gleaming sail!\\nAcross the singing waves the shadows creep:\\nUnder the new moon s thread of silver pale.\\nWith the first star, thou comest o er the deep.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "THE WRECK OF THE POCAHONTAS\\nTHE WRECK OF THE POCAHONTAS\\nI LIT the lamps in the lighthouse tower,\\nEor the sun dropped down and the day was dead.\\nThey shone like a glorious clustered flower,\\nTen golden and five red.\\nLooking across, where the line of coast\\nStretched darkly, shrinking away from the sea,\\nThe lights sprang out at its edge, almost\\nThey seemed to answer me\\nwarning lights burn bright and clear.\\nHither the storm comes Leagues away\\nIt moans and thunders low and drear,\\nBurn till the break of day\\nGood-night I called to the gulls that sailed\\nSlow past me through the evening sky;\\nAnd my comrades, answering shrilly, hailed\\nMe back with boding cry.\\nA mournful breeze began to blow;\\nWeird music it drew through the iron bars;\\nThe sullen billows boiled below.\\nAnd dimly peered the stars;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE WRECK OF THE POCAHONTAS\\nThe sails that flecked the ocean floor\\nFrom east to west leaned low and fled;\\nThey knew what came in the distant roar\\nThat filled the air with dread!\\nFlung by a fitful gust, there beat\\nAgainst the window a dash of rain:\\nSteady as tramp of marching feet\\nStrode on the hurricane.\\nIt smote the waves for a moment still,\\nLevel and deadly white for fear;\\nThe bare rock shuddered, an awful thrill\\nShook even my tower of cheer.\\nLike all the demons loosed at last,\\nWhistling and shrieking, wild and wide,\\nThe mad wind raged, while strong and fast\\nEoUed in the rising tide.\\nAnd soon in ponderous showers, the spray,\\nStruck from the granite, reared and sprung\\nAnd clutched at tower and cottage gray,\\nWhere overwhelmed they clung\\nHalf drowning to the naked rock\\nBut still burned on the faithful light.\\nNor faltered at the tempest s shock.\\nThrough all the fearful night.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "THE WRECK OF THE POCAHONTAS\\nWas it in vain 1 That knew not we.\\nWe seemed, in that confusion vast\\nOf rushing wind and roaring sea,\\nOne point whereon was cast\\nThe whole Atlantic s weight of brine.\\nHeaven help the ship should drift our way\\nNo matter how the light might shine\\nFar on into the day.\\nWhen morning dawned, above the din\\nOf gale and breaker boomed a gun!\\nAnother! We who sat within\\nAnswered with cries each one.\\nInto each other s eyes with fear\\nWe looked through helpless tears, as still,\\nOne after one, near and more near,\\nThe signals pealed, until\\nThe thick storm seemed to break apart\\nTo show us, staggering to her grave.\\nThe fated brig. We had no heart\\nTo look, for naught could save.\\nOne glimpse of black hull heaving slow.\\nThen closed the mists o er canvas torn\\nAnd tangled ropes swept to and fro\\nFrom masts that raked forlorn.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE WKECK OF THE POCAHONTAS\\nWeeks after, yet ringed round with spray\\nOur island lay, and none might land;\\nThough blue the waters of the bay\\nStretched calm on either hand.\\nAnd when at last from the distant shore\\nA little boat stole out, to reach\\nOur loneliness, and bring once more\\nEresh human thought and speech,\\nWe told our tale, and the boatmen cried:\\nT was the Pocahontas, all were lost\\nFor miles along the coast the tide\\nHer shattered timbers tossed.\\nThen I looked the whole horizon round,\\nSo beautiful the ocean spread\\nAbout us, o er those sailors drowned!\\nFather in heaven, I said,\\nA child s grief struggling in my breast,\\nDo purposeless thy children meet\\nSuch bitter death? How was it best\\nThese hearts should cease to beat?\\nOh wherefore Are we naught to Thee\\nLike senseless weeds that rise and fall\\nUpon thine awful sea, are we\\nNo more then, after all", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "10 THE WEECK OF THE POCAHONTAS\\nAnd I shut the beauty from my sight,\\nFor I thought of the dead that lay below;\\nFrom the bright air faded the warmth and light,\\nThere came a chill like snow.\\nThen I heard the far-off rote resound,\\nWhere the breakers slow and slumberous rolled,\\nAnd a subtile sense of Thought profound\\nTouched me with power untold.\\nAnd like a voice eternal spake\\nThat wondrous rhythm, and, Peace, be still\\nIt murmured, bow thy head and take\\nLife s rapture and life s ill,\\nAnd wait. At last all shall be clear.\\nThe long, low, mellow music rose\\nAnd fell, and soothed my dreaming ear\\nWith infinite repose.\\nSighing I climbed the lighthouse stair.\\nHalf forgetting my grief and pain;\\nAnd while the day died, sweet and fair,\\nI lit the lamps again.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "A THANKSGIVING 11\\nA thanksgiving-\\nHigh on the ledge the wind blows the bayberry\\nbright,\\nTurning the leaves till they shudder and shine in the\\nlight;\\nYellow St. John s-wort and yarrow are nodding their\\nheads,\\nIris and wild-rose are glowing in purples and reds.\\nSwift flies the schooner careering beyond o er the blue;\\nFaint shows the furrow she leaves as she cleaves lightly\\nthrough\\nGay gleams the fluttering flag at her delicate mast;\\nFull swell the sails with the wind that is following fast.\\nQuail and sandpiper and swallow and sparrow are here\\nSweet sound their manifold notes, high and low, far\\nand near;\\nChorus of musical waters, the rush of the breeze,\\nSteady and strong from the south, what glad voices\\nare these\\nO cup of the wild- rose, curved close to hold odorous\\ndew.\\nWhat thought do you hide in your heart I would\\nthat I knew", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "12 THE MINUTE-GUNS\\nbeautiful Iris, unfurling your purple and gold,\\nWhat victory fling you abroad in the flags you unfold 1\\nSweet may your thought be, red rose, but still sweeter\\nis mine,\\nClose in my heart hidden, clear as your dewdrop\\ndivine.\\nFlutter your gonfalons. Iris, the paean I sing\\nIs for victory better than joy or than beauty can bring.\\nInto thy calm eyes, Nature, I look and rejoice;\\nPrayerful, I add my one note to the Infinite voice:\\nAs shining and singing and sparkling glides on the\\nglad day.\\nAnd eastward the swift-rolling planet wheels into the\\ngray.\\nTHE MINUTE-GUNS\\nI STOOD within the little cove.\\nFull of the morning s life and hope,\\nWhile heavily the eager waves\\nCharged thundering up the rocky slope.\\nThe splendid breakers How they rushed,\\nAll emerald green and flashing white.\\nTumultuous in the morning sun.\\nWith cheer and sparkle and delight!", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE MINUTE-GUNS 13\\nAnd freshly blew the fragrant wind,\\nThe wild sea wind, across their tops,\\nAnd caught the spray and flung it far\\nIn sweeping showers of glittering drops.\\nWithin the cove all flashed and foamed\\nWith many a fleeting rainbow hue;\\nWithout, gleamed bright against the sky\\nA tender wavering line of blue.\\nWhere tossed the distant waves, and far\\nShone silver- white a quiet sail;\\nAnd overhead the soaring gulls\\nWith graceful pinions stemmed the gale.\\nAnd all my pulses thrilled with joy.\\nWatching the winds and waters strife,\\nWith sudden rapture, and I cried,\\nOh, sweet is life Thank God for life\\nSailed any cloud across the sky.\\nMarring this glory of the sun s?\\nOver the sea, from distant forts.\\nThere came the boom of minute-guns!\\nWar-tidings Many a brave soul fled.\\nAnd many a heart the message stuns!\\nI saw no more the joyous waves,\\nI only heard the minute-guns.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "H SEAWARD\\nSEAWAED\\nTO\\nHow long it seems since that mild April night,\\nWhen, leaning from the window, you and I\\nHeard, clearly ringing from the shadowy bight,\\nThe loon s unearthly cry\\nSouthwest the wind blew, million little waves\\nEan rippling round the point in mellow tune,\\nBut mournful, like the voice of one who raves,\\nThat laughter of the loon!\\nWe called to him, while blindly through the haze\\nUprose the meagre moon behind us, slow,\\nSo dim, the fleet of boats we scarce could trace,\\nMoored lightly just below.\\nWe called, and lo, he answered! Half in fear\\nWe sent the note back. Echoing rock and bay\\nMade melancholy music far and near,\\nSadly it died away.\\nThat schooner, you remember 1 Flying ghost\\nHer canvas catching every wandering beam,\\nAerial, noiseless, past the glimmering coast\\nShe glided like a dream.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "ROCK WEEDS 15\\nWould we were leaning from your window now,\\nTogether calling to the eerie loon,\\nThe fresh wind blowing care from either brow,\\nThis sumptuous night of June\\nSo many sighs load this sweet inland air,\\nT is hard to breathe, nor can we find relief,\\nHowever lightly touched we all must share\\nThis nobleness of grief.\\nBut sighs are spent before they reach your ear;\\nVaguely they mingle with the water s rune,\\nNo sadder sound salutes you than the clear.\\nWild laughter of the loon.\\nBOCK WEEDS\\nSo bleak these shores, wind-swept and all the year\\nWashed by the wild Atlantic s restless tide.\\nYou would not dream that flowers the woods hold dear\\nAmid such desolation dare abide.\\nYet when the bitter winter breaks, some day,\\nWith soft winds fluttering her garments hem.\\nUp from the sweet South comes the lingering May,\\nSets the first wind-flower trembling on its stem;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "IG KOCK WEEDS\\nScatters her violets with lavish hands,\\nWhite, blue, and amber; calls the columbine,\\nTill like cloar tlamo in lonely nooks, gay bands\\nSwinging their scarlet bells, ol)ey the sign;\\nMakes buttercups and daiidelions blajse.\\nAnd throws in glimmering patches here and there,\\nThe little t yebright s pearls, and gently lays\\nThe impress of her beauty everywhere.\\nLater, June bids the sweet wild ivse to blow\\nWakes from its dream the drowsy pimpernel;\\nUnfolds the bindweed s ivory buds, that glow\\nAa delicately blushing as a shell.\\nThen purple Iris smiles, and hour by hour.\\nThe fair procession multiplies; and soon.\\nIn clusters cit amy white, the elder- tlower\\nAVaves its bivad disk against the rising moon.\\nO er quiet beaches shelving to the sea\\nTtUl mulleins sway, and thistles all day long\\nFlows in the wooing water dreamily,\\nWith subtile music in its slumbei\\\\)us song.\\nHexb-robert hears, and prineess -feather bright,\\nAnd goldtluvad clas^ s the little skull-cap blue;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "HOOK WEEDS 17\\nAmi troDpH of H\\\\viill\u00c2\u00ab WH, f^ athoriii^ for Uioir (li^ l L\\nO ov gohUMUoil iiiid iiMlnr.i hohl loviow.\\nTho barren ialiuul *lr\u00c2\u00bbuuiiM iii llo\\\\v\u00c2\u00ab^rM, wliilo Mow\\nTlio Hoiith wiiuls, dniwiii^ Im/o ^^r M(mi ami land;\\nVol tho groat, hoart of ocoaii, lliroliliiiig hIow,\\nMakoa tho frail blosBOiuB vibrato wUovo Mu^y Mtaiid\\nAnd liintH of lioavior pnlRoa soon to shako\\nIIh mighty b^^^aMt \\\\\\\\\\\\um Hummt^r in no moro,\\nAnd dovaHtating wavt^a H\\\\v\u00c2\u00ab^t^l on aiul l)r^^aU,\\nAnd ohlH]) with girdlo wliitt* tht^ iron ^^llor^^.\\n(M()H(s foldod, mio within iUo Hholtoring nood,\\nBloHHom antl lu^ll ami h^afy bt^auty hide;\\nNor icy blant, nor bittor H^ray thoy hood,\\nHnt ])ati(Mitly tlioir \\\\V(\u00c2\u00bbmb oiiH chnngo abide.\\nTho lioart of (Jod Mirough lii.s croation ntirH,\\nWo thrill to fool it, trombling aw tlu^ lloworn\\nThat dio to live again, bin nioaHongorn,\\nTo koop faith 11 rm in thoao sad aoula of ours.\\nTho wavoH of Tinio may dovaatatc^ our livoa,\\nTho froata of ago may cIuh-U our failing breath,\\nThoy ahall not touch tho apirit that aurvivea\\nTrium[thant ovt^r doubt and i ain antl d(uith.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "18 THE SANDPIPER\\nTHE SANDPIPER\\nAcross the narrow beach we flit,\\nOne little sandpiper and I,\\nAnd fast I gather, bit by bit.\\nThe scattered driftwood bleached and dry.\\nThe wild waves reach their hands for it.\\nThe wild wind raves, the tide runs high,\\nAs up and down the beach we flit,\\nOne little sandpiper and I.\\nAbove our heads the sullen clouds\\nScud black and swift across the sky;\\nLike silent ghosts in misty shrouds\\nStand out the white lighthouses high.\\nAlmost as far as eye can reach\\nI see the close-reefed vessels fly,\\nAs fast we flit along the beach,\\nOne little sandpiper and I.\\nI watch him as he skims along,\\nUttering his sweet and mournful cry.\\nHe starts not at my fitful song.\\nOr flash of fluttering drapery.\\nHe has no thought of any wrong;\\nHe scans me with a fearless eye.\\nStanch friends are we, well tried and strong,\\nThe little sandpiper and I.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "TWILIGHT 19\\nComrade, where wilt thou be to-night\\nWhen the loosed storm breaks furiously\\nMy driftwood fire will burn so bright!\\nTo what warm shelter canst thou fly\\nI do not fear for thee, though wroth\\nThe tempest rushes through the sky:\\nFor are we not God s children both,\\nThou, little sandpiper, and 1 1\\nTWILIGHT\\nSeptember s slender crescent grows again\\nDistinct in yonder peaceful evening red.\\nClearer the stars are sparkling overhead.\\nAnd all the sky is pure, without a stain.\\nCool blows the evening wind from out the West\\nAnd bows the flowers, the last sweet flowers that\\nbloom,\\nPale asters, many a heavy-waving plume\\nOf goldenrod that bends as if opprest.\\nThe summer s songs are hushed. Up the lone shore\\nThe weary waves wash sadly, and a grief\\nSounds in the wind, like farewells fond and brief.\\nThe cricket s chirp but makes the silence more.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "20 THE SWALLOW\\nLife s autumn comes; the leaves begin to fall;\\nThe moods of spring and summer pass away\\nThe glory and the rapture, day by day,\\nDepart, and soon the quiet grave folds all.\\nO thoughtful sky, how many eyes in vain\\nAre lifted to your beauty, full of tears\\nHow many hearts go back through all the years,\\nHeavy with loss, eager with questioning pain,\\nTo read the dim Hereafter, to obtain\\nOne glimpse beyond the earthly curtain, where\\nTheir dearest dwell, where they may be or e er\\nSeptember s slender crescent shines again\\nTHE SWALLOW\\nThe swallow twitters about the eaves;\\nBlithely she sings, and sweet and clear;\\nAround her climb the woodbine leaves\\nIn a golden atmosphere.\\nThe summer wind sways leaf and spray,\\nThat catch and cling to the cool gray wall;\\nThe bright sea stretches miles away.\\nAnd the noon sun shines o er all.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE SWALLOW 21\\nIn the chamber s shadow, quietly,\\nI stand and worship the sky and the leaves,\\nThe golden air and the brilliant sea,\\nThe swallow at the eaves.\\nLike a living jewel she sits and sings;\\nFain would I read her riddle aright.\\nFain would I know whence her rapture springs,\\nSo strong in a thing so slight\\nThe fine, clear fire of joy that steals\\nThrough all my spirit at what I see\\nIn the glimpse my window s space reveals,\\nThat seems no mystery\\nBut scarce for her joy can she utter her song;\\nYet she knows not the beauty of skies or seas.\\nIs it bliss of living, so sweet and strong\\nIs it love, which is more than these\\nO happy creature what stirs thee so\\nA spark of the gladness of God thou art.\\nWhy should we seek to find and to know\\nThe secret of thy heart?\\nBefore the gates of his mystery\\nTrembling we knock with an eager hand;\\nSilent behind them waiteth He\\nNot yet may we understand.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "22 A GRATEFUL HEART\\nBut thrilling throughout the universe\\nThrohs the pulse of his mighty will,\\nTill we gain the knowledge of joy or curse\\nIn the choice of good or ill.\\nHe looks from the eyes of the little child,\\nAnd searches souls with their gaze so clear;\\nTo the heart some agony makes wild\\nHe whispers, I am here.\\nHe smiles in the face of every flower;\\nIn the swallow s twitter of sweet content\\nHe speaks, and we follow through every hour\\nThe way his deep thought went.\\nHere should be courage and hope and faith;\\nNaught has escaped the trace of his hand;\\nAnd a voice in the heart of his silence saith,\\nOne day we shall understand.\\nA GRATEFUL HEART\\nLast night I stole away alone, to find\\nA mellow crescent setting o er the sea,\\nAnd lingered in its light, while over me\\nBlew fitfully the grieving autumn wind.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "A GKATEFUL HEART 23\\nAnd somewhat sadly to myself I said,\\nSummer is gone, and watched how bright and\\nfast\\nThrough the moon s track the little waves sped\\npast,\\nSummer is gone her golden days are dead.\\nEegretfully I thought, Since I have trod\\nEarth s ways with willing or reluctant feet,\\nNever did season bring me days more sweet.\\nCrowned with rare joys and priceless gifts from God.\\nAnd they are gone: they will return no more.\\nThe slender moon went down, all red and still:\\nThe stars shone clear, the silent dews fell chill;\\nThe waves with ceaseless murmur washed the shore.\\nA low voice spake: And wherefore art thou sad?\\nHere in thy heart all summer folded lies,\\nAnd smiles in sunshine though the sweet time dies;\\nTis thine to keep forever fresh and glad!\\nYea, gentle voice, though the fair days depart.\\nAnd skies grow cold above the restless sea,\\nGod s gifts are measureless, and there shall be\\nEternal summer in the grateful heart.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "24 THE SPANIARDS GRAVES\\nTHE SPANIARDS GRAVES\\nAT THE ISLES OF SHOALS\\nSAILORS, did sweet eyes look after you\\nThe day you sailed away from sunny Spain?\\nBright eyes that followed fading ship and crew,\\nMelting in tender rain?\\nDid no one dream of that drear night to he,\\nWild with the wind, fierce with the stinging snow,\\nWhen on yon granite point that frets the sea,\\nThe ship met her death-blow\\nFifty long years ago these sailors died:\\n(None know how many sleep beneath the waves:)\\nFourteen gray headstones, rising side by side,\\nPoint out their nameless graves,\\nLonely, unknown, deserted, but for me,\\nAnd the wild birds that flit with mournful cry,\\nAnd sadder winds, and voices of the sea\\nThat moans perpetually.\\nWives, mothers, maidens, wistfully, in vain\\nQuestioned the distance for the yearning sail.\\nThat, leaning landward, should have stretched again\\nWhite arms wide on the gale.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "WATCHING 25\\nTo bring back their beloved. Year by year,\\nWeary they watched, till youth and beauty passed,\\nAnd lustrous eyes grew dim and age drew near,\\nAnd hope was dead at last.\\nStill summer broods o er that delicious land,\\nEich, fragrant, warm with skies of golden glow:\\nLive any yet of that forsaken band\\nWho loved so long ago?\\nO Spanish women, over the far seas.\\nCould I but show you where your dead repose\\nCould I send tidings on this northern breeze\\nThat strong and steady blows\\nDear dark- eyed sisters, you remember yet\\nThese you have lost, but you can never know\\nOne stands at their bleak graves whose eyes are\\nwet\\nWith thinking of your woe\\nWATCHING\\nIn childhood s season fair.\\nOn many a balmy, moonless summer night.\\nWhile wheeled the lighthouse arms of dark and bright\\nFar through the humid air;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "26 WATCHING\\nHow patient have I been,\\nSitting alone, a happy little maid,\\nWaiting to see, careless and unafraid,\\nMy father s boat come in;\\nClose to the water s edge\\nHolding a tiny spark, that he might steer\\n(So dangerous the landing, far and near)\\nSafe past the ragged ledge.\\nI had no fears, not one\\nThe wild, wide waste of water leagues around\\nWashed ceaselessly; there was no human sound.\\nAnd I was all alone.\\nBut Nature was so kind!\\nLike a dear friend I loved the loneliness;\\nMy heart rose glad, as at some sweet caress,\\nWhen passed the wandering wind.\\nYet it was joy to hear.\\nFrom out the darkness, sounds grow clear at last,\\nOf rattling rowlock, and of creaking mast,\\nAnd voices drawing near\\nIs t thou, dear father Say\\nWhat well-known shout resounded in reply.\\nAs loomed the tall sail, smitten suddenly\\nWith the great lighthouse ray", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "IN MAY 27\\nI will be patient now,\\nDear Heavenly Father, waiting here for Thee:\\nI know the darkness holds Thee. Shall I be\\nAfraid, when it is Thou\\nOn thy eternal shore,\\nIn pauses, when life s tide is at its prime,\\nI hear the everlasting rote of Time\\nBeating for evermore.\\nShall I not then rejoice\\nOh, never lost or sad should child of thine\\nSit waiting, fearing lest there come no sign,\\nNo whisper of thy voice\\nIN MAY\\nThat was a curlew calling overhead,\\nThat fine, clear whistle shaken from the clouds:\\nSee hovering o er the swamp with wings outspread.\\nHe sinks where at its edge in shining crowds\\nThe yellow violets dance as they unfold.\\nIn the blithe spring wind, all their green and gold.\\nBlithe south-wind, spreading bloom upon the sea,\\nDrawing about the world this band of haze\\nSo softly delicate, and bringing me\\nA touch of balm that like a blessing stays;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "28 IN MAY\\nThough beauty like a dream bathes sea and land,\\nFor the first time Death holds me by the hand.\\nYet none the less the swallows weave above\\nThrough the bright air a web of light and song,\\nAnd calling clear and sweet from cove to cove,\\nThe sandpiper, the lonely rocks among,\\nMakes wistful music, and the singing sea\\nSends its strong chorus upward solemnly.\\nMother Nature, infinitely dear!\\nVainly I search the beauty of thy face.\\nVainly thy myriad voices charm my ear;\\nI cannot gather from thee any trace\\nOf God s intent. Help me to understand\\nWhy, this sweet morn, Death holds me by the hand.\\n1 watch the waves, shoulder to shoulder set.\\nThat strive and vanish and are seen no more.\\nThe earth is sown with graves that we forget,\\nAnd races of mankind the wide world o er\\nRise, strive, and vanish, leaving naught behind.\\nLike changing waves swept by the changing wind.\\nHard-hearted, cold, and blind, she answers me,\\nVexing thy soul with riddles hard to guess!\\nNo waste of any atom canst thou see,\\nNor make I any gesture purposeless.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "A SUMMER DAY 29\\nLift thy dim eyes up to the conscious sky\\nGod meant that rapture in the curlew s cry.\\nHe holds his whirling worlds in check; not one\\nMay from its awful orhit swerve aside;\\nYet breathes He in this south-wind, bids the sun\\nWake the fair flowers He fashioned, far and wide,\\nAnd this strong pain thou canst not understand\\nIs but his grasp on thy reluctant hand.\\nA SUMMER DAY\\nAt daybreak in the fresh light, joyfully\\nThe fishermen drew in their laden net;\\nThe shore shone rosy purple, and the sea\\nWas streaked with violet;\\nAnd pink with sunrise, many a shadowy sail\\nLay southward, lighting up the sleeping bay;\\nAnd in the west the white moon, still and pale,\\nFaded before the day.\\nSilence was everywhere. The rising tide\\nSlowly filled every cove and inlet small;\\nA musical low whisper, multiplied.\\nYou heard, and that was all.\\nNo clouds at dawn, but as the sun climbed higher,\\nWhite columns, thunderous, splendid, up the sky", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "30 A SUMMER DAY\\nFloated and stood, heaped in his steady fire,\\nA stately company.\\nStealing along the coast from cape to cape\\nThe weird mirage crept tremulously on.\\nIn many a magic change and wondrous shape,\\nThrobbing beneath the sun.\\nAt noon the wind rose, swept the glassy sea\\nTo sudden ripple, thrust against the clouds\\nA strenuous shoulder, gathering steadily.\\nDrove them before in crowds;\\nTill all the west was dark, and inky black\\nThe level-ruffled water underneath,\\nAnd up the wind cloud tossed, a ghostly rack.\\nIn many a ragged wreath.\\nThen sudden roared the thunder, a great peal\\nMagnificent, that broke and rolled away\\nAnd down the wind plunged, like a furious keel.\\nCleaving the sea to spray;\\nAnd brought the rain sweeping o er land and sea.\\nAnd then was tumult! Lightning sharp and\\nkeen.\\nThunder, wind, rain, a mighty jubilee\\nThe heaven and earth between!", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "A SUMMER DAY 31\\nLoud the roused ocean sang, a chorus grand;\\nA solemn music rolled in undertone\\nOf waves that broke about, on either hand,\\nThe little island lone;\\nWhere, joyful in his tempest as his calm,\\nHeld in the hollow of that hand of his,\\nI joined with heart and soul in God s great psalm,\\nThrilled with a nameless bliss.\\nSoon lulled the wind, the summer storm soon died;\\nThe shattered clouds went eastward, drifting slow;\\nFrom the low sun the rain-fringe swept aside.\\nBright in his rosy glow,\\nAnd wide a splendor streamed through all the sky;\\nO er sea and land one soft, delicious blush.\\nThat touched the gray rocks lightly, tenderly;\\nA transitory flush.\\nWarm, odorous gusts blew off the distant land,\\nWith spice of pine-woods, breath of hay new\\nmown.\\nO er miles of waves and sea scents cool and bland,\\nFull in our faces blown.\\nSlow faded the sweet light, and peacefully\\nThe quiet stars came out, one after one:", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "32 KEGRET\\nThe holy twilight fell upon the sea,\\nThe summer day was done.\\nSuch unalloyed delight its hours had given,\\nMusing, this thought rose in my grateful mind,\\nThat God, who watches all things, up in heaven.\\nWith patient eyes and kind.\\nSaw and was pleased, perhaps, one child of his\\nDared to be happy like the little birds.\\nBecause He gave his children days like this,\\nKejoicing beyond words;\\nDared, lifting up to Him untroubled eyes\\nIn gratitude that worship is, and prayer,\\nSing and be glad with ever new surprise,\\nHe made his world so fair!\\nEEGEET\\nSoftly Death touched her, and she passed away\\nOut of this glad, bright world she made more fair.\\nSweet as the apple-blossoms, when in May\\nThe orchards flush, of summer grown aware.\\nAll that fresh, delicate beauty gone from sight.\\nThat gentle, gracious presence felt no more!\\nHow must the house be emptied of delight,\\nWhat shadows on the threshold she passed o er!", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "REGRET 33\\nShe loved me. Surely I was grateful, yet\\nI could not give her back all she gave me.\\nEver I think of it with vague regret,\\nMusing upon a summer by the sea:\\nRemembering troops of merry girls who pressed\\nAbout me clinging arms and tender eyes.\\nAnd love, like scent of roses. With the rest\\nShe came, to fill my heart with new surprise.\\nThe day I left them all, and sailed away,\\nWhile o er the calm sea, neath the soft gray sky,\\nThey waved farewell, she followed me, to say\\nYet once again her wistful, sweet good-by.\\nAt the boat s bow she drooped; her light-green dress\\nSwept o er the skiff in many a graceful fold;\\nHer glowing face, bright with a mute caress.\\nCrowned with her lovely hair of shadowy gold:\\nAnd tears she dropped into the crystal brine\\nTor me, unworthy as we slowly swung\\nFree of the mooring. Her last look was mine,\\nSeeking me still the motley crowd among.\\nO tender memory of the dead I hold\\nSo precious through the fret and change of years\\nWere I to live till Time itself grew old.\\nThe sad sea would be sadder for those tears.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "34 BEFORE SUNRISE\\nBEFORE SUNRISE\\nThis grassy gorge, as daylight failed last night,\\nI traversed toward the west, where, thin and\\nyoung,\\nBent like Diana s bow and silver bright.\\nHalf lost in rosy haze, a crescent hung.\\nI paused upon the beach s upper edge:\\nThe violet east all shadowy lay behind;\\nSouthward the lighthouse glittered o er the ledge,\\nAnd lightly, softly blew the western wind.\\nAnd at my feet, between the turf and stone,\\nWild roses, bayberry, purple thistles tall,\\nAnd pink horb-robert grow, where shells were strown\\nAnd morning-glory vines climbed over alL\\nI stooped the closely folded buds to note.\\nThat gleamed in the dim light mysteriously,\\nWliile, full of whispers of the far-off rote,\\nSummer s enchanted dusk crept o er the sea.\\nAnd sights and sounds and sea-scents delicate,\\nSo wrought upon my soul with sense of bliss,\\nHappy I sat as if at heaven s gate,\\nAsking on earth no greater joy than this.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "BEFORE SUNRISE 35\\nAnd now, at dawn, upon the beach again,\\nKneeling I wait the coming of the sun,\\nWatching the looser-folded buds, and fain\\nTo see the marvel of their day begun.\\nAll the world lies so dewy-fresh and still!\\nWhispers so gently all the water wide,\\nHardly it breaks the silence from the hill\\nCome clear bird-voices mingling with the tide.\\nSunset or dawn: which is the lovelier? Lol\\nMy darlings, sung to all the balmy night\\nBy summer waves and softest winds that blow.\\nBegin to feel the thrilling of the light I\\nKed lips of roses, waiting to be kissed\\nBy early sunshine, soon in smiles will break.\\nBut oh, ye morning-glories, that keep tryst\\nWith the first ray of daybreak, ye awake\\nbells of triumph, ringing noiseless peals\\nOf unimagined music to the day I\\nAlmost I could believe each blossom feels\\nThe same delight that sweeps my soul away.\\nO bells of triumph! delicate trumpets, thrown\\nHeavenward and earthward, turned east, west, north,\\nsouth.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "36 BEFORE SUNRISE\\nIn lavish beauty, who through you has blown\\nThis sweet cheer of the morning with calm mouth\\nTis God who breathes the triumph; He who\\nwrought\\nThe tender curves, and laid the tints divine\\nAlong the lovely lines; the Eternal Thought\\nThat troubles all our lives with wise design.\\nYea, out of pain and death his beauty springs,\\nAnd out of doubt a deathless confidence:\\nThough we are shod with leaden cares, our wings\\nShall lift us yet out of our deep suspense\\nThou great Creator! Pardon us who reach\\nFor other heaven beyond this world of thine,\\nThis matchless world, where thy least touch doth\\nteach\\nThy solemn lessons clearly, line on line.\\nAnd help us to be grateful, we who live\\nSuch sordid, fretful lives of discontent.\\nNor see the sunshine nor the flower, nor strive\\nTo find the love thy bitter chastening meant.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "BY THE ROADSIDE 37\\nBY THE EOADSIDE\\nDropped the warm rain from the brooding sky-\\nSoftly all the summer afternoon;\\nUp the road I loitered carelessly,\\nGlad to be alive in blissful June.\\nThough so gray the sky, and though the mist\\nSwept the hills and half their beauty hid;\\nThough the scattering drops the broad leaves kissed,\\nAnd no ray betwixt the vapor slid,\\nYet the daisies tossed their white and gold\\nIn the quiet fields on either side,\\nAnd the green gloom deepened in the old\\nWalnut-trees that flung their branches wide;\\nAnd the placid river wound away\\nWestward to the hills through meadows fair,\\nFlower-fringed and starred, while blithe and gay\\nCalled the blackbirds through the balmy air.\\nEight and left I scanned the landscape round;\\nEvery shape, and scent, and wild bird s call,\\nEvery color, curve, and gentle sound.\\nDeep into my heart I gathered all.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "38 BY THE ROADSIDE\\nUp I looked, and down upon the sod\\nSprinkled thick with violets blue and bright;\\nSurely, Through his garden walketh God,\\nLow I whispered, full of my delight.\\nLike a vision, on the path before,\\nCame a little rosy, sun- browned maid,\\nStraying toward me from her cottage door,\\nPaused, up-looking shyly, half afraid.\\nNever word she spake, but gazing so,\\nSlow a smile rose to her clear brown eyes.\\nOverflowed her face with such a glow\\nThat I thrilled with sudden, sweet surprise.\\nHere was sunshine neath the cloudy skies!\\nLow I knelt to bring her face to mine;\\nSweeter, brighter grew^ her shining eyes,\\nYet she gave me neither word nor sign.\\nBut within her look a blessing beamed;\\nMeek I grew before it; was it just?\\nWas I worthy this pure light that streamed?\\nSuch approval, and such love and trust 1\\nHalf the flowers I carried in my hands\\nLightly in her pretty arms I laid;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "SORROW 89\\nSilent, but as one who understands,\\nClasped them close the rosy little maid.\\nFair behind the honeysuckle spray\\nShone her innocent, delightful face\\nThen I rose and slowly went my way,\\nLeft her standing, lighting all the place.\\nWhile her golden look stole after me,\\nLovelier bloomed the violets where I trod;\\nMore divine earth s beauty seemed to be:\\nThrough his garden visibly walked God.\\nSOKKOW\\nUpon my lips she laid her touch divine,\\nAnd merry speech and careless laughter died;\\nShe fixed her melancholy eyes on mine,\\nAnd would not be denied.\\nI saw the west wind loose his cloudlets white\\nIn flocks, careering through the April sky\\nI could not sing though joy was at its height,\\nFor she stood silent by.\\nI watched the lovely evening fade away\\nA mist was lightly drawn across the stars;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "40 SORROW\\nShe broke my quiet dream, I heard her say,\\nBehold your prison bars\\nEarth s gladness shall not satisfy your soul,\\nThis beauty of the world in which you live;\\nThe crowning grace that sanctifies the whole,\\nThat, I alone can give.\\nI heard and shrank away from her afraid;\\nBut still she held me and would still abide;\\nYouth s bounding pulses slackened and obeyed,\\nWith slowly ebbing tide.\\nLook thou beyond the evening star, she said,\\nBeyond the changing splendors of the day;\\nAccept the pain, the weariness, the dread.\\nAccept and bid me stay\\nI turned and clasped her close with sudden strength,\\nAnd slowly, sweetly, I became aware\\nWithin my arms God s angel stood at length.\\nWhite-robed and calm and fair.\\nAnd now I look beyond the evening star,\\nBeyond the changing splendors of the day.\\nKnowing the pain He sends more precious far,\\nMore beautiful, than they.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "COURAGE 41\\nNOVEMBEE\\nThere is no wind at all to-night\\nTo dash the drops against the pane;\\nNo sound abroad, nor any light,\\nAnd sadly falls the autumn rain;\\nThere is no color in the world.\\nNo lovely tint on hill or plain;\\nThe summer s golden sails are furled,\\nAnd sadly falls the autumn rain.\\nThe earth lies tacitly beneath,\\nAs it were dead to joy or pain\\nIt does not move, it does not breathe,\\nAnd sadly falls the autumn rain.\\nAnd all my heart is patient too,\\nI wait till it shall wake again;\\nThe songs of spring shall sound anew.\\nThough sadly falls the autumn rain.\\nCOURAGE\\nBecause I hold it sinful to despond,\\nAnd will not let the bitterness of life\\nBlind me with burning tears, but look beyond\\nIts tumult and its strife;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "42 COURAGE\\nBecause I lift my head above the mist,\\nWhere the sun shines and the broad breezes blow,\\nBy every ray and every raindrop kissed\\nThat God s love doth bestow;\\nThink you I find no bitterness at all\\nNo burden to be borne, like Christian s pack\\nThink you there are no ready tears to fall\\nBecause I keep them back\\nWhy should I hug life s ills with cold reserve.\\nTo curse myself and all who love me Nay\\nA thousand times more good than I deserve\\nGod gives me every day.\\nAnd in each one of these rebellious tears,\\nKept bravely back. He makes a rainbow shine;\\nGrateful I take his slightest gift, no fears\\nNor any doubts are mine.\\nDark skies must clear, and when the clouds are past,\\nOne golden day redeems a weary year;\\nPatient I listen, sure that sweet at last\\nWill sound his voice of cheer.\\nThen vex me not with chiding. Let me be.\\nI must be glad and grateful to the end.\\nI grudge you not your cold and darkness, me\\nThe powers of light befriend.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "REMEMBRANCE 43\\nREMEMBRANCE\\nFragrant and soft the summer wind doth blow.\\nWeary I lie, with heavy, half-shut eyes.\\nAnd watch, while wistful thoughts within me\\nrise.\\nThe curtain idly swaying to and fro.\\nThere comes a sound of household toil from far,\\nA woven murmur: voices shrill and sweet,\\nClapping of doors, and restless moving feet,\\nAnd tokens faint of fret, and noise, and jar.\\nWithout, the broad earth shimmers in the glare,\\nThrough the clear noon high rides the blazing\\nsun,\\nThe birds are hushed; the cricket s chirp alone\\nWith tremulous music cleaves the drowsy air.\\nI think, Past the gray rocks the wavelets run;\\nThe gold- brown seaweed drapes the ragged ledge;\\nAnd brooding, silent, at the water s edge\\nThe white gull sitteth, shining in the sun.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "44 SONG\\nSONG\\nWe sail toward evening s lonely star\\nThat trembles in the tender blue;\\nOne single cloud, a dusky bar,\\nBurnt with dull carmine through and through,\\nSlow smouldering in the summer sky,\\nLies low along the fading west.\\nHow sweet to watch its splendors die,\\nWave-cradled thus and wind-caressed!\\nThe soft breeze freshens, leaps the spray\\nTo kiss our cheeks, with sudden cheer;\\nUpon the dark edge of the bay\\nLighthouses kindle, far and near,\\nAnd through the warm deeps of the sky\\nSteal faint star- clusters, while we rest\\nIn deep refreshment, thou and I,\\nWave-cradled thus and wind- caressed.\\nHow like a dream are earth and heaven,\\nStar- beam and darkness, sky and sea;\\nThy face, pale in the shadowy even,\\nThy quiet eyes that gaze on me\\nOh, realize the moment s charm.\\nThou dearest! we are at life s best,\\nFolded in God s encircling arm.\\nWave- cradled thus and wind- caressed.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "A TRYST 45\\nA TRYST\\nFrom out the desolation of the North\\nAn iceberg took its way,\\nFrom its detaining comrades breaking forth,\\nAnd traveling night and day.\\nAt whose command? Who bade it sail the deep\\nWith that resistless force 1\\nWho made the dread appointment it must keep\\nWho traced its awful course\\nTo the warm airs that stir in the sweet South,\\nA good ship spread her sails;\\nStately she passed beyond the harbor s mouth,\\nChased by the favoring gales;\\nAnd on her ample decks a happy crowd\\nBade the fair land good-by\\nClear shone the day, with not a single cloud\\nIn all the peaceful sky.\\nBrave men, sweet women, little children bright.\\nFor all these she made room,\\nAnd with her freight of beauty and delight\\nShe went to meet her doom.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "46 A TRYST\\nStorms buffeted the iceberg, spray was swept\\nAcross its loftiest height;\\nGuided alike by storm and calm, it kept\\nIts fatal path aright.\\nThen warmer waves gnawed at its crumbling base,\\nAs if in piteous plea;\\nThe ardent sun sent slow tears down its face,\\nSoft flowing to the sea.\\nDawn kissed it with her tender rose tints, Eve\\nBathed it in violet,\\nThe wistful color o er it seemed to grieve\\nWith a divine regret.\\nWhether Day clad its clefts in rainbows dim\\nAnd shadowy as a dream,\\nOr Night through lonely spaces saw it swim\\nWhite in the moonlight s gleam,\\nEver Death rode upon its solemn heights,\\nEver his watch he kept;\\nCold at its heart through changing days and nights\\nIts changeless purpose slept.\\nAnd where afar a smiling coast it passed.\\nStraightway the air grew chill;\\nDwellers thereon perceived a bitter blast,\\nA vague report of ill.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "A TRYST 47\\nLike some imperial creature, moving slow,\\nMeanwhile, with matchless grace,\\nThe stately ship, unconscious of her foe,\\nDrew near the trysting place.\\nFor still the prosperous breezes followed her,\\nAnd half the voyage was o er;\\nIn many a breast glad thoughts began to stir\\nOf lands that lay before.\\nAnd human hearts with longing love were dumb,\\nThat soon should cease to beat,\\nThrilled with the hope of meetings soon to come,\\nAnd lost in memories sweet.\\nWas not the weltering waste of water wide\\nEnough for both to sail\\nWhat drew the two together o er the tide.\\nFair ship and iceberg pale 1\\nThere came a night with neither moon nor star,\\nClouds draped the sky in black;\\nWith fluttering canvas reefed at every spar,\\nAnd weird fire in her track.\\nThe ship swept on a wild wind gathering fast\\nDrove her at utmost speed.\\nBravely she bent before the fitful blast\\nThat shook her like a reed.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "48 IMPKISONED\\nO holmsniiui, turn thy wheel Will no surmise\\nOloavo throiigli the midnight droar?\\nNo \\\\varnin|j; of tho horriblo surprise\\nlloacli tliino unconscious car?\\nSho ruslunl upon hor ruin. Not a Hash\\nl k(^ up the waiting dark;\\nDully thn ugh wind and sea ono awful crash\\nfcJoundoil, with uoiuy to niark.\\nScarcely hor crow liad timo to clutch despair,\\nSo swift tho wt rk was done:\\nEro thoir palo lips coukl franu a speechless prayer,\\nThey perished, every one I\\nHVirillSONED\\nLtotitly she lifts the large, pure, luminous sholl,\\nPoises it in hor strong and sha] ely luuid.\\nListen, she says, it has a talc to tell,\\nSpoken in language yi u may undorstand.\\nSmiling, she holds it at my dreaming ear:\\nThe old, delicious murmur of the sea\\nSteals like enchant nuMit thnnigh me, and 1 hear\\nVoices like echoes of eternity.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "IMPRISONED 49\\nShe stirs it softly, Lo, another speech\\nIn one of its dim chambers, shut from sight,\\nIs sealed the water that has kissed the beach\\nWhere the far Indian Ocean leai)s in light.\\nThose laughing ripples, hidden evermore\\nIn utter darkness, plaintively repeat\\nTheir lapsing on the glowing tropic shore,\\nIn melancholy whispers low and sweet.\\nO prisoiuul wave that may not see the sun I\\nO voice that never may be comforted\\nYou cannot break the web that Fate has spun;\\nOut of your world are light and gladness fled.\\nThe red dawn nevermore shall tremble far\\nAcross the leagues of radiant brine to you\\nYou shall not sing to greet the evening star,\\nNor dance exulting under heaven s clear blue.\\nInexorably woven is the weft\\nThat shrouds from you all joy but memory;\\nOnly this tender, low lament is left\\nOf all the sumptuous splendor of the sea.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "50 PRESAGE\\nPRESAGE\\nIf, some day, I should scok those eyes\\nSo goiitle now, and tind tho strange,\\nPale shadow of a coming change,\\nTo chill mo with a sad surprise;\\nShouldst thou recall what thou hast given,\\nAnd turn mo slowly cold and dumb,\\nAnd thou thyself again become\\nHomoto as any star in heaven;\\nWould the sky ever seem again\\nPerfectly clear? Would the serene.\\nSweet face of nature steal between\\nThis grief and me, to dull its pain?\\nOh not for many a weary day\\nWould sorrow soften to regret,\\nAnd many a sun would rise and set\\nEre I, with cheerful heart, could say:\\nAll undeserved it camo. To-day,\\nGod takes it back again, because\\nToo beautiful a thing it was\\nFor such as I to keep for aye.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "MIDSUMMER MIDNIGHT 51\\nAnd ever, through the coming years,\\nMy star, remote in happy skies,\\nWould seem more heavenly fair through eyes\\nYet tremulous with unfallen tears.\\nMIDSUMMER MIDNIGHT\\nThe wide, still, moonlit water miles away\\nStretches in lonely splendor. Whispers creep\\nAbout us from the midnight wind, and play\\nAmong the flowers that breathe so sweet in sleep;\\nA soft touch sways the milk-white, stately phlox,\\nAnd on its slender stem the poppy rocks.\\nFair faces turn to watch the dusky sea,\\nAnd clear eyes brood upon the path of light\\nThe white moon makes, the while deliciously.\\nLike some vague, tender memory of delight,\\nOr like some half remembered, dear regret,\\nRises the odor of the mignonette.\\nMidsummer glories, moonlight, flowers asleep.\\nAnd delicate perfume, mystic winds that blow\\nSoft-breathing, full of balm, and the great deep\\nIn leagues of shadow swaying to and fro;\\nAnd loving human thought to mark it all,\\nAnd human hearts that to each other call;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "52 MIDSUMMER MIDNIGHT\\nNeeds the enchantment of the summer night\\nAnother touch to make it perfect 1 Hark\\nWhat sudden shaft of sound, like piercing light,\\nStrikes on the ear athwart the moonlit dark\\nLike some keen shock of joy is heard within\\nThe wondrous music of the violin.\\nIt is as if dumb Nature found a voice,\\nAnd spoke with power, though in an unknown\\ntongue.\\nWhat kinship has the music with the noise\\nOf waves, or winds, or with the flowers, slow-swung\\nLike censers to and fro upon the air.\\nOr with the shadow, or the moonlight fair\\nAnd yet it seems some subtile link exists.\\nWe know not how. And over every phase\\nOf thought and feeling wandering as it lists,\\nPlaying upon us as the west- wind plays\\nOver the wind- harp, the subduing strain\\nSweeps with resistless power of joy and pain.\\nSlow ebbs the golden tide, and all is still.\\nAsk the magician at whose touch awoke\\nThat mighty, penetrating, prisoned will.\\nThe matchless voice that so divinely spoke.\\nKindling to fresher life the listening soul,\\nWhat daring thought such fire from heaven stole", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "APRIL DAYS 53\\nHe cannot tell us how the charm was wrought,\\nThough in his hand he holds the potent key,\\nNor read the spell that to the sweet night brought\\nThis crown of rapture and of mystery,\\nAnd lifted every heart, and drew away\\nAll trace of worldliness that marred the day.\\nBut every head is bowed. We watch the sea\\nWith other eyes, as if some hint of bliss\\nSpoke to us, through the yearning melody.\\nOf glad new worlds, of brighter lives than this;\\nWhile still the milk-white, stately phlox waves slow,\\nAnd drowsily the poppy rocks below.\\nAPRIL DAYS\\nOh the sweet, sweet lapsing of the tide,\\nThrough the still hours of the golden afternoon I\\nOh the warm, red sunshine, far and wide,\\nFalling soft as in the crowning days of June!\\nCalls the gray sandpiper from the quiet shore,\\nWeave the swallows light and music through the air,\\nChants the sparrow all his pleasure o er and o er,\\nSings and smiles the Spring, and sparkles every-\\nwhere.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "54 HEARTBKEAK HILL\\nWell I know that death and pain to all are near,\\nThat, save sorrow, naught is certain this world\\ngives;\\nYet my heart stirs with the budding of the year,\\nAnd rejoices still with everything that lives.\\nFold me then, O south- wind God is good.\\nGladly, gratefully I take thy sweet caress.\\nCall, sandpiper, from thy solitude.\\nEvery sight and sound has power to bless.\\nOh the sweet, sweet lapsing of the tide.\\nThrough the still hours of the golden afternoon I\\nNor death, nor pain, nor sorrow shall abide,\\nFor God blesses all his children, late or soon.\\nHEAETBREAK HILL\\nIn Ipswich town, not far from the sea,\\nRises a hill which the people call\\nHeartbreak Hill, and its history\\nIs an old, old legend, known to all.\\nThe selfsame dreary, worn-out tale\\nTold by all peoples in every clime,\\nStill to be told till the ages fail,\\nAnd there comes a pause in the march of Time.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "HEARTBREAK HILL 65\\nIt was a sailor who won the heart\\nOf an Indian maiden, lithe and young;\\nAnd she saw him over the sea depart,\\nWhile sweet in her ear his promise rung;\\nFor he cried, as he kissed her wet eyes dry,\\nI 11 come back, sweetheart; keep your faith!\\nShe said, I will watch while the moons go by\\nHer love was stronger than life or death.\\nSo this poor dusk Ariadne kept\\nHer watch from the hilltop rugged and steep;\\nSlowly the empty moments crept\\nWhile she studied the changing face of the deep,\\nFastening her eyes upon every speck\\nThat crossed the ocean within her ken;\\nMight not her lover be walking the deck,\\nSurely and swiftly returning again?\\nThe Isles of Shoals loomed, lonely and dim,\\nIn the northeast distance far and gray,\\nAnd on the horizon s uttermost rim\\nThe low rock heap of Boon Island lay.\\nAnd north and south and west and east\\nStretched sea and land in the blinding light,\\nTill evening fell, and her vigil ceased,\\nAnd many a hearth-glow lit the night,", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "56 HEARTBREAK HILL\\nTo mock those set and glittering eyes\\nFast growing wild as her hope went out.\\nHateful seemed earth, and the hollow skies,\\nLike her own heart, empty of aught but doubt.\\nOh, but the weary, merciless days,\\nWith the sun above, with the sea afar,\\nNo change in her fixed and wistful gaze\\nFrom the morning-red to the evening star!\\nOh, the winds that blew, and the birds that sang.\\nThe calms that smiled, and the storms that rolled.\\nThe bells from the town beneath, that rang\\nThrough the summer s heat and the winter s cold!\\nThe flash of the plunging surges white.\\nThe soaring gull s wild, boding cry,\\nShe was weary of all; there was no delight\\nIn heaven or earth, and she longed to die.\\nWhat was it to her though the Dawn should paint\\nWith delicate beauty skies and seas\\nBut the sweet, sad sunset splendors faint\\nMade her soul sick with memories:\\nDrowning in sorrowful purple a sail\\nIn the distant east, where shadows grew.\\nTill the twilight shrouded it, cold and pale,\\nAnd the tide of her anguish rose anew.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE SONG-SPARROW 57\\nLike a slender statue carved of stone\\nShe sat, with hardly motion or breath.\\nShe wept no tears and she made no moan,\\nBut her love was stronger than life or death.\\nHe never came back Yet faithful still.\\nShe watched from the hilltop her life away.\\nAnd the townsfolk christened it Heartbreak Hill,\\nAnd it bears the name to this very day.\\nTHE SONG-SPAEEOW\\nIn this sweet, tranquil afternoon of spring.\\nWhile the low sun declines in the clear west,\\nI sit and hear the blithe song- sparrow sing\\nHis strain of rapture not to be suppressed;\\nPondering life s problem strange, while death draws\\nnear,\\nI listen to his dauntless song of cheer.\\nHis shadow flits across the quiet stone:\\nLike that brief transit is my space of days;\\nFor, like a flower s faint perfume, youth is flown\\nAlready, and there rests on all life s ways\\nA dimness closer my beloved I clasp.\\nFor all dear things seem slipping from my grasp.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "58 THE SONG-SPARROW\\nDeath touches all; the light of loving eyes\\nGoes out in darkness, comfort is withdrawn;\\nLonely, and lonelier still the pathway lies,\\nGoing toward the fading sunset from the dawn:\\nYet hark while those fine notes the silence break,\\nAs if all trouble were some grave mistake\\nThou little bird, how canst thou thus rejoice,\\nAs if the world had known nor sin nor curse 1\\nGod never meant to mock us with that voice\\nThat is the key-note of the universe,\\nThat song of perfect trust, of perfect cheer.\\nCourageous, constant, free of doubt or fear.\\nMy little helper, ah, my comrade sweet.\\nMy old companion in that far-off time\\nWhen on life s threshold childhood s winged feet\\nDanced in the sunrise Joy was at its prime\\nWhen all my heart responded to thy song.\\nUnconscious of earth s discords harsh and strong.\\nNow, grown aweary, sad with change and loss.\\nWith the enigma of myself dismayed;\\nPoor, save in deep desire to bear the cross\\nGod s hand on his defenseless creatures laid.\\nWith patience, here I sit this eve of spring,\\nAnd listen with bowed head, while thou dost sing.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "IN KITTERY CHURCHYARD 59\\nAnd slowly all my soul with comfort fills,\\nAnd the old hope revives and courage grows;\\nUp the deserted shore a fresh tide thrills,\\nAnd like a dream the dark mood melts and goes,\\nAnd with thy joy again will I rejoice:\\nGod never meant to mock us with that voice\\nm KITTERY CHURCHYAED\\nMary, wife of Charles Chauncy, died April 23, 1758, in the 24th\\n3 ear of her age.\\nCrushing the scarlet strawberries in the grass,\\nI kneel to read the slanting stone. Alas\\nHow sharp a sorrow speaks A hundred years\\nAnd more have vanished, with their smiles and tears,\\nSince here was laid, upon an April day,\\nSweet Mary Chauncy in the grave away,\\nA hundred years since here her lover stood\\nBeside her grave in such despairing mood.\\nAnd yet from out the vanished past I hear\\nHis cry of anguish sounding deep and clear,\\nAnd all my heart with pity melts, as though\\nTo-day s bright sun were looking on his woe.\\nOf such a wife, O righteous Heaven! bereft,\\nWhat joy for me, what joy on earth is left?\\nStill from my inmost soul the groans arise.\\nStill flow the sorrows ceaseless from mine eyes.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "60 IN KITTERY CHURCHYARD\\nAlas, poor tortured soul I look away\\nFrom the dark stone, how brilliant shines the day I\\nA low wall, over which the roses shed\\nTheir perfumed petals, shuts the quiet dead\\nApart a little, and the tiny square\\nStands in the broad and laughing field so fair,\\nAnd gay green vines climb o er the rough stone wall,\\nAnd all about the wild birds Hit and call,\\nAnd but a stone s throw southward, the blue sea\\nKolls sparkling in and sings incessantly.\\nLovely as any dream the peaceful place.\\nAnd scarcely changed since on her gentle face\\nFor the last time on that sad April day\\nHe gazed, and felt, for him, all beauty lay\\nBuried with her forever. Dull to him\\nLooked the bright world through eyes with tears so\\ndim!\\nI soon shall follow the same dreary way\\nThat leads and opens to the coasts of day.\\nHis only hope! But when slow time had dealt\\nFirmly with him and kindly, and he felt\\nThe storm and stress of strong and piercing pain\\nYielding at last, and he grew calm again,\\nDoubtless he found another mate before\\nHo followed Mary to the happy shore!\\nBut none the less his grief appeals to me\\nWho sit and listen to the singing sea\\nThis matchless summer day, beside the stone", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "AT THE BllEAKEliS EDGE 61\\nHo made to echo with his bitter moan,\\nAnd in my eyes I feel the foolish tears\\nFor buried sorrow, dead a hundred years I\\nAT THE BREAKERS EDGE\\nThrough the wide sky thy north wind s thunder\\nroars\\nResistless, till no cloud is left to flee,\\nAnd down the clear, cold heaven unhindered pours\\nThine awful moonlight on the winter sea.\\nThe vast, black, raging spaces, torn and wild,\\nWith an insensate fury answer back\\nTo the gale s challenge; hurrying breakers, piled\\nEach over each, roll through the glittering track.\\nI sliudder in the terror of thy cold.\\nAs bull eted by the lierce blast I stand,\\nWatching that shining path of bronzed gold.\\nWith solemn, shadowy rocks on either hand\\nWhile at their foot, ghastly and white as death.\\nThe cruel, foaming billows plunge and rave.\\nFather! where art Thou? My feeble breath\\nCries to Thee through the storm of wind and wave.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "62 AT THE breakers EDGE\\nTho cry of all thy childron since the first\\nThat walked thy planets myriad paths among;\\nTho cry of all mankind whom doubt has cursed,\\nIn every clime, in every age and tongue.\\nThou art the cold, the swift fire that consumes;\\nThy vast, unerring forces never fail;\\nAnd Thou art in the frailest flower that blooms,\\nAs in the breath of this tremendous gale.\\nYet, though thy laws are clear as light, and prove\\nThee changeless, ever human weakness craves\\nSome deeper knowledge for our liuman love\\nThat looks with sad eyes o er its wastes of graves,\\nAnd hungers for the dear hands softly drawn.\\nOne after one, from out our longing grasp.\\nDost Thou reach out for them In the sweet dawn\\nOf some now world thrill they within thy clasp\\nAh what am I, thine atom, standing here\\nIn presence of thy pitiless elements.\\nDaring to question thy great silence drear.\\nNo voice may break to lighten our suspense I\\nThou only, infinite Patience, that endures\\nForever Blind and dumb I cling to Thee.\\nSlow glides the bitter night, and silent pours\\nThine awful moonlight on the winter sea.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "j-OR thoughts 63\\nFOR THOUGHTS\\nA PANSY on his breast she laid,\\nSplendid, and dark with Tyrian dyes;\\nTake it, tis like your tender eyes,\\nDeep as the midnight heaven, she said.\\nThe rich rose mantling in her cheek,\\nBefore him like the dawn she stood.\\nPausing upon Life s height, subdued,\\nYet triumphing, both proud and meek.\\nAnd white as winter stars, intense\\nWith steadfast fire, his brilliant face\\nBent toward her with an eager grace,\\nPale with a rapture half suspense.\\nYou give me then a thought, O Sweet\\nHe cried, and kissed the purple flower,\\nAnd bowed by Love s resistless power.\\nTrembling ho sank before her feet.\\nShe crowned his beautiful bowed head\\nWith one caress of her white hand;\\nRise up, my flower of all the land,\\nFor all my thoughts are yours, she said.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "64 WHEREFORE\\nWHEEEFORE\\nBlack sea, black sky A ponderous steamship driv-\\ning\\nBetween them, laboring westward on her way,\\nAnd in her path a trap of Death s contriving\\nWaiting remorseless for its easy prey.\\nHundreds of souls within her frame lie dreaming,\\nHoping and fearing, longing for the light:\\nWith human life and thought and feeling teeming,\\nShe struggles onward through the starless night.\\nUpon her furnace fires fresh fuel flinging,\\nThe swarthy firemen grumble at the dust\\nMixed with the coal when suddenly upspringing.\\nSwift through the smoke-stack like a signal thrust,\\nFlares a red flame, a dread illumination\\nA cry, a tumult Slowly to her helm\\nThe vessel yields, mid shouts of acclamation,\\nAnd joy and terror all her crew o erwhelm;\\nFor looming from the blackness drear before them\\nDiscovered is the iceberg hardly seen.\\nIts ghastly precipices hanging o er them.\\nIts reddened peaks, with dreadful chasms between.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "WHEREFORE 65\\nEre darkness swallows it again and veering\\nOut of its track the brave ship onward steers,\\nJust grazing ruin. Trembling still, and fearing,\\nHer grateful people melt in prayers and tears.\\nIs it a mockery, their profound thanksgiving?\\nAnother ship goes shuddering to her doom\\nUnwarned, that very night, with hopes as living\\nWith freight as precious, lost amid the gloom.\\nWith not a ray to show the apparition\\nWaiting to slay her, none to cry Beware\\nEushing straight onward headlong to perdition.\\nAnd for her crew no time vouchsafed for prayer.\\nCould they have stormed Heaven s gate with anguished\\npraying.\\nIt would not have availed a feather s weight\\nAgainst their doom. Yet were they disobeying\\nNo law of God, to beckon such a fate.\\nAnd do not tell me the Almighty Master\\nWould work a miracle to save the one.\\nAnd yield the other up to dire disaster,\\nBy merely human justice thus outdone!\\nVainly we weep and wrestle with our sorrow\\nWe cannot see his roads, they lie so broad:", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "66 GUENDOLEN\\nBut his eternal day knows no to-morrow,\\nAnd life and death are all the same with God.\\nGUENDOLEN\\nShe is so fair, I thought, so dear and fair!\\nMaidenly beautiful from head to feet.\\nWith pensive profile delicate and sweet,\\nAnd Titian s color in her sunny hair.\\nSo fair, I thought, rejoicing even to note\\nThe little flexible, transparent wrist.\\nThe purple of the gold- clasped amethyst\\nThat glittered at her white and slender throat;\\nThe tiny ear, curled like a rosy shell;\\nThe gentle splendor of the wide brown eyes.\\nDeep, lustrous, tender, clear as morning skies;\\nThe full, sad lips, the voice that like a bell\\nRang thrilling with a music sweet and wild,\\nHigh, airy-pure as fluting of the fays,\\nOr bird-notes in the early summer days,\\nAnd joyous as the laughter of a child.\\nDearest, has Heaven aught to give thee more\\nI thought, the while I watched her changing face,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE WATCH OF BOON ISLAND 67\\nHeard her fine tones, and marked her gestures\\ngrace,\\nYea, one more gift is left, all gifts before.\\nWe go our separate ways on earth, and pain,\\nGod s shaping chisel, waits us as the rest,\\nWith nobler charm thy beauty to invest,\\nAnd make thee lovelier ere we meet ag^hi.\\nTHE WATCH OF BOON ISLAND\\nThey crossed the lonely and lamenting sea;\\nIts moaning seemed but singing. Wilt thou\\ndare,\\nHe asked her, brave the loneliness with me\\nWhat loneliness, she said, if thou art there?\\nAfar and cold on the horizon s rim\\nLoomed the tall lighthouse, like a ghostly sign;\\nThey sighed not as the shore behind grew dim,\\nA rose of joy they bore across the brine.\\nThey gained the barren rock, and made their home\\nAmong the wild waves and the sea-birds wild;\\nThe wintry winds blew fierce across the foam,\\nBut in each other s eyes they looked and smiled.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "68 THE WATCH OF BOON ISLAND\\nAloft tlio liglitliouso sGiit its warnings wide,\\nFed by their faithful hands, and ships in sight\\nWitli joy behold it, and on land men cried,\\nLook, clear and steady burns Boon Island li^ditf\\nAnd, while they trimmed the lamp with busy hands,\\nShine far and through the dark, sweet light 1\\nthey cried;\\nBring safely back the sailors from all lands\\nTo waiting love, wife, mother, sister, bride\\nNo tempest shook their calm, though many a storm\\nTore the vexed ocean into furious spray\\nNo chill could find them in their Eden warm.\\nAnd gently Time lapsed onward day by day.\\nSaid I no chill could find them There is one\\nWhose awful footfalls everywhere are known,\\nWith echoing sobs, who chills the summer sun,\\nAnd turns the happy heart of youth to stone;\\nInexorable Death, a silent guest\\nAt every hearth, ])ef()re wliose footsteps flee\\nAll joys, wlio rules th(5 earth, and, witliout rest,\\nKoams the vast shuddering spaces of the sea.\\nDeath found them turned his face and passed her by,\\nBut laid a linger on her lover s lips,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE WATCH OF BOON ISLAND 69\\nAnd ihoro was silence. Then tho storm ran high,\\nAnd tossed and trouhled sore the distant ships.\\nNay, who shall spoak tho terrors of tho night,\\nTho spoechless sorrow, tho siipromo despair?\\nStill like a gliost she trimmed tho waning light,\\nDragging her slow weight up tho winding stair.\\nWith more than oil the saving lamp she fed,\\nWhile lashed to madness tho wild sea she hoard.\\nSho kept her awful vigil with tho dead.\\nAnd God s sweet pity still sho ministered.\\nsailors, hailing loud the cheerful beam,\\nPiercing so far tho tumult of tho dark,\\nA radiant star of hope, you could not dream\\nWhat misery there sat cherishing that spark\\nThree times tho night, too terrible to bear,\\nDescended, shrouded in the storm. At last\\nThe sun rose clear and still on hor despair,\\nAnd all her striving to the winds she cast,\\nAnd bowed her head and let tlie light die out,\\nFor the wide soa lay calm as her dead love.\\nWhen evening fell, from the far land, in doubt.\\nVainly to find that faithful star men strove.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "70 BEETHOVEN\\nSailors and landsmen look, and women s eyes,\\nFor pity ready, search in vain the night,\\nAnd wondering neighbor unto neighbor cries,\\nNow what, think you, can ail Boon Island light\\nOut from the coast toward her high tower they sailed\\nThey found her watching, silent, by her dead,\\nA shadowy woman, who nor wept, nor wailed.\\nBut answered what they spake, till all was said.\\nThey bore the dead and living both away.\\nWith anguish time seemed powerless to destroy\\nShe turned, and backward gazed across the bay,\\nLost in the sad sea lay her rose of joy.\\nBEETHOVEN\\nSOVEREIGN Master! stern and splendid power.\\nThat calmly dost both Time and Death defy;\\nLofty and lone as mountain peaks that tower.\\nLeading our thoughts up to the eternal sky:\\nKeeper of some divine, mysterious key,\\nKaising us far above all human care.\\nUnlocking awful gates of harmony\\nTo let heaven s light in on the world s despair;\\nSmiter of solemn chords that still command", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "BEETHOVEN 71\\nEchoes in souls that suffer and aspire,\\nIn the great moment while we hold thy hand,\\nBaptized with pain and rapture, tears and fire,\\nGod lifts our saddened foreheads from the dust,\\nThe everlasting God, in whom we trust\\nII\\nO stateliest who shall speak thy praise, who find\\nA fitting word to utter before thee\\nThou lonely splendor, thou consummate mind.\\nWho marshalest thy hosts in majesty;\\nThy shadowy armies of resistless thought.\\nThy subtile forces drawn from Nature s heart,\\nThy solemn breathing, mighty music, wrought\\nOf life and death a miracle thou art\\nThe restless tides of human life that swing\\nIn stormy currents, thou dost touch and sway;\\nDeep tones within us answer, shuddering,\\nAt thy resounding voice we cast away\\nAll our unworthiness, made strong by thee,\\nThou great uplif ter of humanity\\nIll\\nAnd was it thus the master looked, think you\\nIs this the painter s fancy? Who can tell!\\nThese strong and noble outlines should be true:\\nOn the broad brow such majesty should dwell.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "72 MOZART\\nYea, and these deep, indomitable eyes\\nAre surely his. Lo, the imperial will\\nIn every feature Mighty purpose lies\\nAbout the shut mouth, resolute and still.\\nObserve the head s pathetic attitude,\\nBent forward, listening, he that might not hear\\nAh, could the world s adoring gratitude.\\nSo late to come, have made his life less drear!\\nHearest thou, now, great soul beyond our ken.\\nMen s reverent voices answering thee, Amen\\nMOZAET\\nMost beautiful among the helpers thou!\\nAll heaven s fresh air and sunshine at thy voice\\nFlood with refreshment many a weary brow,\\nAnd sad souls thrill with courage and rejoice\\nTo hear God s gospel of pure gladness sound\\nSo sure and clear in this bewildered world,\\nTill the sick vapors that our sense confound\\nBy cheerful winds are into nothing whirled.\\nO matchless melody O perfect art\\nlovely, lofty voice, unfaltering\\nstrong and radiant and divine Mozart,\\nAmong earth s benefactors crowned a king!\\nLoved shalt thou be while time may yet endure,\\nSpirit of health, sweet, sound, and wise, and pure.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "SCHUBERT 73\\nSCHUBERT\\nAt the open window I lean;\\nFlowers in the garden without\\nFaint in the heat and the drought;\\nWhat does the music mean\\nFor here, from the cold keys within,\\nIs a tempest of melody drawn;\\nDoubts, passionate questions, the dawn\\nOf high hope, and a triumph to win;\\nWhile out in the garden, blood-red\\nThe poppy droops, faint in the heat\\nOf the noon, and the sea-wind so sweet\\nCaresses its delicate head.\\nAnd still the strong music goes on\\nWith its storming of beautiful heights.\\nWith its sorrow that heaven requites,\\nAnd the victory fought for is won\\nHigh with thy gift didst thou reach,\\nSchubert, whose genius superb\\nNothing could check or could curb:\\nThou liftest the heart with thy speech!", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "74 CHOPIN\\nCHOPm\\nCalm is the close of the day,\\nAll things are quiet and blest;\\nLow in the darkening west\\nThe young moon sinks slowly away.\\nWithout, in the twilight, I dream:\\nWithin it is cheerful and bright\\nWith faces that bloom in the light.\\nAnd the cold keys that silently gleam.\\nThen a magical touch draws near.\\nAnd a voice like a call of delight\\nCleaves the calm of the beautiful night.\\nAnd I turn from my musing to hear.\\nLo! the movement too wondrous to name!\\nAgitation and rapture, the press\\nAs of myriad waves that caress.\\nAnd break into vanishing flame.\\nAh! but the exquisite strain.\\nSinking to pathos so sweet!\\nIs life then a lie and a cheat?\\nHark to the hopeless refrain!", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE PIMPEKNEL 75\\nComes a shock like the voice of a soul\\nLost to good, to all beauty and joy,\\nLed alone by the powers that destroy,\\nAnd fighting with fiends for control.\\nDrops a chord like the grave s first clod.\\nThen again toss the waves of caprice.\\nWild, delicate, sweet, with no peace,\\nNo health, and no yielding to God.\\nO Siren, that charmest the air\\nWith this potent and passionate spell.\\nSad as songs of the angels that fell.\\nThou leadest alone to despair!\\nWhat troubles the night It grows chill\\nLet the weird, wild music be;\\nFronts us the infinite sea\\nAnd Nature is holy and still.\\nTHE PIMPERNEL\\nShe walks beside the silent shore.\\nThe tide is high, the breeze is still;\\nNo ripple breaks the ocean floor.\\nThe sunshine sleeps upon the hill.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "76 THE PIMPERNEL\\nThe turf is warm beneath her feet,\\nBordering the beach of stone and shell,\\nAnd thick about her path the sweet\\nRed blossoms of the pimpernel.\\nOh, sleep not yet, my flower she cries,\\nNor prophesy of storm to come;\\nTell me that under steadfast skies\\nFair winds shall bring my lover home.\\nShe stoops to gather flower and shell.\\nShe sits, and, smiling, studies each;\\nShe hears the full tide rise and swell.\\nAnd whisper softly on the beach.\\nWaking, she dreams a golden dream,\\nEemembering with what still delight.\\nTo watch the sunset s fading gleam.\\nHere by the waves they stood last night.\\nShe leans on that encircling arm,\\nDivinely strong with power to draw\\nHer nature, as the moon doth charm\\nThe swaying sea with heavenly law.\\nAll lost in bliss the moments glide;\\nShe feels his whisper, his caress;\\nThe murmur of the mustering tide\\nBrings her no presage of distress.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE PIMPERNEL 77\\nWhat breaks her dream? She lifts her eyes\\nReluctant to destroy the spell;\\nThe color from her bright cheek dies,\\nClose folded is the pimpernel.\\nWith rapid glance she scans the sky;\\nEises a sudden wind, and grows.\\nAnd charged with storm the cloud-heaps lie.\\nWell may the scarlet blossoms close\\nA touch, and bliss is turned to bale\\nLife only keeps the sense of pain;\\nThe world holds naught save one white sail\\nFlying before the wind and rain.\\nBroken upon the wheel of fear\\nShe wears the storm- vexed hour away;\\nAnd now in gold and fire draws near\\nThe sunset of her troubled day.\\nBut to her sky is yet denied\\nThe sun that lights the world for her;\\nShe sweeps the rose-flushed ocean wide\\nWith eager eyes the quick tears blur;\\nAnd lonely, lonely all the space\\nStretches, with never sign of sail,\\nAnd sadder grows her wistful face.\\nAnd all the sunset splendors fail.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "78 BY THE DEAD\\nAnd cold and palo, in still despair,\\nWith heavier grief than tongue can tell,\\nShe sinks, upon her lips a prayer,\\nHer cheek against the pimpernel.\\nBright blossoms wet with showery tears\\nOn her shut eyes their droplets shed.\\nOnly tlie Wakened waves she hears.\\nThat, singing, drown his rapid tread.\\nSweet, I am here Joy s gates swing wide,\\nAnd heaven is theirs, and all is well,\\nAnd left beside the eblnng tide.\\nForgotten, is the pimpernel.\\nBY THE DEAD\\nPoverty till now I never knew\\nThe meaning of the word What lack is here I\\npale mask of a soul great, good, and true\\nO mocking semblance stretched upon a bier I\\nEach atom of this devastated face\\nWas so instinct with power, with warmth and\\nlight;\\nWhat desert is so desolate No grace\\nIs left, no gleam, no change, no day, no night.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "BY THE DEAD 79\\nWhere is the key tliat locked these gates of speech,\\nOiico beautiful, where thought stood sentinel,\\nWhere sweetness sat, where wisdom passed, to teach\\nOur weakness strongtli, our homage to compel?\\nDespoiled at last, and waste and barren lies\\nThis once so rich domain. Where lives and moves,\\nIn what new world, tlic splendor of these eyes\\nThat dauntless lightened like imperial Jove s?\\nAnnihilated, do you answer me\\nBlown out and vanisliod like a candle flame\\nIs nothing left but this pale efligy.\\nThis silence drear, this dread without a name\\nHas it been all in vain, our love and pride,\\nThis yearning love that still purswis our friend\\nInto the awful dark, unsatisfied.\\nBereft, and wrung with pain Is this the end\\nWould God so mock us To our human sense\\nNo answer reaches through the dbubtful air;\\nYet with a living hope, profound, intense.\\nOur tortured souls rebel against despair;\\nAs bowing to the bitter fate we go\\nDrooping and dumb as if beneath a curse;\\nBut does not pitying Heaven answer No\\nWith all the voices of the universe 1", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "80 FOOTPEINTS IN THE SAND\\nFOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND\\nLazily, through the warm gray afternoon,\\nWe sailed toward the land;\\nOver the long sweep of the billows, soon,\\nWe saw on either hand\\nPeninsula and cape and silver beach\\nUnfold before our eyes,\\nLighthouse and roof and spire and wooded reach\\nGrew clear beyond surmise.\\nBehind us lay the islands that we loved.\\nTouched by a wandering gleam.\\nMelting in distance, where the white sails moved\\nSoftly as in a dream.\\nDrifting past buoy and scarlet beacon slow,\\nWe gained the coast at last.\\nAnd up the harbor, where no wind did blow,\\nWe drew, and anchor cast.\\nThe lovely land Green, the broad fields came down\\nAlmost into the sea;\\nNestled the quiet homesteads warm and brown,\\nEmbraced by many a tree;\\nThe gray above was streaked with smiling blue,\\nThe snowy gulls sailed o er;\\nThe shining goldenrod waved, where it grew,\\nA welcome to the shore.\\nPeaceful the whole, and sweet. Beyond the sand\\nThe dwelling-place I sought", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND 81\\nLay in the sunshine. All the scene I scanned,\\nFull of one wistful thought:\\nSaw any eyes our vessel near the shore\\nFrom vine-draped windows quaint?\\nWaited my bright, shy darling at the door,\\nFairer than words could paint?\\nI did not see her gleaming golden head,\\nNor hear her clear voice call;\\nAs up the beach I went with rapid tread,\\nLonely and still was all.\\nBut on the smooth sand printed, far and near,\\nI saw her footsteps small;\\nHere had she loitered, here she hastened, here\\nShe climbed the low stone wall.\\nSuch pathos in those little footprints spoke,\\nI paused and lingered long;\\nListening as far away the billows broke\\nWith the old solemn song.\\nThe infinite hoary spray of the salt sea,\\nIn yet another tide.\\nShould wash away these traces utterly;\\nAnd in my heart I cried,\\nO thou Creator, when thy waves of Time,\\nThe infinite hoary spray\\nThat sweeps life from the earth at dawn and prime.\\nHave swept her soul away.\\nHow shall I know it is not even as these\\nLight footprints in the sand,", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND\\nThat vanish into naught? For no man sees\\nClearly what Thon hast planned.\\nAnd sadly musing, up the slope I pressed,\\nAnd sought her where she played.\\nBy breeze and sunshine flattered and caressed,\\nA merry little maid.\\nAnd while I clasped her close and held her fast,\\nAnd looked into her face,\\nHalf shy, half smiling, wholly glad at last\\nTo rest in my embrace.\\nFrom the clear heaven of her innocent eyes\\nLeaped Love to answer me;\\nDivinely through the mortal shape that dies\\nShone immortality\\nWhat the winds hinted, what the awful sky\\nHeld in its keeping, all\\nThe vast sea s prophesying suddenly\\nGrew clear as clarion call.\\nThe secret nature strives to speak, yet hides,\\nFlashed from those human eyes\\nTo slay my doubt: I felt that all the tides\\nOf death and change might rise\\nAnd devastate the world, yet I could see\\nThis steady shining spark\\nShould live eternally, could never be\\nLost in the unfathomed dark\\nAnd when beneath a threatening sunset sky\\nWe trimmed our sails and turned", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "A BROKEN LILY i\\nSeaward again, with many a sweet good-by,\\nA quiet gladness burned\\nWithin me, as I watched her tiny form\\nGo dancing up and down,\\nLight as a sandpiper before the storm,\\nUpon the beach-edge brown,\\nWaving her little kerchief to and fro\\nTill we were out of sight,\\nSped by a wild wind that began to blow\\nOut of the troubled night;\\nAnd while we tossed upon an angry sea,\\nAnd round the lightning ran.\\nAnd muttering thunder rolled incessantly\\nAs the black storm began,\\nI knew the fair and peaceful landscape lay\\nSafe hidden in the gloom.\\nWaiting the glad returning of the day\\nTo smile again and bloom;\\nAnd sure as that to-morrow s sun would rise,\\nAnd day again would be.\\nShone the sweet promise of those childish eyes\\nWherein God answered me.\\nA BEOKEN LILY\\nO Lily, dropped upon the gray sea-sand.\\nWhat time my fair love through the morning land\\nLed the rejoicing children, singing all", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "84 MAY MORNING\\nIn happy chorus, to their festival,\\nUnder green trees the flowery fields among;\\nNow, when the noon sun blazes o er the sea,\\nAnd echo tolls not of the song tlioy sung.\\nAnd all thy silver splendor silently\\nThou yieldest to the salt and bitter tide,\\nI find thee, and, remembering on whose breast\\nThy day began in thy fresh beauty s pride.\\nThough of thy bloom and fragrance dispossessed,\\nThou art to me than all June s flowers more sweet,\\nFairer than Aphrodite s foam-kissed feet I\\nMAY MORNING\\nWarm, wild, rainy wind, blowing fitfully.\\nStirring dreamy breakers on the slumberous May sea.\\nWhat shall fail to answer thee? What thing shall\\nwithstand\\nThe spell of thine enchantment, flowing over sea and\\nland?\\nAll along the swamp-edge in the rain I go;\\nAll about my head thou the loosened locks dost blow;\\nLike the German goose-girl in the fairy tale,\\nI watch across the shining pool my flock of ducks that\\nsail.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "MAY MORNING 85\\nRedly gloam tho rose- haws, dripping with the wot,\\nFruit of sober autumn, glowing crimson yet;\\nSlender swords of iris leaves cut tho water clear.\\nAnd light green creeps the tender grass, thick spread-\\ning far and near.\\nEvery last year s stalk is set with brown or golden\\nstuds\\nAll tho boughs of bayberry are thick with scented\\nbuds\\nIslanded in turfy velvet, where tho ferns uncurl,\\nLo! tho largo white duck s egg glimmers like a pearll\\nSoftly sing tho billows, rushing, whispering low\\nFreshly, oh! deliciously, tho warm, wild wind doth\\nblow!\\nPlaintive bloat of now- washed lambs comes faint from\\nfar away;\\nAnd clearly cry tho little birds, alert and blithe and\\nO happy, happy morning dear, familiar place\\nO warm, swoet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my\\nface!\\nO well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my caro\\naway.\\nThat I may bo a child again this blissful morn of May.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "86 ALL S WELL\\nALL S WELL\\nWhat dost thou here, young wife, by the water-side,\\nGathering crimson dulse?\\nKnow st thou not that the cloud in the west glooms\\nwide.\\nAnd the wind has a hurrying pulse\\nPeaceful the eastern waters before thee spread,\\nAnd the cliffs rise high behind,\\nWhile thou gatherest sea- weeds, green and brown and\\nred.\\nTo the coming trouble blind.\\nShe lifts her eyes to the top of the granite crags,\\nAnd the color ebbs from her cheek.\\nSwift vapors skurry the black squall s tattered flags.\\nAnd she hears the gray gull shriek.\\nAnd like a blow is the thought of the little boat\\nBy this on its homeward way,\\nA tiny skiff, like a cockle-shell afloat\\nIn the tempest- threatened bay\\nWith husband and brother who sailed away to the\\ntown\\nWhen fair shone the morning sun.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "ALL S WELL 87\\nTo tarry but till the tide in the stream turned down,\\nThen seaward again to run.\\nHomeward she flies; the land-breeze strikes her cold;\\nA terror is in the sky;\\nHer little babe with his tumbled hair of gold\\nIn her mother s arms doth lie.\\nShe catches him up with a breathless, questioning cry\\nO mother, speak! Are they near?\\nDear, almost home. At the western window high\\nThy father watches in fear.\\nShe climbs the stair: 0 father, must they be lost?\\nHe answers never a word;\\nThrough the glass he watches the line the squall has\\ncrossed\\nAs if no sound he heard.\\nAnd the Day of Doom seems come in the angry sky,\\nAnd a low roar fills the air;\\nIn an awful stillness the dead-black waters lie.\\nAnd the rocks gleam ghastly and bare.\\nIs it a snow-white gull s wing fluttering there.\\nIn the midst of that hush of dread\\nAh, no, t is the narrow strip of canvas they dare\\nIn the face of the storm to spread.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "88 ALL S WELL\\nA moment more and all the furies are loose,\\nThe coast lino is blotted out,\\nThe skiff is gone, the rain-cloud pours its sluice,\\nAnd she hears her father shout,\\nDown with your sail! as if through the tumult\\nwild,\\nAnd the distance, his voice might reach;\\nAnd, stunned, she clasps still closer her rosy child.\\nBereft of the power of speech.\\nBut her heart cries low, as writhing it lies on the\\nrack,\\nSweet, art thou fatherless?\\nAnd swift to her mother she carries the little one\\nback.\\nWhere she waits in her sore distress.\\nThen into tlio heart of the storm she rushes forth;\\nLike leaden bullets the rain\\nBeats hard in her face, and tlic hurricane from the\\nnorth\\nWould drive her back again.\\nIt splits the shingles off the roof like a wedge,\\nIt lashes her clothes and her hair,\\nBut slowly she fights her way to the western ledge,\\nWith the strength of her despair.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "ALI. S WKLL 89\\nThrough Uio Hying s})niy, through the raiu-cloud s\\nsliJiUcrod strojun,\\nWhat sh;ii)cs in the diytuncc groiw,\\nLike liguros that haunt the shore of a dreadful dream\\nShe is wikl with a doaporate hope.\\nHave pity, merciful Heaven! Can it he?\\nIs it no vision that mocks\\nFrom hillow to l)ill )w tlie headlong plunging sea\\nHas tossed them liigli on the rocks;\\nAnd the hollow skill like a child s toy lies on the\\nledge\\nThis side of the roaring foam,\\nAnd up from the valley of death, from the grave s\\ndrear edge,\\nLike ghosts of men they come\\nOh sweetly, sweetly shines the sinking sun.\\nAnd the storm is swept away;\\nPiled high in the east jire the cloud-heaps purple and\\ndun,\\nAnd peacefully dies i\\\\w day.\\nBut a sweeter peace falls soft on the grateful souls\\nIn the lonely \\\\sh) that dwell,\\nAnd the whisjier and rush of every wave that rolls\\nSeem murmuring, All is well.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "90 THE SECRET\\nTHE SECRET\\nOh what saw you, gathering flowers so early this\\nMay morn\\nI saw a shining blackbird loud whistling on a thorn;\\nI saw the mottled plover from the swamp-edge fly\\naway;\\nI heard the blithe song-sparrows who welcomed the\\nbright day;\\nI heard the curlew calling, oh, sweet, so sweet and far\\nI saw the white gull twinkling in the blue sky like a\\nstar.\\nAnd is the blackbird whistling yet, and does the\\ncurlew call,\\nAnd should I find your rapture if I saw and heard it\\nall?\\nLife seems to me so hard to bear, perplexed with\\nchange and loss.\\nHeavy with pain, and weary still with care s perpetual\\ncross.\\nWhy should the white gull s twinkling wings, half\\nlost amid the blue.\\nBring any joy? Yet care and pain weigh just as\\nmuch on you,\\nAnd you come back and look at me with such joy-\\nbeaming eyes", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE SECRET 91\\nAn angel njiglit have been your guide through fields\\nof Paradise\\nWhat is the secret Nature keeps to whisper in your ear\\nThat sends the swift blood pulsing warm with such\\nimmortal cheer,\\nAnd makes your eyes shine like the morn, and rings\\nsweet in your voice.\\nLike some clear, distant trumpet sound that bids the\\nworld rejoice?\\nHer secret? Nay, she speaks to me no word you\\nmight not hear.\\nHer voice is ever ready and her meaning ever clear:\\nBut I love her with such passion that her lightest ges-\\nture seems\\nDivinely beautiful she fills my life with golden\\ndreams.\\nI tremble in her presence, to her every touch and tone;\\nI answer to her whisper love has to worship grown.\\nShe turns her solemn face to me, and lays within my\\nhand\\nThe key that puts her endless wealth for aye at my\\ncommand\\nAnd so, because I worship her, her benedictions rest\\nUpon me, and she folds me safe and warm upon her\\nbreast,\\nAnd in her sweet and awful eyes I gaze till I forget\\nThe troubles that perplex our days, the tumult and\\nthe fret.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "92 SEASIDE GOLDENROD\\nOh, would you learn the word of power that lifts, all\\ncare above,\\nThe sad soul up to Nature s heart? I answer, It is\\nLove!\\nSEASIDE GOLDENROD\\nGraceful, tossing plume of glowing gold,\\nWaving lonely on the rocky ledge;\\nLeaning seaward, lovely to behold.\\nClinging to the high cliff s ragged edge;\\nBurning in the pure September sky.\\nSpike of gold against the stainless blue,\\nDo you watch the vessels drifting by\\nDoes the quiet day seem long to you?\\nUp to you I climb, perfect shape\\nPoised so lightly twixt the sky and sea;\\nLooking out o er headland, crag, and cape.\\nO er the ocean s vague immensity.\\nUp to you my human thought I bring,\\nSit me down your peaceful watch to share.\\nDo you hear the waves below us sing\\nFeel you the soft fanning of the air", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "MARCH 98\\nHow much of life s rapture is your right?\\nIn earth s joy what may your portion be?\\nKocked by breezes, touched by tender light,\\nFed by dews and sung to by the sea\\nSomething of delight and of content\\nMust be yours, however vaguely known;\\nAnd your grace is mutely eloquent.\\nAnd your beauty makes the rock a throne.\\nMatters not to you, O golden flower!\\nThat such eyes of worship watch you sway\\nBut you make more sweet the dreamful hour\\nAnd you crown for me the tranquil day.\\nMAKCH\\nThe keen north wind pipes loud;\\nSwift scuds the flying cloud;\\nLight lies the new fallen snow;\\nThe ice- clad eaves drip slow,\\nFor glad Spring has begun,\\nAnd to the ardent sun\\nThe earth, long time so bleak,\\nTurns a frost-bitten cheek.\\nThrough the clear sky of March,\\nBlue to the topmost arch,", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "94 MARCH\\nSwept by the New Year s galos,\\nThe crow, harsh-clamoring, sails.\\nHy the swift river s Hood\\nThe willow s golden blood\\nMounts to the highest spray,\\nMore vivid day by day;\\nAnd fast the maples now\\nCrimson through every bough,\\nAnd from the alder s crown\\nSwing the long catkins brown.\\nGone is the winter s pain;\\nThougli sorrow still rcnuain,\\nThough eyes with tears be wet,\\nThe voice of our regret\\nWe husli, to hoar the sweet\\nFar fall of sunnnor s feet.\\nThe Heavenly Father wise\\nLooks in the saddened eyes\\nOf our un worthiness,\\nYet doth He cheer and bless.\\nDoubt and l)esi)air are dead;\\nHop(3 dares to raise her head,\\nAnd whispers of delight\\nFill the earth day and night.\\nThe snowdrops by the door\\nLift upward, sweet and pure,\\nTheir delicate bells; and soon.\\nIn the calm blaze of noon.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "TIIK WHITK liOVKU 95\\nJ\\\\y lowly wiiulow-sills\\nWill laugh iluwlairodils!\\nSON(J\\nTiiic clovor bloHHoniH kiss lu^r fci^t,\\nSI 10 is so swoot,\\nWliilo 1, who may not kiss h(w haiu],\\nBless till lh(^ wild llowtMr. in l.h laud.\\nISoft suiishiiu^ falls across hci* broast,\\nSh(^ is so bloat.\\nI m jealous of its aruis of gold,\\nOh l.hal th( M(^ aruiM Ikm* forui uiight fold!\\nGently Iho broo/c^s kiss bur hair,\\nSho is so fair.\\nLet llovvors aud sun and bn-ozo go by,\\nO dearest! Love nie or J ilio.\\nOsc^Au iiAuniroN\\nTUK WIITTIC MOVVAl\\nTnKY callod Mi liMIn schooiKU IIk^ Wliib^ I\\\\.( v u*,\\nWhen they lightly launcluMl \\\\um- ou l,ho briiuuiiug\\ntide;\\nStanch and triiu she was to sail ilu^ broad scmis ov(w,\\nAud with rhccrs they .s|\u00c2\u00bbn ad lu^r suowy cauvas widt^", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "96 THE WHITE ROVER\\nAnd a thing of beauty, forth she fared to wrestle\\nWith the wild, uncertain ocean, far and near,\\nAnd no evil thing befell the graceful vessel,\\nAnd she sailed in storm and sunshine many a year.\\nBut at last a rumor grew that she was haunted;\\nThat up her slender masts her sails had flown\\nUnhelped by human hands, as if enchanted,\\nAs she rocked upon her moorings all alone.\\nHowe er that be, one day in winter weather,\\nWhen the bitter north was raging at its worst.\\nAnd wind and cold vexed the roused sea together.\\nTill Dante s frozen hell seemed less accurst,\\nTwo fishermen, to draw their trawls essaying.\\nSeized by the hurricane that ploughed the bay.\\nWere swept across the waste; and hardly weighing\\nDeath s chance, the Rover reefed and bore away\\nTo save them, reached them, shuddering where they\\nwaited\\nTheir quick destruction, tossing white and dumb,\\nAnd caught them from perdition; then, belated.\\nStrove to return the rough way she had come.\\nBut there was no returning! Fierce as lightning\\nThe eager cold grew keener, more intense.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE WHITE ROVER 97\\nAcross her homeward track the billows, whitening,\\nIn crested mountains rolling, drove her thence;\\nTill her brave crew, benumbed, gave up the battle,\\nClad in a mail of ice that weighed like lead;\\nThey heard the crusted blocks and rigging rattle,\\nThey saw the sails like sheets of iron spread.\\nAnd powerless before the gale they drifted,\\nTill swiftly dropped the black and hopeless night.\\nThe wild tornado never lulled nor shifted,\\nBut drove them toward the coast upon their right,\\nAnd flung the frozen schooner, all sail standing,\\nStiff as an iceberg on the icy shore\\nAnd half alive, her torpid people, landing,\\nCrept to the lighthouse, and were safe once more.\\nThen what befell the vessel, standing solemn\\nThrough that tremendous night of cold and storm,\\nUpon the frost-locked land, a frigid column.\\nBeneath the stars, a silent, glittering form?\\nNone ever saw her more The tide upbore her,\\nReleased her fastened keel, and ere the day.\\nWithout a guide, and all the world before her,\\nThe sad, forsaken Bover sailed away.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "98 THE WHITE ROVER\\nBut sometimes, when in summer twilight blending\\nSunset and moonrise mingle their rich light,\\nOr when on noonday mists the sun is spending\\nHis glory, till they glimmer thin and white,\\nUpon the dim horizon molting, gleaming.\\nSlender, ethereal, like a lovely ghost\\nSoft looming, in the hazy distance dreaming,\\nOr gliding like a film along the coast,\\nI seem to see her yet: and skippers hoary,\\nSailors and fishermen, will still relate\\nAmong their sea- worn mates the simple story\\nOf how the wandering Rover met her fate;\\nAnd shake their heads: Perhaps the tempest wrecked\\nher.\\nBut snug and trim and tidy, fore and aft,\\nI ve seen the vessel since, or else her spectre,\\nSailing as never yet sailed earthly craft.\\nStraight in the wind s teeth; and with steady mo-\\ntion\\nCleaving a calm as if it blew a gale\\nAnd they are sure her wraith still haunts the ocean.\\nMocking the sight with semblance of a sail.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "CONTRAST 99\\nCONTRAST\\nThe day is bitter. Through the hollow sky\\nRolls the clear sun, inexorably bright,\\nGlares on the shrinking earth, a lidless eye,\\nShedding no warmth, but Hoods of blinding liglit.\\nThe luirricane roars loud. The facile sea\\nWith passionate resentment writhes and raves\\nBeneatli its maddening whip, and furiously\\nResponds with all the thunder of its waves.\\nThe iron rock, ice-locked, snow-slu^atlied, lies still,\\nThe centre of this devastated world,\\nBeaten and lashed by wind and sea at will,\\nBuried in spray by the fierce breakers hurled.\\nCold, raging desolation Out of it,\\nSwift-footed, eager, noiseless as the light,\\nGlides my adventurous thought, and lo, I sit\\nWith Mennion and the desert in my sight.\\nSilence and breathless heat I A torrid land,\\nUnbroken to the vast horizon s verge.\\nSave once, where from the waste of level sand\\nAll motionless the clustered palms emerge.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "100 A FADED GLOVE\\nHot the wide earth and hot the blazing sky,\\nAnd still as death, unchanged since time began.\\nFar in the shimmering distance silently\\nCreeps like a snake the lessening caravan.\\nAnd on the great lips of the statue old\\nBroods silence, and no zephyr stirs the palm.\\nNature forgets her tempests and her cold,\\nAnd breathes in peace. There is no joy but\\ncalm.\\nA FADED GLOVE\\nMy little granddaughter, who fain would know\\nWhy, folded close in scented satin fine,\\nI keep a relic faded long ago,\\nThis pearl-gray, dainty, withered glove of mine,\\nListen: I 11 tell you. It is fifty years\\nSince the fair day I laid my treasure here.\\nBut yesterday to me the time appears;\\nAges ago to you, I know, my dear.\\nUpon this palm, now withered as my cheek,\\nLove laid his first kiss, doubting and afraid:\\nOh, swift and strong across me while I speak\\nComes memory of Love s might, my little maid!", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "A FADED GLOVE lOl\\nI yet was so unconscious! Twas a night\\nSome festal night; my sisters were above,\\nNot ready quite; but I, cloaked all in white,\\nWaited below, and, fastening my glove.\\nLooked up with smiling speech to him who stood\\nObserving me, so still and so intent,\\nI wondered somewhat at his quiet mood,\\nTill it flashed on mo what the silence meant.\\nWhat sudden fire of dawn my sky o orspread!\\nWhat low melodious thunder broke my calm\\nCould I be dreaming that this glorious head\\nWas bending low above my girlish palm\\nHis majesty of mien proclaimed him king;\\nHis lowly gesture said, I am your slave\\nBeneath my feet the firm earth seemed to swing.\\nUnstable as storm-driven wind and wave.\\nAh, beautiful and terrible and sweet\\nThe matchless moment! Was it life or death.\\nOr day or night For my heart ceased to beat,\\nAnd heaven and earth changed in a single breath.\\nAnd, like a harp some hand of power doth smite\\nTo sudden harmony, my soul awoke.\\nAnd, answering, rose to match his spirit s height,\\nWhile not a word the mystic silence broke.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "102 A FADED GLOVE\\nT was but an instant. Down the echoing stair\\nSwept voices, laughter, wafts of melody,\\nMy sisters three, in draperies light as air;\\nBut like a dream the whole world seemed to me,\\nAs, steadying my whirling thoughts, I strove\\nTo grasp a truth so wondrous, \u00c2\u00ab^o divine.\\nI shut this hand, this little tinted glove.\\nTo keep its secret mine, and only mine.\\nAnd like an empty show the brilliant hours\\nPassed by, with beauty, music, pleasure thronged,\\nPhantasmagoria of light and flowers;\\nBut only one delight to me belonged,\\nOne thought, one wish, one hope, one joy, one fear,\\nOne dizzy rapture, one star in the sky,\\nThe solemn sky that bent to bring God near\\nI would have been content that night to die.\\nOnly a touch upon this little glove.\\nAnd, lo, the lofty marvel which it wrought!\\nYou wonder; for as yet you know not love,\\nOh, sweet my child, my lily yet unsought I\\nThe glove is faded, but immortal joy\\nLives in the kiss; its memory cannot fade;\\nAnd when Death s clasp this pale hand shall destroy.\\nThe sacred glove shall in my grave be laid.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "PORTENT 108\\nPORTENT\\nWhen the darkness drew away at the dawning of the\\nday,\\nI heard the medricks screammg loud and shrill across\\nthe bay;\\nAnd I wondered to behold all the sky in ruddy gold,\\nFlashing into fire and flame where the clouds like bil-\\nlows rolled.\\nRed the sea ran east and west, burning broke each\\ntumbling crest.\\nWhere the waves, like shattered rubies, leaped and\\nfell and could not rest;\\nEvery rock was carmine-flushed, every sail like roses\\nblushed.\\nFlying swift before the wind from the south that\\nroared and rushed.\\nIs it judgment day? I said, gazing out o er billows\\nred.\\nGazing up at crimson vapors, crowding, drifting over-\\nhead.\\nListening to the great uproar of the waters on the\\nshore.\\nTo the wild sad-crying sea-birds, buffeted and beaten\\nsore.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "104 PORTENT\\nIs the end of time at hand is this pageant, strange\\nand grand,\\nA portent of destruction blazing fierce o er sea and\\nland?\\nThen the scarlet ebbed, and slow, sky above and earth\\nbelow,\\nDrowned in melancholy purple, seemed with grief to\\noverflow.\\nAnd while thus I gazed, the day, growing stronger,\\nturned to gray\\nAll the transitory splendor and the beauty passed\\naway;\\nAnd I recognized the sign of the color poured like\\nwine\\nIn this morn of late October as from clusters of the\\nvine.\\nTwas the ripeness of the year; soon, I knew, must\\ndisappear\\nAll the warmth and light and happiness that made the\\ntime so dear;\\nAnd again our souls must wait while the bare earth,\\ndesolate.\\nBore in patience and in silence all the winter s wrath\\nand hate.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "SONG 105\\nSONG\\nSing, little bird, oh sing!\\nHow sweet thy voice and clear 1\\nHow fine the airy measures ring,\\nThe sad old world to cheer I\\nBloom, little llower, oh bloom I\\nThou niakest glad the day;\\nA scented torch, thou dost illume\\nThe darkness of the way.\\nDance, little child, oh dance I\\nWhile sweet the small birds sing,\\nAnd [lowers bloom fair, and every glance\\nOf sunshine tells of spring.\\nOh! bloom, and sing, and smile.\\nChild, bird, and flower, and make\\nThe sad old world forget awhile\\nIts sorrow for your sake", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "106 KENUNCIATION\\nRENUNCIATION\\nLike scattered flowers blown all about the bay,\\nThe rosy sails, lit with the sunrise, shine;\\nThe white stars in the brightness fade away;\\nIn perfect silence dawns the day divine.\\nOh bring me neither gifts of good or ill,\\nDelicious day Let only peace be mine\\nAnd the fair hours, advancing calm and still,\\nPassed by her mute, nor brought her word or sign.\\nBut when the glory of the sunset flame\\nHeld all the world in triumph brief and sweet.\\nThe last bright hour, with faltering footsteps, came\\nAnd laid a gift august before her feet.\\nYet she entreated, Peace Take back your gift,\\ngolden hour! I am content to be\\nLonely as yonder fading sails that drift\\nNeath saddened skies upon the silent sea.\\nFate answered her, The gods may not recall\\nTheir gifts, once given. Be wise, therefore. Ac-\\ncept\\nTheir bounty gratefully for not to all\\nSuch largess falls. She bowed her head and wept.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "SONG 107\\nShe turned her from the sunset s red and gold,\\nShe faced the dim East s waning violet,\\nShe saw the twilight stealing pale and cold.\\nAnd all her soul was wrung with her regret.\\nPure, powerful, triumphant music shook\\nThe listening air and floated up the sky\\nThe dust and ashes of her life she took\\nAnd passed the gift of splendid beauty by.\\nBut oh, must storm and strife be mine, she cried,\\nForever Shall I never find repose\\nMocked by mirage of hope and still defied\\nAnd buff eted by every wind that blows\\nFrom farthest distance high a clear voice rang,\\nAshes and dust shall blossom like the rose!\\nClimb thou above the tempests, sweet it sang;\\nPatience On every height there lies repose.\\nSONG\\nOh the fragrance of the air\\nWith the breathing of the flowers!\\nOh the isles of cloudlets fair.\\nShining after balmy showers I", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "108 TWO SONNETS\\nOh the freshly rippling notes\\nOh the warbling, loud and long,\\nFrom a thousand golden throats!\\nOh the south wind s tender song!\\nOh the mellow dip of oars\\nThrough the dreamy afternoon\\nOh the waves that clasp the shores,\\nChanting one delicious tune!\\nWears the warm, enchanted day\\nTo the last of its rich hours.\\nWhile my heart, in the sweet May,\\nBuds and blossoms with the flowers.\\nTWO SONNETS\\nNot so You stand as long ago a king\\nStood on the seashore, bidding back the tide\\nThat onward rolled resistless still, to fling\\nIts awful volume landward, wild and wide.\\nAnd just as impotent is your command\\nTo stem the tide that rises in my soul.\\nIt ebbs not at the lifting of your hand,\\nIt owns no curb, it yields to no control;\\nMighty it is, and of the elements,\\nBrother of winds and lightning, cold and fire,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "DAYBREAK 109\\nSubtle as light, as steadfast and intense;\\nSweet as the music of Apollo s lyre.\\nYou think to rule the ocean s ebb and flow\\nWith that soft woman s hand Nay, love, not so.\\nAnd like the lighthouse on the rock you stand.\\nAnd pierce the distance with your searching eyes;\\nNor do you heed the waves that storm the land\\nAnd endlessly about you fall and rise.\\nBut seek the ships that wander night and day\\nWithin the dim horizon s shadowy ring;\\nAnd some with flashing glance you warn away,\\nAnd some you beckon with sweet welcoming.\\nSo steadfast still you keep your lofty place,\\nSafe from the tumult of the restless tide,\\nFirm as the rock in your resisting grace.\\nAnd strong through humble duty, not through\\npride.\\nWhile I I cast my life before your feet,\\nAnd only live that I may love you, sweet\\nDAYBREAK\\nIn the morning twilight, while the household yet\\nSlumbering securely day and night forget.\\nLightly o er the threshold I pass, and breathless stand\\nIn the dream of beauty that rests on sea and land.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "110 DAYBREAK\\nFresh and calm and dewy, bathed in delicate air,\\nThe happy earth awakens and grows of day aware.\\nSweetly breaks the silence some bird s delicious trill,\\nAnd from the southern distance a breeze begins to\\nthrill.\\nAll the stars have faded, and the low large moon\\nO er the western water will have vanished soon.\\nCrystal-clear and cloudless the awful arch is bright.\\nAs up the conscious heaven streams the growing light.\\nOn the far horizon softly sleeps the haze;\\nO er the ocean spaces steal the rosy rays;\\nWinds and waves are quiet, only far away\\nGainst the rock a breaker tosses sudden spray.\\nOut behind the headland glides the coaster slow.\\nAll her canvas blushing in the ruddy glow;\\nWhere the steadfast lighthouse watches day and night,\\nBeautiful and stately she passes out of sight.\\nDay that risest splendid, with promise so divine.\\nMine is thy perfect gladness, thy loveliness is mine.\\nThou touchest with thy blessing God s creatures great\\nand small;\\nNone shalt thou find more grateful than I among them\\naU.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "SONG 111\\nI turn my face in worship to the glory of the East.\\nI thank the lavish giver of my life s perpetual feast,\\nAnd fain would I be worthy to partake of Nature s\\nAnd share with her a moment so exquisite as this I\\nSONG\\nO Love, Love, Love!\\nWhether it rain or shine,\\nWliether the clouds frown or the sky is clear,\\nWhether the thunder fill the air with fear,\\nWhether the winter rage or peace is here,\\nIf only thou art near.\\nThen are all days divine.\\nO Love, Love, Love I\\nWhere thou art not, the place\\nIs sad to me as death. It would be cold\\nIn heaven without thee, if I might not hold\\nThy hand in mine, if I might not behold\\nThe beauty manifold.\\nThe wonder of thy face.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "112 THE NESTLING SWALLOWS\\nTHE NESTLING SWALLOWS\\nThe summer day was spoiled with fitful storm;\\nAt night the wind died, and the soft rain dropped\\nWith lulling murmur, and the air was warm.\\nAnd all the tumult and the trouble stopped.\\nWe sat within the bright and quiet room,\\nGlowing with light and flowers and friendliness;\\nAnd faces in the radiance seemed to bloom,\\nTouched into beauty as by a caress.\\nAnd one struck music from the ivory keys,\\nBeethoven s music; and the awful chords\\nUpbore us like the waves of mighty seas\\nThat sing aloud, All glory is the Lord s!\\nAnd the great sound awoke beneath the eaves\\nThe nestling swallows; and their twittering cry,\\nWith the light touch of raindrops on the leaves,\\nBroke into the grand surging melody.\\nAcross its deep, tremendous questioning.\\nIts solemn acquiescence, low and clear,\\nThe rippling notes ran sweet, with airy ring\\nSurprised, inquiring, but devoid of fear;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "THE NESTLING SWALLOWS 113\\nLapsing to silence at the music s close,\\nA dreamy clamor, a contented stir.\\nIt made no discord, smiling, as he rose,\\nSaid the great master s great interpreter.\\nNo discord, truly Ever Nature weaves\\nHer sunshine with her shadow, joy with pain:\\nThe asking thunder through high heaven that cleaves\\nIs lost in the low ripple of the rain.\\nAbout the edges of the dread abyss\\nThe innocent blossoms laugh toward the sun;\\nQuestions of life and death, of bale or bliss,\\nA thousand tender touches overrun.\\nWhy should I chronicle so slight a thing?\\nBut such things light up life like wayside flowers,\\nAnd memory, like a bird with folded wing.\\nBroods with still joy o er such delicious hours.\\nDear unf orgotten time Fair summer night\\nThy nestling swallows and thy dropping rain,\\nThe golden music and the faces bright.\\nWill steal with constant sweetness back again.\\nA joy to keep when winter darkness comes;\\nA living sense of beauty to recall;\\nA warm, bright thought, when bitter cold benumbs,\\nTo make me glad and grateful. That is all.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "114 FLOWERS IN OCTOBER\\nVESPER SONG\\nLies the sunset splendor far and wide,\\nOn iho golden tide I\\nDrifting slow toward yonder ovoning rod,\\nWith the faint stars sparkling overhead,\\nroacefully we glide.\\nSwoot is rest: the summer day is done,\\nGone tlio ardent huu.\\nAll is still: no wind of twilight blows;\\nShuts the evening like a crimson rose;\\nNight comos like a nun.\\nLift we loving voices, pure and clear.\\nTo the Father s ear;\\nFragrant as the flowers the thoughts wo raise\\nUp to heaven, while o er the ocean ways\\nDraws the darkness near.\\nFLOWEIIS IN OCTOBER\\nTuE long black ledges are white with gulls,\\nAs if the breakers had left their foam;\\nWith the dying daylight the wild wind lulls,\\nAnd the scattered lishing-boala steer for homo.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "FLOWKllS IN OCTORER 115\\nOn the crag 1 Hit, with tlio oiiHt boforo.\\nThe Huii bcliiml mo in low in tlio sky;\\nWarm is its touch on tho rocky shore;\\nSad th(^ vuHt ocean spaces lio.\\nTho cricket is hoarse in tho faihnl grass\\nTlie h)W hush rusthw so tliin untl sere;\\nSwift ovoi head th(^ small hinls pass,\\nWith cri(^s that are h)nely and swtH^t ami clear.\\nThe last chill aat(irs their pi^tals foM\\nAnd gone is tho morning-glory s hell,\\nI5ut close in a loving hand I h(\u00c2\u00bbhl\\nLong sprays of tlie scailet jtimpernel,\\nAnd thi k at my f\u00c2\u00abiet an^ blossom and leaf,\\nBlossoms rich red as the robes of kings;\\nHardly they re touched by the autumn s grief;\\nDo tlu^y surmise what tho winter brings?\\nI turn my oyivs from th(^ swei^t, sad sky,\\nFrom the foam-white gulls and the sails that\\ngleam,\\nTo muse on tho scattered flowers that lie\\nLost as yc^t in a summer dream.\\ndarlings, nurs(Ml by the salt sea-spray I\\nO shapes of beauty so (juaint and bright!", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "116 WAIT\\nBut for a little the frosts delay,\\nSoon will be ended your brief delight.\\nCould I but succor you, every one.\\nSpread wings of safety twixt harm and you;\\nCall from its southern travel the sun.\\nBanish the snow from the arching blue\\nIt may not be, and the frosts must fall.\\nThe winter must reign in the summer s stead;\\nBut, though you perish beyond recall,\\nEver I love you, alive or dead.\\nWAIT\\nAre the roses fallen, dear my child?\\nHas the winter left us only thorns.\\nSharp and shuddering stalks in tangles wild,\\nSet with cruel teeth and iron horns?\\nWait a little, fret not, and at last\\nBeauty will the barren boughs again\\nTenderly re- clothe, when snows are past.\\nAnd the earth grows glad in sun and rain.\\nNever vex your heart nor tear your hands,\\nSearching mid the thorns for vanished bliss;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "KAREN 117\\nFor the soul that patience understands\\nNeeds no wisdom more divine than this:\\nWait The sweet flowers of the coming spring\\nBeautiful as those you mourn shall be.\\nWait! for happy birds are sure to sing,\\nWhile now roses bloom for you and mo.\\nKAREN\\nAt her low quaint wheel she sits to spin,\\nDeftly drawing the long, light rolls\\nOf carded wool through her lingers thin,\\nBy the fireside at the Isles of Shoals.\\nShe is not pretty, she is not young.\\nPoor homesick Karen, who sits and spins,\\nHumming a song in her native tongue.\\nThat falters and stops, and again begins.\\nWhile her wheel flies fast, with its drowsy hum,\\nAnd she makes a picture of pensive grace\\nAs thoughts of her well-loved Norway come\\nAnd deepen the shadows across her face.\\nHer collar is white as the drifted snow,\\nAnd she spun and wove her blue gown fine", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "118 KAKEN\\nWith those busy hands. See, a flitting glow\\nMakes her pale cheek burn and her dark eyes shine\\nLeft you a lover in that far land,\\nO Karen sad, that you pine so long\\nWould I could unravel and understand\\nThat sorrowful, sweet Norwegian song!\\nWhen the spring wind blew, the America wind,\\nAs your people call it, that bears away\\nTheir youths and maidens a home to find\\nIn this distant country, could you not stay\\nAnd live in that dear Norway still,\\nAnd let the emigrant crowd sail West\\nWithout you 1 Well, you have had your will.\\nWhy would you fly from your sheltering nest?\\nhomesick Karen, listen to me:\\nYou are not young, and you are not fair,\\nBut Waldemar no one else can see.\\nFor he carries your image everywhere.\\nIs he too boyish a lover for you.\\nWith all his soul in his frank blue eyes\\nFeign you unconsciousness Is it true\\nYou know not his heart in your calm hand lies?", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "A MUSSEL SHELL 119\\nHandsome and gentle and good is he;\\nLoves you, Karen, better than life;\\nDo but consider him, can t you see\\nWhat a happy woman would be his wife?\\nYou won t be merry? You can t be glad?\\nStill must you mourn for that home afar?\\nWell, here is an end of a hope I had,\\nAnd I am sorry for Waldemar!\\nA MUSSEL SHELL\\nWhy art thou colored like the evening sky\\nSorrowing for sunset? Lovely dost thou lie,\\nBared by the washing of the eager brine.\\nAt the snow s motionless and wind-carved line.\\nCold stretch the snows, cold throng the waves, the\\nwind\\nStings sharp, an icy fire, a touch unkind,\\nAnd sighs as if with passion of regret,\\nThe while I mark thy tints of violet.\\nbeauty strange! shape of perfect grace.\\nWhereon the lovely waves of color trace\\nThe history of the years that passed thee by,\\nAnd touched thee with the pathos of the sky I", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "120 TRUST\\nThe sea shall crush thee; yea, the ponderous wave\\nUp the loose beach shall grind, and scoop thy grave.\\nThou thought of God What more than thou am I\\nBoth transient as the sad wind s passing sigh.\\nTEUST\\nSee how the wind is hauling point by point to the\\nsouth,\\nBy the boats in the little harbor, that swing to its\\nlightest touch;\\nAnd the coasting craft emerge from the far-ofif river s\\nmouth.\\nAnd on the rocks the breakers relax their impotent\\nclutch.\\nAt last is the tempest ended, the bitter northeast\\nAnd the world will soon be sparkling in clear white\\nfire and dew,\\nAnd the sullen clouds melt swiftly, by the might of\\nwarm wind seized.\\nAnd the heavens shine in splendor, where broadens\\nthe matchless blue.\\nCarol the birds in chorus glitters the snow-white gull,\\nScreaming loud in mid-air, slow-soaring high with\\ndelight;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "TRUST 121\\nAnd the rosebuds loosen their petals, the drenched\\nflowers, sodden and dull,\\nBreak out into stars of purple and gold and crimson\\nand white.\\nWhere wert thou, Spirit of Beauty, while earth lay-\\ncold and dark,\\nAnd the chill wind struck to our hearts, and the\\nsky like an enemy scowled.\\nAnd we crept through the mists desponding, and never\\na glimmering spark\\nShot a ray through the gloom while the storm like\\na demon groveled and growled\\nWhere art thou. Heavenly Father, when thy world\\nseems spoiled with sin.\\nAnd darker far than thy tempest arises the smoke\\nof doubt,\\nThat blackens the sky of the soul 1 for faith is hard\\nto win:\\nTo our finite sight wrong triumphs and noble things\\ndie out,\\nWhile shapes of monstrous evil make fearful thy nights\\nand days.\\nAnd murder stalks unhindered, working its hideous\\nwill.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "122 MODJESKA\\nAnd innocence, gentleness, charity seem to forsake\\nearth s ways,\\nAnd in the hearts of thy creatures are madness and\\nnameless ill.\\nBehind the cloud Thou waitest, hidden, yet very near,\\nInfinite Spirit of Beauty, Infinite Power of Good!\\nAt last Thou wilt scatter the vapors, and all things\\nshall be clear,\\nAnd evil shall vanish away like a mist by the wind\\npursued.\\nMODJESKA\\nDeft hands called Chopin s music from the keys.\\nSilent she sat, her slender figure s poise\\nFlower-like and fine and full of lofty ease;\\nShe heard her Poland s most consummate voice\\nFrom power to pathos falter, sink and change;\\nThe music of her land, the wondrous high,\\nUtmost expression of its genius strange,\\nIncarnate sadness breathed in melody.\\nSilent and thrilled she sat, her lovely face\\nFlushing and paling like a delicate rose\\nShaken by summer winds from its repose\\nSoftly this way and that with tender grace,\\nNow touched by sun, now into shadow turned,\\nWhile bright with kindred fire her deep eyes burned", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "SONG 123\\nSONG\\nSWALLOW, sailing lightly\\nThe crystal deeps of blue,\\nWith flashing wings that brightly\\nGlitter the sunshine through,\\nWhat sayest thou, returning\\nFrom sunny lands and fair,\\nThat summer roses burning\\nShall light the fragrant air\\nThat merry days thou bringest.\\nAnd gone is winter s woe,\\nIs this the song thou singest 1\\nGay prophet, is it so?\\n1 know all beauties follow\\nSwift in thy shining track,\\nBut to my heart, O swallow,\\nCanst thou bring summer backl\\nNo shaft of sunshine glorious\\nShall melt my winter snows,\\nNo kiss of June victorious\\nAwake for me the rose", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "124 LARS\\nLAES\\nTell us a story of these isles, they said,\\nThe daughters of the West, whose eyes had seen\\nFor the first time the circling sea, instead\\nOf the blown prairie s waves of grassy green:\\nTell us of wreck and peril, storm and cold,\\nWild as the wildest. Under summer stars,\\nWith the slow moonrise at our back, I told\\nThe story of the young Norwegian, Lars.\\nThat youth with the black eyebrows sharply drawn\\nIn strong curves, like some sea-bird s wings out-\\nspread\\nO er his dark eyes, is Lars, and this fair dawn\\nOf womanhood, the maiden he will wed.\\nShe loves him for the dangers he has past.\\nHer rosy beauty glowed before his stern\\nAnd vigilant regard, until at last\\nHer sweetness vanquished Lars the taciturn.\\nFor he is ever quiet, strong, and wise;\\nWastes nothing, not a gesture nor a breath;\\nForgets not, gazing in the maiden s eyes,\\nA year ago it was not love, but death,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "LAKS 125\\nThat clasped him, and can hardly learn as yet\\nHow to be merry, haunted by that pain\\nAnd terror, and remembering with regret\\nThe comrade he can never see again.\\nOut from the harbor on that winter day\\nSailed the two men to set their trawl together.\\nDown swept the sudden snow-squall o er the bay.\\nAnd hurled their slight boat onward like a feather.\\nThey tossed they knew not whither, till at last\\nUnder the lighthouse cliff they found a lee,\\nAnd out the road-lines of the trawl they cast\\nTo moor her, if so happy they might be.\\nBut quick the slender road-lines snapt in twain\\nIn the wild breakers, and once more they tossed\\nAdrift; and, watching from his misty pane.\\nThe lighthouse keeper muttered, They are lost!\\nLifted the snow: night fell; swift cleared the sky;\\nThe air grew sharp as death with polar cold;\\nRaged the insensate gale, and flashing high\\nIn starlight keen the hissing billows rolled.\\nDriven before the wind s incessant scourge\\nAll night they fled, one dead ere morning lay.\\nLars saw his strange, drawn countenance emerge\\nIn the fierce sunrise light of that drear day,", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "126 LARS\\nAnd thought, A little space and I shall be\\nEven as he, and, gazing in despair\\nO er the wide, weltering waste, no sign could see\\nOf hope, or help, or comfort, anywhere.\\nTwo hundred miles before the hurricane\\nThe dead and living drove across the sea.\\nThe third day dawned. His dim eyes saw again\\nThe vast green plain, breaking eternally\\nIn ghastly waves. But in the early li^ht,\\nOn the horizon glittering like a star,\\nEast growing, looming tall, with canvas white,\\nSailed his salvation southward from afar\\nDown she bore, rushing o er the hills of brine,\\nStraight for his feeble signal. As she past.\\nOut from the schooner s deck they flung a line,\\nAnd o er his head the open noose was cast.\\nClutching with both his hands the bowline knot\\nCaught at his throat, swift drawn through fire he\\nseemed.\\nWhelmed in the icy sea, and he forgot\\nLife, death, and all things, yet he thought he\\ndreamed\\nA dread voice cried, We ve lost him! and a sting\\nOf anguish pierced his clouded senses through;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "SONG 127\\nA moment more, and like a lifeless thing\\nHe lay among the eager, pitying crew.\\nLong time he swooned, while o er the ocean vast\\nThe dead man tossed alone, they knew not where\\nBut youth and health triumphant were at last.\\nAnd here is Lars, you see, and here the fair\\nYoung snow-and-rose-hloom maiden he will wed.\\nHis face is kindly, though it seems so stern.\\nDeath passed him by, and life begins instead,\\nFor Thora sweet and Lars the taciturn.\\nSONG\\nA RUSHING of wings in the dawn,\\nA flight of birds in the sky\\nThe darkness of night withdrawn,\\nIn an outburst of melody\\nO birds through the heaven that soar\\nWith such tumult of jubilant song!\\nThe shadows are flying before.\\nFor the rapture of life is strong,\\nAnd my spirit leaps to the light\\nOn the wings of its hope new-born.\\nAnd I follow your radiant flight\\nThrough the golden halls of morn!", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "128 TIIORA\\nTHOKA\\nCome under my cloak, ray darling I\\nThou little Norwegian maid!\\nNor wind, nor rain, nor rolling sea\\nShall cliill or make thee afraid.\\nCome close, little blue-oyed maiden,\\nNestle within my arm;\\nThough the lightning leaps and the thunder peals,\\nWo shall be safe from harm.\\nSwift from the dim horizon\\nThe dark sails scud for the land.\\nLook, how the rain-cloud drops its fringe\\nAbout us on either hand I\\nAnd high from our plunging bowsprit\\nDashes the cold white spray,\\nAnd storm and tumult fill the air\\nAnd trouble the summer day.\\nBut thou fearest nothing, darling.\\nThough tlie tempest mutter and brood.\\nThough the wild wind tosses thy bright brown locks,\\nAnd flutters thy grass-green snood.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "TUOKA 129\\nI kisH thy wIho whito forohoad,\\nVVliili^ tli(^ Uiuiulcr rolls so grand;\\nAnd I iiold ilui curve of thy lovely check\\nIn the hollow of my hand;\\nAnd I wiitch the sky and ilu^ ocean,\\nAnd study thy gentle faci^\\nIts liiu^s of Hwoetncss and power,\\nThe type of thy strong Norae race.\\nAnd I wonder what thy life will be.\\nThou dear and charming cliild,\\nWho hast driftetl so far across the world\\nTo a home so lone and wild.\\nRude and rough and sad, perhaps;\\nAnxious, and full of toil;\\nBut I think no sorrow or hardship\\nThine inn(^r [)wice can spoil.\\nFor better than kingly fortunes\\nIs the wealth that thou dost hold\\nA nature i)orfoctly balanced,\\nA beauty of heart untold.\\nTliou wilt ()p(Mi th(^ door of patience.\\nWhen sorrow shall come and knock;\\n15nt to ev(^ry evil, unworthy thing\\nWilt thou the gates fast lock.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "130 THE HAPPY BIEDS\\nSo shall thy days be blessed,\\nWhatever may be thy lot.\\nBut what I am silently pondering\\nThou understandest not,\\nAnd liftest to me thy steadfast eyes,\\nCalm as if Heaven looked through.\\nDo all the maidens in Norway\\nHave eyes so clear and blue\\nSee, darling, where, in the distance,\\nThe cloud breaks up in the sky,\\nAnd lets a ray of sunshine fall\\nWhere our far-off islands lie I\\nWhite they gleam, and the sea grows bright,\\nAnd silver shines the foam.\\nA little space, and our anchor drops\\nIn the haven of Love and Home\\nTHE HAPPY BIEDS\\nAll about the gable tall swift the swallows flit,\\nWheel and call and dart and, fluttering, chatter\\nsweet;\\nAll along the sloping, sunny eaves they perch and sit,\\nBright as lapis-lazuli, glittering in the heat.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THE HAPPY BIRDS 131\\nO spirits of the summer, so dainty, delicate,\\nCreatures born of sunshine and cheer and all de-\\nlight,\\nPray you, but delay a moment, yet a little wait,\\nEre for southern lands again you spread your wings\\nin flight!\\nYet the August sun is hot, yet the days are long,\\nThough the grass is over-ripe and the aster blows;\\nStill the silence echoes to the sparrow s quiet song.\\nStill, though late, in thorny thickets lingers the\\nwild rose.\\nTarry yet a little, for after you have flown\\nLonely all the housetops and still the air will\\ngrow;\\nWhere your cheerful voices rang autumn winds will\\nmoan;\\nPresently we shall be dull with winter s weight of\\nsnow.\\nOh! that we could follow you and cling to Summer s\\nhand.\\nYe happy, happy birds, flying lightly through the\\nsky!\\nReach with you the rapture of some far, sunny land,\\nLeave to Winter s bitterness our glad and gay good-\\nby!", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "132 SLUMBER SONG\\nSLUMBER SONG\\nThou little child, with tender, clinging arms,\\nDrop thy sweet head, my darling, down and rest\\nUpon my shoulder, rest with all thy charms;\\nBe soothed and comforted, be loved and blessed.\\nAgainst thy silken, honey-colored hair\\nI lean a loving cheek, a mute caress;\\nClose, close I gather thee and kiss thy fair\\nWhite eyelids, sleep so softly doth oppress.\\nDear little face, that lies in calm content\\nWithin the gracious hollow that God made\\nIn every human shoulder, where He meant\\nSome tired head for comfort should be laid\\nMost like a heavy-folded rose thou art,\\nIn summer air reposing, warm and still.\\nDream thy sweet dreams upon my quiet heart;\\nI watch thy slumber; naught shall do thee ill.\\nSTARLIGHT\\nThe chill, sad evening wind of winter blows\\nAcross the headland, bleak and bare and high,\\nbustling the thin, dry grass that sparsely grows,\\nAnd shivering whispers like a human sigh.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "STARLIGHT 133\\nThe sky is thick with stars that sparkle keen,\\nAnd great Capella in the clear northeast\\nKolls slowly up the cloudless heaven serene,\\nAnd the stern uproar of the sea has ceased\\nA fleeting moment, and the earth seems dead\\nSo still, so sad, so lonely, and so cold\\nSnow- dust beneath me, and above my head\\nStar-dust in blackness, like thick-sprinkled gold.\\nThe stars of fire, the tiny stars of ice.\\nThe awful whirling worlds in space that wheel.\\nThe dainty crystal s delicate device,\\nOne hand has fashioned both and I, who kneel\\nHere on this winter night, twixt stars and snow,\\nAs transient as a snowflake and as weak,\\nYearning like all my fellow-men to know\\nHis hidden purpose that no voice may speak;\\nIn silent awe I watch his worlds I see\\nMighty Capella s signal, and I know\\nThe steady beam of light that reaches me\\nLeft the great orb full seventy years ago.\\nA human lifetime Eeason strives in vain\\nTo grasp at time and space, and evermore", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "134 STARLIGHT\\nThought, weary grown and baffled, must again\\nRetrace its slow steps to the humble door\\nOf wistful patience, there to watch and wait\\nDevoutly, till at last Death s certain hand.\\nImperious, opens wide the mystic gate\\nBetween us and the future He has planned.\\nYea, Death alone. But shall Death conquer all 1\\nLove fights and pleads in anguish of despair.\\nSooner shall great Capella wavering fall\\nThan any voice respond to his wild prayer.\\nAnd yet, what fire divine makes hope to glow\\nThrough the pale ashes of our earthly fate t\\nImmortal hope, above all joy, below\\nAll depths of pain wherein we strive and wait I\\nDull is our sense; hearing we do not hear,\\nAnd seeing see not; yet we vaguely feel\\nSomewhere is comfort in the darkness drear.\\nAnd, hushing doubts and fears, we learn to kneel.\\nStarlight and silence Dumb are sky and sea\\nSilent as death the awful spaces lie;\\nSpeechless the bitter wind blows over me,\\nSad as the breathing of a human sigh.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "SONG 135\\nSONG\\nHark, how sweet the thrushes sing!\\nHark, how clear the robins call I\\nChorus of the happy spring.\\nSummer s madrigal!\\nFlood the world with joy and cheer,\\nye birds, and pour your song\\nTill the farthest distance hear\\nNotes so glad and strong!\\nStorm the earth with odors sweet,\\nO ye flowers, that blaze in light!\\nCrowd about June s shining feet,\\nAll ye blossoms bright.\\nShout, ye waters, to the sun\\nBack are winter s fetters hurled;\\nSummer s glory is begun;\\nBeauty holds the world!\\nEEMONSTRANCE\\nCome out and hear the birds sing! Oh, wherefore sit\\nyou there\\nAt the western window watching, dreamy-pale and\\nstill and fair,", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "136 REMONSTRANCE\\nWhile the warm summer wind disparts your\\nclustering gold?\\nWhat is it on the dim sea line your eyes would fain\\nbehold?\\nI seek a sail that never looms from out the purple\\nhaze\\nAt rosy dawn, or fading eve, or in the noontide s\\nblaze.\\nA sail Lo, many a column of white canvas far and\\nnear!\\nAll day they glide across the blue, appear and disap-\\npear;\\nSee, how they crowd the offing, flocking from the sul-\\ntry South!\\nWhy stirs a smile more sad than tears the patience of\\nyour mouth\\nThey lean before the freshening breeze, they cross\\nthe ocean floor,\\nBut the ship that brings me tidings of my love comes\\nCome out into the garden where the crimson phloxes\\nburn.\\nAnd every slender lily-stem upbears a lustrous urn;\\nA thousand greetings float to you from bud and bell\\nand star,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "REMONSTRANCE 137\\nTheir sweetness freights the breathing wind; how\\nbeautiful thoy arc\\nTheir brilliant color blinds me; I sicken at their\\nbreath\\nThe whisper of this mournful wind is sad to me as\\ndeath.\\nAnd must you sit so white and cold while all the\\nworld is bright?\\nAll, come with me and see how all is brimming with\\ndelight!\\nOn the beach the emerald breaker murmurs o er the\\ntawny sand;\\nThe white spray from the rock is tossed, by melting\\nrainbows spanned.\\nNay, mock me not! I have no heart for nature s\\nhappiness\\nOne sound alone my soul can fill, one shape my sight\\ncan bless.\\nAnd are your fetters forged so fast, though you were\\nfree and strong.\\nBy the old, mysterious madness, told in story and in\\nsong\\nSince burdened with the human race the world began\\nto roll?\\nCan you not thrust the weight away, so heavy on your\\nsoul?", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "138 MORNING SONG\\nThere is no power in earth or heaven such madness\\nto destroy,\\nAnd I would not part with sorrow that is sweeter far\\nthan joy.\\nOh marvelous content, that from such still despair is\\nborn!\\nNay, I would wrestle with my fate till love were slain\\nwith scorn!\\nO mournful Mariana I would never sit so pale,\\nWatching, with eyes grown dim with dreams, the\\ncoming of a sail\\nPeace, peace! How can you measure a depth you\\nnever knew\\nMy chains to me are dearer than your freedom is to\\nyou.\\nMOENING SONG\\nWe launch our boat upon the sparkling sea,\\nWe dip our rhythmic oars with song and cheer;\\nBefore our dancing prow the shadows flee.\\nBehind us fast the fair coasts disappear.\\nSo fade our childhood s shores. Without regret\\nWe leave the safe, green, happy fields, and try\\nThe vague, uncertain ocean, storm-beset,\\nNor see the tempests that before us lie.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "BEETHOVEN 139\\nFlushed with our hope the unknown future gleams,\\nFreighted with blissful dreams our barque floats on,\\nAnd life a shining path of victory seems,\\nCrowned with a golden peace when day is done.\\nBEETHOVEN\\nIf God speaks anywhere, in any voice.\\nTo us, his creatures, surely here and now\\nWe hear Him, while the great chords seem to bow\\nOur heads, and all the symphony s breathless noise\\nBreaks over us with challenge to our souls\\nBeethoven s music! From the mountain peaks\\nThe strong, divine, compelling thunder rolls,\\nAnd, Come up higher, come the words it speaks,\\nOut of your darkened valleys of despair,\\nBehold, I lift you upon mighty wings\\nInto Hope s living, reconciling air!\\nBreathe, and forget your life s perpetual stings;\\nDream, folded on the breast of Patience sweet.\\nSome pulse of pitying love for you may beat\\nSONG\\nWhat good gift can I bring thee, thou dearest\\nAll joys to thee belong;\\nThy praise from loving lips all day thou hearest,\\nSweeter than any song.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "140 WITH THE TIDE\\nFor thee the sun shines and the earth rejoices\\nIn fragrance, music, light;\\nThe spring-time woos thee with a thousand voices,\\nFor thee her flowers are bright;\\nYouth crowns thee, and love waits upon thy splendor,\\nTrembling beneath thine eyes;\\nThe morning sky is yet serene and tender,\\nThy life before thee lies.\\nWhat shall I bring thee, O thou dearest, fairest!\\nThou boldest in thy hand\\nMy heart as lightly as the rose thou wearest;\\nNor wilt thou understand\\nThou art my sun, my rose, my day, my morrow,\\nMy lady proud and sweet!\\nI bring the treasure of a priceless sorrow,\\nTo lay before thy feet.\\nWITH THE TIDE\\nSwift o er the water my light yacht dances,\\nFlying fast from the wind of the South;\\nBright from her bowsprit the white foam glances,\\nAnd straight we steer for the harbor s mouth.\\nThe coast line dim from the haze emerges,\\nWith tender tints of the spring-time toned;\\nOn silver beaches roll sparkling surges.\\nAnd woods are green on the hills enthroned.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "WITH THE TIDE 141\\nThe sentinel lighthouses watch together,\\nAs the stately river we reach at last;\\nThe robins sing in the blithe May weather,\\nAnd the flood-tide bears us onward fast.\\nFrom bank to bank flows a chorus mellow\\nOf rippling frogs and of singing birds;\\nThe fields are starry with flowers of yellow,\\nAnd green slopes pasture the lowing herds.\\nA lovely perfume blows softly over\\nFrom apple-blossoms on either side.\\nFrom golden willow and budding clover,\\nAnd many a garden of lowly pride.\\nAnd a lazy echo of glad cocks crowing\\nFrom door-yards cosy rings far and near!\\nAnd the city s murmur is slowly growing\\nFrom out the distance distinct and clear.\\nOver the river, so broadly flowing.\\nCottages look from the sheltering trees;\\nAnd out through the orchard, with blossoms snowing,\\nComes a brown-haired maiden from one of these.\\nShe waves her hand as in friendly token.\\nAnd watches my swift boat sailing on;\\nI answer her signal no word is spoken,\\nT is but a moment, and she is gone.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "142 THE SUNRISE NEVER FAILED US YET\\nAnd when, from the far-off town returning,\\nDropping down with the ebbing tide.\\nSeaward we sail, with the sunset burning\\nO er wastes of the ocean, lone and wide,\\nAgain in the orchard her white hand lifted\\nShows like a waft of a sea-bird s wing.\\nWhile the rosy blossoms are o er her drifted,\\nAnd loud with rapture the robins sing.\\nI know her not and shall know her never,\\nBut ever I watch for that friendly sign;\\nAnd up or down with the stately river\\nHer lovely greeting is always mine.\\nAnd her presence lends to the scene a glory,\\nMore beauty to blossom and stream and tree;\\nAnd back o er the wastes of the ocean hoary\\nHer gentle image I take with me.\\nTHE SUNRISE NEVER FAILED US YET\\nUpon the sadness of the sea\\nThe sunset broods regretfully;\\nFrom the far lonely spaces, slow\\nWithdraws the wistful afterglow.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "ENTHRALLED I43\\nSo out of life the splendor dies;\\nSo darken all the happy skies;\\nSo gathers twilight, cold and stern;\\nBut overhead the planets burn;\\nAnd up the east another day\\nShall chase the bitter dark away j\\nWhat though our eyes with tears be wet?\\nThe sunrise never failed us yet.\\nThe blush of dawn may yet restore\\nOur light and hope and joy once more.\\nSad soul, take comfort, nor forget\\nThat sunrise never failed us yet!\\nENTHRALLED\\nLike huge waves, petrified, against the sky,\\nThe solemn hills are heaved; by shadow kissed,\\nOr softly touched by delicate light they lie\\nMelting in sapphire and in amethyst.\\nThe thronging mountains, crowding all the scene,\\nAre like the long swell of an angry sea,\\nTremendous surging tumult that has been\\nSmitten to awful silence suddenly.\\nThe nearer slopes with autumn glory blaze,\\nGarnet and ruby, topaz, amber, gold;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "144 ENTHRALLED\\nUp through the quiet air the thin smoke strays\\nFrom many a lonely homestead, brown and old.\\nThe scattered cattle graze in pastures bare,\\nThe brooks sing unconcerned beside the way,\\nBelated crickets chirp, while still and fair\\nDies into sunset peace the golden day.\\nAnd toward the valley, where the little town\\nBeckons with twinkling lights, that gleam below\\nLike bright and friendly eyes, we loiter down\\nAnd find our shelter and our fireside glow.\\nBut while the gay hours pass with laugh and jest,\\nAnd all is radiant warmth and joy once more,\\nMy captured thought must wander out in quest\\nOf that vast mountain picture, o er and o er;\\nWhere underneath the black and star-sown arch\\nEarth s ancient trouble speaks eternally;\\nAnd I must watch those mighty outlines march\\nIn silence, motionless, with none to see;\\nWhile from the north the night- wind sighing sweeps.\\nAnd, sharp against the crystal sky relieved,\\nThe tumult of forgotten ages sleeps\\nWhere like huge waves the solemn hills are heaved.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "SONG 145\\nSONG\\nRolls the long breaker in splendor, and glances,\\nLeaping in light!\\nSparkling and singing the swift ripple dances,\\nLaughing and bright;\\nUp through the heaven the curlew is flying,\\nSoaring so high!\\nSweetly his wild notes are ringing, and dying,\\nLost in the sky.\\nGlitter the sails to the south-wind careening,\\nWhite-winged and brave;\\nBowing to breeze and to billow, and leaning\\nLow o er the wave.\\nBeautiful wind, with the touch of a lover\\nLeading the hours.\\nHelping the winter-worn world to recover\\nAll its lost flowers.\\nGladly I hear thy warm whisper of rapture,\\nSorrow is o er!\\nEarth all her music and bloom shall recapture,\\nHappy once more.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "146 TRANSITION\\nTEANSITION\\nA CLASH of human tongues within\\nMade the bright room a dreary jail;\\nDull webs of talk the idle spin\\nTurned all its glow and color pale.\\nOutside, the peaceful sunset sky-\\nWas burning, deepening with the night;\\nOne great star, glittering still and high,\\nSent o er the sea its track of light.\\nAnd wearily I spoke, and heard\\nAn empty echo of reply,\\nFretting like some imprisoned bird\\nThat longs to break its cage and fly;\\nWhen suddenly the din seemed stilled,\\nKarer the air so dense before;\\nA mystic rapture warmed and thrilled\\nMy heart, and I was dull no more.\\nJoy stole to me with sweet surmise,\\nWith sense of some unmeasured good;\\nThere was no need to lift my eyes\\nTo know who on the threshold stood,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "TRANSITION 147\\nMore splendid than the brilliant night\\nThat looked in at the window-pane,\\nWelcome as to parched fields the light,\\nRefreshing touch of summer rain\\nShe moved with recognition sweet,\\nShe bowed with courtesy calm and kind,\\nAs graceful as the waving wheat\\nThat bends before the summer wind.\\nSwift sped the step of lagging time.\\nAs if a breeze of morning blew;\\nClear as the ring of Chaucer s rhyme\\nThe vapid, idle talking grew\\nI heard her rich tones sounding through\\nThe many voices like a strain\\nOf lofty music, strong and true,\\nAnd perfect joy was mine again.\\nI did not seek her radiant face,\\nBright as spring light when winter dies,\\nBut warm across the crowded space\\nI felt the gaze of noble eyes;\\nAnd in that glorious look, at last,\\nI seemed like one with sins forgiven,\\nWith all life s pain and sorrow passed.\\nEntering the open gates of heaven", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "148 LEVIATHAN\\nLEVIATHAN\\nBetwixt the bleak rock and the barren shore\\nRolled miles of hoary waves that hissed with frost,\\nAnd from the bitter north with sullen roar\\nSwept the wild wind, and the wild water tossed.\\nIn the cold sky, hard, pitiless, and drear,\\nThe sun dropped down; but ere the world grew\\ngray,\\nA sweet, reluctant rose-tint, sad and clear.\\nStained icy crags and leagues of leaping spray.\\nMidway between the lone rock and the shore\\nA fountain fair sprang skyward suddenly.\\nAnd sudden fell, and yet again once more\\nThe column rose, and sank into the sea.\\nSilent, ethereal, mystic, delicate.\\nMushed with delicious glow of fading rose,\\nIt grew and vanished, like some genie great,\\nSome wild, thin phantom, woven of winter snows.\\nT was the foam-fountain of the mighty whale,\\nRising each time more far and faint and dim.\\nAll his huge strength against the thundering gale\\nHe set; no hurricane could hinder him I", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "TO A VIOLIN 149\\nThere came to me a gladness in the sight,\\nA pleasure in the thought of life so strong,\\nDaring the elements, and making light\\nOf winter s wrathful power of wreck and wrong.\\nI gloried in his triumph o er the vast\\nBlind rage of Nature. All her awful force,\\nThe terror of her tempest full she cast\\nAgainst him, yet he kept his ponderous course.\\nFor her worst fury he nor stayed nor turned.\\nTwas joy to think in such tremendous play,\\nThrough the sea s cruelty, all unconcerned.\\nLeviathan pursued his placid way\\nTO A VIOLIN\\nWhat wondrous power from heaven upon thee\\nwrought\\nWhat prisoned Ariel within thee broods?\\nMarvel of human skill and human thought,\\nLight as a dry leaf in the winter woods!\\nThou mystic thing, all beautiful What mind\\nConceived thee, what intelligence began\\nAnd out of chaos thy rare shape designed,\\nThou delicate and perfect work of man?", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "150 PHILOSOPHY\\nAcross my hands thou liest mute and still;\\nThou wilt not breathe to me thy secret fine;\\nThy matchless tones the eager air shall thrill\\nTo no entreaty or command of mine;\\nBut -comes thy master, lo thou yieldest all\\nPassion and pathos, rapture and despair;\\nTo the soul s need thy searching voice doth call\\nIn language exquisite beyond compare,\\nTill into speech articulate at last\\nThou seem st to break, and thy charmed listener\\nhears\\nThee waking echoes of the vanished past,\\nTouching the source of gladness and of tears;\\nAnd with bowed head he lets the sweet wave roll\\nAcross him, swayed by that weird power of thine,\\nAnd reverence and wonder fill his soul\\nThat man s creation should be so divine.\\nPHILOSOPHY\\nSo soon the end must come.\\nWhy waste in sighs our breath 1\\nSo soon our lips are dumb,\\nSo swift comes death.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "PHILOSOPHY 151\\nSo brief the time to smile,\\nWhy darken wc the air\\nWith frowns and tears, the while\\nWe nurse despair?\\nHold firm the sujBfering will\\nAnd bravely thrust it back;\\nFight with the powers of ill,\\nThe legions black.\\nStand in the sunshine sweet\\nAnd treasure every ray,\\nNor seek with stubborn feet\\nThe darksome way.\\nHave courage Keep good cheer\\nOur longest time is brief.\\nTo those who hold you dear\\nBring no more grief.\\nBut cherish blisses small.\\nGrateful for least delight\\nThat to your lot doth fall,\\nHowever slight.\\nAnd lo all hearts will bring\\nLove, to make glad your days;\\nBlessings untold will spring\\nAbout your ways.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "152 MEDllICK AND OSPREY\\nSo shall life bloom and shino,\\nLifted its ])ain Jihovo,\\nOrownod willi lliis gift, diviiio,\\nThe gift of Lovo.\\nMEDllICK AND OSPKEY\\nMedrick, waving wide wings low over tlio broo/e-\\nripplod biglit;\\nOsjiroy, soaring superl) overhead in the fathomless\\nblue,\\nGraceful and fearless and strong, do you tlirill with\\nthe morning s delight\\nEven as 1 P rings the sunwhine a message of beauty\\nfor you\\nOh the blithe In-eozn of the west, blowing sweet from\\nthe far-away land,\\nBowing the grass heavy-headed, thick crowding, so\\nslender and proud\\nOh the warm sea sparkling over with waves by the\\nswift wind fanned!\\nOil the, \\\\vi(l(^ sky (crystal clear, with bright islands of\\ndelicate cloud!\\nFeel you tlic waking of life in the world locked long\\ntime in tlie frost,\\nJ^eautiful birds, with the liglit Hashing bright from\\nyour banner-like wings?", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "ALONE 153\\nOsprey, soaring on high, in i]w dopths of thi^ .sky half\\nlost,\\nMedrick, hovering low whoro the sandpiper s sweot\\nnote rings 1\\nNothing am 1 to you, a blot, porliajis, on the day;\\nNauglit do I add to your joy, but precious you are\\nin my sight;\\nAnd you seem on your glad wing.s to lift uw up iiilo\\nthe other away,\\nAnd the morning divine is more radiant because of\\nyour glorious flight.\\nALONE\\nTiiK lilies clustered fair and tall;\\nI stood outside the garden wall;\\nI saw her light robe glimmering through\\nThe fragrant evening s dusk and d(;w.\\nShe stooped above the lilies pale;\\nUp the clear east the moon did sail;\\nI saw her Ixuid her lovely head\\nO er her rich roses l)lushing red.\\nHer slender hand the flowers caressed,\\nHer touch the unconscious blossoms blessed;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "154 KEVERIE\\nThe rose against her perfumed palm\\nLeaned its soft cheek in blissful calm.\\nI would have given my soul to be\\nThat rose she touched so tenderly\\nI stood alone, outside the gate,\\nAnd knew that life was desolate.\\nREVERIE\\nThe white reflection of the sloop s great sail\\nSleeps trembling on the tide;\\nIn scarlet trim her crew lean o er the rail,\\nLounging on either side.\\nPale blue and streaked with pearl the waters lie\\nAnd glitter in the heat;\\nThe distance gathers purple bloom where sky\\nAnd glimmering coast-line meet.\\nFrom the cove s curving rim of sandy gray\\nThe ebbing tide has drained,\\nWhere, mournful, in the dusk of yesterday\\nThe curlew s voice complained.\\nHalf lost in hot mirage the sails afar\\nLie dreaming, still and white;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "REVERIE 155\\nNo wave breaks, no wind breathes, the peace to mar;\\nSummer is at its height.\\nHow many thousand summers thus have shone\\nAcross the ocean waste.\\nPassing in swift succession, one by one,\\nBy the fierce winter chased!\\nThe gray rocks blushing soft at dawn and eve,\\nThe green leaves at their feet,\\nThe dreaming sails, the crying birds that grieve,\\nEver themselves repeat.\\nAnd yet how dear and how forever fair\\nIs Nature s friendly face.\\nAnd how forever new and sweet and rare\\nEach old familiar grace!\\nWhat matters it that she will sing and smile\\nWhen we are dead and still\\nLet us be happy in her beauty while\\nOur hearts have power to thrill.\\nLet us rejoice in every moment bright,\\nGrateful that it is ours;\\nBask in her smiles with ever fresh delight,\\nAnd gather all her flowers;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "156 heart s-ease\\nFor presently we part: what will avail\\nHer rosy fires of dawn,\\nHer noontide pomps, to us, who fade and fail,\\nOur hands from hers withdrawn\\nHEAET S-EASE\\nSouthward still the sun is slanting day by day,\\nSkies that brim with gold and azure slowly change;\\nBeauty waxes cold and dim and cannot stay.\\nInto tone and tint steals something ill and strange.\\nThreat of evil finds its way to every ear,\\nLurks in light and shade and sounds in every\\nbreath;\\nFrom the pathless snow-fields comes a warning drear,\\nAnd the shuddering north-wind carries news of\\ndeath.\\nStealthy step of Winter near and nearer draws:\\nLocking earth beneath him, terrible with might,\\nStrides he from the icy zone without a pause.\\nSwift and sure and fierce, with ready hand to smite.\\nDearest, when without the door he threatening stands.\\nHaving rendered desolate the fair green earth.\\nAnd sent her happy birds to sunnier lands.\\nAnd choked with sullen snows her summer mirth,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "heart s-ease 157\\nWe shall sit together, you and I, once more,\\nWarm and quiet, shut away from storm and cold;\\nWe shall smile to hear him blustering at the door,\\nWhile the room glows with the firelight s ruddy\\ngold.\\nHow safe my heart keeps every memory sweet,\\nHolding still your picture, as you used to sit,\\nEver lovely, full of grace from head to feet,\\nWith that heap of snowy wool I watched you\\nknit;\\nWith the lamplight falling on your cloudy hair\\nOn the rich, loose bands of brown, so soft to touch;\\nOn the silken knot of rose you used to wear.\\nOn the thoughtful little face I love so much.\\nYou remember, when aloud I read to you.\\nSometimes silence intervened. You would not\\nmove.\\nBut in your radiant cheek the blushes grew,\\nFor you knew I paused to gaze at you, my love!\\nPaused to realize my heaven, till with kind,\\nClear and questioning gray eyes you sought my face.\\nWhat a look Its kindling glory struck me blind\\nT was a splendor that illumined all the plac^.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "158 AUTUMN\\nWhat to us are Winter s blows and hate and wrath?\\nAnd what matter that the green earth s bloom is\\nfled?\\nThere has been immortal summer in our path\\nAll the happy, happy years since we were wed.\\nAUTUMN\\nRound and round the garden rushed a sudden blast,\\nCrying, Autumn! Autumn! shuddering as it\\nDry poppy- head and larkspur-spike shrill whistled in\\nthe wind.\\nTogether whispering, Autumn! and Winter is be-\\nhind!\\nTossed the sumach pennons, green and gold and red;\\nFlapped the awning scallops loudly overhead;\\nSwung the empty hammocks lightly to and fro;\\nWhile the crickets simmered, chirruping below.\\nKeen the star of evening hung glittering in the sky,\\nRed the west was burning, deepening silently;\\nSummer constellations slow wheeling out of sight,\\nGreat Orion shining clear upon the face of night.\\nSadly sang the ocean, sighing in the dark;\\nFar away the lighthouse lit a sudden spark;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "SONG 159\\nBlack against the sunset sails wore gliding past;\\nEarth and soa and sky wore saying, Autumn s hero\\nat last I\\nSoon will snow be flying, soon will tempests roar,\\nSoon the freezing north will lash us hitter as before\\nI heard the waters whisper, I heard the winds com-\\nplain.\\nBut sweet, reluctant Summer I knew would come\\nagain.\\nSONG\\nLove, art thou weary with the sultry day 1\\nFain would I be the cool and delicate air\\nAbout the whiteness of thy brow to play.\\nAnd softly, lightly stir thy cloudy hair.\\nUpon thy head doth the fierce winter smite,\\nAnd shudderest thou in darkness cold to hoi\\nI would I were the coming of the light.\\nShelter, and radiant warmth to comfort thee.\\nI would be fire and fragrance, light and air,\\nAll gracious things that serve thee at thy need;\\nMusic, to lift thy heart above all care;\\nThe wise and charming book that thou dost read.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "160 SUBMISSION\\nThere is no power that cheers and blesses thee\\nBut I do envy it, beneath the sun!\\nThy health, thy rest, thy refuge I would be\\nThy heaven on earth, thine every good in one.\\nSUBMISSION\\nThe sparrow sits and sings, and sings;\\nSoftly the sunset s lingering light\\nLies rosy over rock and turf,\\nAnd reddens where the restless surf\\nTosses on high its plumes of white.\\nGently and clear the sparrow sings.\\nWhile twilight steals across the sea,\\nAnd still and bright the evening-star\\nTwinkles above the golden bar\\nThat in the west lies quietly.\\nOh, steadfastly the sparrow sings.\\nAnd sweet the sound; and sweet the touch\\nOf wooing winds; and sweet the sight\\nOf happy Nature s deep delight\\nIn her fair spring, desired so much!\\nBut while so clear the sparrow sings\\nA cry of death is in my ear;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "SUBMISSION 161\\nThe crashing of the riven wreck,\\nBreakers that sweep the shuddering deck,\\nAnd sounds of agony and fear.\\nHow is it that the birds can sing 1\\nLife is so full of bitter pain\\nHearts are so wrung with hopeless grief;\\nWoe is so long and joy so brief;\\nNor shall the lost return again.\\nThough rapturously the sparrow sings,\\nNo bliss of Nature can restore\\nThe friends whose hands I clasped so warm,\\nSweet souls that through the night and storm\\nFled from the earth for evermore.\\nYet still the sparrow sits and sings,\\nTill longing, mourning, sorrowing love.\\nGroping to find what hope may be\\nWithin death s awful mystery,\\nEeaches its empty arms above;\\nAnd listening, while the sparrow sings.\\nAnd soft the evening shadows fall.\\nSees, through the crowding tears that blind,\\nA little light, and seems to find\\nAnd clasp God s hand, who wrought it all.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "162 SONG\\nSONG\\nI WORE your roses yesterday:\\nAbout this light robe s folds of white,\\nWherein their gathered sweetness lay,\\nStill clings their perfume of delight.\\nAnd all in vain the warm wind sweeps\\nThese airy folds like vapor fine.\\nAmong them still the odor sleeps,\\nAnd haunts me with a dream divine.\\nSo to my heart your memory clings.\\nSo sweet, so rich, so delicate;\\nEternal summer-time it brings.\\nDefying all the storms of fate\\nA power to turn the darkness bright.\\nTill life with matchless beauty glows;\\nEach moment touched with tender light,\\nAnd every thought of you a rose\\nSPKING AGAIN\\nI STOOD on the height in the stillness\\nAnd the planet s outline scanned.\\nAnd half was drawn with the line of sea\\nAnd half with the far blue land.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "SPRING AGAIN 163\\nWith wings that caught the sunshine\\nIn the crystal deeps of the sky,\\nLike shapes of dreams, the gleaming gulls\\nWent slowly floating by.\\nBelow me the boats in the harbor\\nLay still, with their white sails furled;\\nSighing away into silence,\\nThe breeze died off the world.\\nOn the weather-worn, ancient ledges\\nPeaceful the calm light slept;\\nAnd the chilly shadows, lengthening,\\nSlow to the eastward crept.\\nThe snow still lay in the hollows,\\nAnd where the salt waves met\\nThe iron rock, all ghastly white\\nThe thick ice glimmered yet.\\nBut the smile of the sun was kinder,\\nThe touch of the air was sweet;\\nThe pulse of the cruel ocean seemed\\nLike a human heart to beat.\\nFrost-locked, storm-beaten, and lonely,\\nIn the midst of the wintry main,", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "164 SPRING AGAIN\\nOur bleak rock yet the tidings heard:\\nThere shall be spring again\\nWorth all the waiting and watching,\\nThe woe that the winter wrought,\\nWas the passion of gratitude that shook\\nMy soul at the blissful thought!\\nSoft rain and flowers and sunshine.\\nSweet winds and brooding skies,\\nQuick-flitting birds to fill the air\\nWith clear, delicious cries;\\nAnd the warm sea s mellow murmur\\nResounding day and night;\\nA thousand shapes and tints and tones\\nOf manifold delight,\\nNearer and ever nearer\\nDrawing with every day\\nBut a little longer to wait and watch\\nNeath skies so cold and gray,\\nAnd hushed is the roar of the bitter north\\nBefore the might of the Spring,\\nAnd up the frozen slope of the world\\nClimbs Summer, triumphing.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "SONNET 165\\nSONNET\\nAs happy dwellers by the seaside hear\\nIn every pause the sea s mysterious sound,\\nThe infinite murmur, solemn and profound.\\nIncessant, filling all the atmosphere,\\nEven so I hear you, for you do surround\\nMy newly- waking life, and break for aye\\nAbout the viewless shores, till they resound\\nWith echoes of God s greatness night and day.\\nEefreshed and glad I feel the full flood-tide\\nFill every inlet of my waiting soul;\\nLong-striving, eager hope, beyond control,\\nFor help and strength at last is satisfied\\nAnd you exalt me, like the sounding sea,\\nWith ceaseless whispers of eternity.\\nSONG\\nAbove in her chamber her voice I hear\\nSinging so clear;\\nAmong her flowers I stand and wait,\\nDreaming I lean on the garden gate.\\nIn joy and fear.\\nSoftly the light robes she doth wear\\nSweep down the stair;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "166 FOREBODING\\neager heart, less wildly beat,\\n1 shall behold her, stately, sweet,\\nAll good and fair\\nNearer, her voice! In a moment more\\nThrough the open door\\nCome grace and beauty and all delight\\nThe round world holds to my dazzled sight,\\nThe threshold o er!\\nShe holds me mute with her beaming eyes\\nFull of bright surprise;\\nStill grow the pulses her coming shook.\\nIn the gentle might of her golden look\\nMy heaven lies!\\nFOEEBODIISra\\nCricket, why wilt thou crush me with thy cry\\nHow can such light sound weigh so heavily\\nBehold the grass is sere, the cold dews fall.\\nThe world grows empty yes, I know it all.\\nThe knell of joy I hear.\\nOh, long ago the swallows hence have flown.\\nAnd sadly sings the sea in undertone;\\nThe wild vine crimsons o er the rough gray stone;\\nThe stars of winter rise, the cool winds moan;\\nFast wanes the golden year.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "HOMAGE 167\\nO cricket, cease thy sorrowful refrain\\nThis summer s glory comes not back again,\\nBut others wait with flowers and sun and rain;\\nWhy wakest thou this haunting sense of pain,\\nOf loss, regret, and fear 1\\nClear sounds thy note above the waves low sigh.\\nClear through the breathing wind that wanders by,\\nClear through the rustle of dry grasses tall\\nThou chantest, Joy is dead! I know it all.\\nThe winter s woe is near.\\nHOMAGE\\nNay, comrade, t is a weary path we tread\\nThrough this world s desert spaces, dull and dry,\\nAnd long ago died out youth s morning-red.\\nAnd low the sunset fires before us lie:\\nAnd you are worn, though brave the face you wear.\\nForbear the deprecating gesture, take\\nThe honest admiration that I bear\\nYour genius, and be mute, for friendship s sake.\\nUp to your lips I lift a generous wine.\\nPure, perfumed, potent, living, sparkling bright;\\nA deep cup, brimming with a draught divine\\nDrink, then, and be refreshed with my delight.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "168 DISCONTENT\\nIt gladdens you You know the gift sincere\\nYou dreamed not life yet held a thing so sweet\\nNay, noble friend, your thanks I will not hear,\\nBut I shall cast my roses at your feet,\\nAnd go my way rejoicing that t is I\\nWho recognize, acknowledge, judge you best,\\nProud that a star so steadfast lights the sky.\\nAnd in the power of blessing you most blest.\\nDISCONTENT\\nThere is no day so dark\\nBut through the murk some ray of hope may steal.\\nSome blessed touch from Heaven that we might feel,\\nIf we but chose to mark.\\nWe shut the portals fast,\\nAnd turn the key and let no sunshine in\\nYet to the worst despair that comes through sin\\nGod s light shall reach at last.\\nWe slight our daily joy.\\nMake much of our vexations, thickly set\\nOur path with thorns of discontent, and fret\\nAt our fine gold s alloy.\\nTill bounteous Heaven might frown\\nAt such ingratitude, and, turning, lay", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "DISCONTENT 169\\nOn our impatience burdens that would weigh\\nOur aching shoulders down.\\nWe shed too many tears,\\nAnd sigh too sore, and yiekl us up to woe,\\nAs if God had not planned the way we go\\nAnd counted out our years.\\nCan we not bo content,\\nAnd lift our foreheads from the ignoble du.st\\nOf these complaining lives, and wait with trust,\\nFulfilling Heaven s intent?\\nMust we have wealth and power.\\nFame, beauty, all things ordered to our mind\\nNay, all these things leave happiness behind!\\nAccept the sun and shower.\\nThe humble joys that bless,\\nAppealing to indiflferent hearts and cold\\nWith delicate touch, striving to reach and hold\\nOur hidden consciousness;\\nAnd see how everywhere\\nLove comforts, strengtliens, helps, and saves us all;\\nWhat opi)ortunities of good befall\\nTo make life sweet and fair I", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "170 ALREADY\\nALEEADY\\nAlready the dandelions\\nAre changed into vanishing ghosts;\\nAlready the tall ripe grasses\\nAre standing in serried hosts,\\nBowing with stately gesture\\nWhenever the warm winds blow,\\nLike the spear-heads of an army\\nCharging against the foe.\\nAlready the nestling sparrows\\nAre clothed in a mist of gray,\\nAnd under the breast of the swallow\\nThe warm eggs stir to-day.\\nAlready the cricket is busy\\nWith hints of soberer days,\\nAnd the goldenrod lights slowly\\nIts torch for the autumn blaze.\\nO brief, bright smile of summer!\\ndays divine and dear!\\nThe voices of winter s sorrow\\nAlready we can hear.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "GUESTS 171\\nAnd we know that the frosts will find us,\\nAnd the smiling skies grow rude,\\nWhile we look in the face of Beauty,\\nAnd worship her every mood.\\nGUESTS\\nSunflower tall and hollyhock, that wave in the wind\\ntogether,\\nCornflower, poppy, and marigold, blossoming fair\\nand fine,\\nDelicate sweet- peas, glowing bright in the quiet autumn\\nweather.\\nWhile over the fence, on fire with bloom, climbs\\nthe nasturtium vine\\nQuaint little wilderness of flowers, straggling hither\\nand thither\\nMorning-glories tangled about the larkspur gone to\\nseed,\\nScarlet runners that burst all bounds, and wander,\\nheaven knows whither,\\nAnd lilac spikes of bergamot, as thick as any weed.\\nAnd oh, the bees and the butterflies, the humming-\\nbirds and sparrows.\\nThat -over the garden waver and chirp and flutter\\nthe livelong day", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "172 GUESTS\\nHumming-birds, that dart in the sun like green and\\ngolden arrows,\\nButterflies like loosened flowers blown off by the\\nwind in play.\\nLook at the red nasturtium flower, drooping, bending,\\nand swaying;\\nOut the gold-banded humble-bee breaks and goes\\nbooming anew!\\nHark, what the sweet-voiced fledgeling sparrows low\\nto themselves are saying,\\nPecking my golden oats where the cornflowers\\ngleam so blue!\\nWelcome, a thousand times welcome, ye dear and deli-\\ncate neighbors\\nBird and bee and butterfly, and humming-bird fairy\\nfine!\\nProud am I to offer you a field for your graceful\\nlabors\\nAll the honey and all the seeds are yours in this\\ngarden of mine.\\nI sit on the doorstep and watch you. Beyond lies\\nthe infinite ocean.\\nSparkling, shimmering, whispering, rocking itself to\\nrest;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "MUTATION 173\\nAnd the world is full of perfume and color and beauti-\\nful motion,\\nAnd each new hour of this sweet day the happiest\\nseems and best.\\nMUTATIOJN\\nAbout your window s happy height\\nThe roses wove their airy screen:\\nMore radiant than the blossoms bright\\nLooked your fair face between.\\nThe glowing summer sunshine laid\\nIts touch on field and flower and tree;\\nBut twas your golden smile that made\\nThe warmth that gladdened me.\\nThe summer withered from the land,\\nThe vision from the window passed:\\nBlank Sorrow looked at mo; her hand\\nSought mine and clasped it fast.\\nThe bitter wind blows keen and drear.\\nStinging with winter s flouts and scorns,\\nAnd where the roses breathed I hear\\nThe rattling of the thorns.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "174 FAREWELL\\nFAREWELL\\nThe crimson sunset faded into gray;\\nUpon the murnmrous sea the twilight fell;\\nThe last warm breath of the delicious day\\nPassed with a mute farewell.\\nAbove my head, in the soft purple sky,\\nA wild note sounded like a shrill-voiced bell;\\nThree gulls met, wheeled, and parted with a cry\\nThat seemed to say, Farewell!\\nI watched them: one sailed east, and one soared west.\\nAnd one went floating south; while like a knell\\nThat mournful cry the empty sky possessed,\\nFarewell, farewell, farewell!\\nFarewell! I thought, it is the earth s one speech;\\nAll human voices the sad chorus swell;\\nThough mighty Love to heaven s high gate may reach.\\nYet must he say, Farewell\\nThe rolling world is girdled with the sound.\\nPerpetually breathed from all who dwell\\nUpon its bosom, for no place is found\\nWhere is not heard, Farewell!", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "DOUBT 175\\nFarewell, farewell! from wave to wave tis\\ntossed,\\nFrom wind to wind: earth has one tale to tell;\\nAll other sounds are dulled and drowned and lost\\nIn this one cry, Farewell!\\nDOUBT\\nThe wild rose blooms for the sun of June,\\nThe tide ebbs slowly out;\\nI hear in the dreamy afternoon\\nThe far-off fisher s shout.\\nThe sand lies gray and the sea leaps blue,\\nThe tide ebbs slowly out;\\nO lover mine, who called to you,\\nThat you left me here to doubt\\nThe white gull s wing sweeps the whiter foam,\\nThe tide ebbs slowly out;\\nT is not your white sail, yearning home\\nTo put my fears to rout\\nThe rose may blush and the sun may shine.\\nThe tide ebbs slowly out;\\nThe world is good if you are mine,\\nAshes and dust without", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "176 SUNSET SONG\\nSUNSET SONG\\nFar off against the solemn sky\\nBlack lie the city s towers;\\nBefore me rustles, dim and dry,\\nMy field of golden flowers.\\nHow thin the wind s cool whisper draws\\nThrough withered leaf and stalk!\\nIs this the breeze that once would pause\\nWith blossoms bright to talk\\nDark lies the land in twilight sad,\\nNo bird sings in its bowers;\\nWhere is the glory once that clad\\nMy field of golden flowers\\nThe distant city rings its bells,\\nLike memory s tender chime;\\nsweet, sweet bells, ye speak farewells\\nTo life s enchanted prime!\\nDark lies the land in twilight cold.\\nGone are the sumptuous hours;\\nThe city sleeps, and shadows fold\\nMy field of golden flowers.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "LOVE SHALL SAVE US ALL. 177\\nLOVE SHALL SAVE US ALL\\nO PiLGBiM, comes the night so fast\\nLet not the dark thy heart appall,\\nThough loom the shadows vague and vast,\\nFor Love shall save us all.\\nThere is no hope but this to see\\nThrough tears that gather fast and fall;\\nToo great to perish Love must be.\\nAnd Love shall save us all.\\nHave patience with our loss and pain.\\nOur troubled space of days so small\\nWe shall not reach our arms in vain.\\nFor Love shall save us all.\\nO Pilgrim, but a moment wait,\\nAnd we shall hear our darlings call\\nBeyond death s mute and awful gate,\\nAnd Love shall save us all!\\nTHE CRUISE OF THE MYSTERY\\nThe children wandered up and down,\\nSeeking for driftwood o er the sand;\\nThe elder tugged at granny s gown.\\nAnd pointed with his little hand.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "178 THE CRUISE OF THE MYSTERY\\nLook! look! he cried, at yonder ship\\nThat sails so fast and looms so tall\\nShe turned, and let her basket slip,\\nAnd all her gathered treasure fall.\\nNay, granny, why are you so pale?\\nWhere is the ship we saw but now\\nOh, child, it was no mortal sail\\nIt came and went, I know not how.\\nBut ill winds fill that canvas white\\nThat blow no good to you and me.\\nOh, woe for us who saw the sight\\nThat evil bodes to all who see\\nThey pressed about her, all afraid:\\nOh, tell us, granny, what was she\\nA ship s unhappy ghost, she said,\\nThe awful ship, the Mystery.\\nBut tell us, tell us Quiet be\\nShe said. Sit close and listen well,\\nFor what befell the Mystery\\nIt is a fearful thing to tell\\nShe was a slave-ship long ago.\\nYear after year across the sea", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THE CRUISE OF THE MYSTERY 179\\nShe made a trade of human woo,\\nAnd carried freights of misery.\\nOne voyage, when from the tropic coast\\nLaden with dusky forms she came,\\nA wretched and despairing host,\\nBeneath the fierce sun s breathless flame\\nSprang, like a wild lieast from its lair.\\nThe fury of the hurricane.\\nAnd sent the great ship reeling bare\\nAcross the roaring ocean plain.\\nThen terror seized the piteous crowd:\\nWith many an oath and cruel blow\\nThe captain drove them, shriciking loud.\\nInto the pitch-black hold below.\\nShouting, Make fast the hatchways tight!\\nHe cursed them: Let them live or die,\\nThey 11 trouble us no more to-night!\\nThe crew obeyed him sullenly.\\nHas hell such torment as they knew?\\nLike herded cattle packed they lay,\\nTill morning showed a streak of blue\\nBreaking the sky s thick pall of gray.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "180 THE CRUISE OF THE MYSTERY\\nOff with the hatchways, men! No sound!\\nWhat sound should rise from out a grave 1\\nThe silence shook with dread profound\\nThe heart of every seaman brave.\\nQuick! Drag them up, the captain said,\\nAnd pitch the dead into the sea!\\nThe sea was peopled with the dead,\\nWith wide eyes staring fearfully.\\nFrom weltering wave to wave they tossed.\\nTwo hundred corpses, stiff and stark.\\nAt last were in the distance lost,\\nA banquet for the wandering shark.\\nOh, sweetly the relenting day\\nChanged, till the storm had left no trace,\\nAnd the whole awful ocean lay\\nAs tranquil as an infant s face.\\nAbaft the wind hauled fair and fine,\\nLightly the ship sped on her way\\nHer sharp bows crushed the yielding brine\\nInto a diamond dust of spray.\\nBut up and down the decks her crew\\nShook their rough heads, and eyed askance.\\nWith doubt and hate that ever grew.\\nThe captain s brutal countenance.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "THE CRUISE OF THE MYSTERY 181\\nAs slow he paced with frown as black\\nAs night. At last, with sudden shout,\\nHe turned. Bout ship! We will go back\\nAnd fetch another cargo out\\nThey put the ship about again;\\nHis will was law, they could not choose.\\nThey strove to change her course in vain:\\nDown fell the wind, the sails hung loose.\\nAnd from the far horizon dim\\nAn oily calm crept silently\\nOver the sea from rim to rim;\\nStill as if anchored fast lay she.\\nThe sun set red, the moon shone white,\\nOn idle canvas drooping drear;\\nThrough the vast, solemn hush of night\\nWhat is it that the sailors hear?\\nNow do they sleep and do they dream 1\\nWas that the wind s foreboding moan?\\nFrom stem to stern her every beam\\nQuivered with one unearthly groan!\\nLeaped to his feet then every man,\\nAnd shuddered, clinging to his mate;\\nAnd sunburned cheeks grew pale and wan.\\nBlanched with that thrill of terror great.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "182 THE CRUISE OF THE MYSTERY\\nThe captain waked, and angrily\\nSprang to the deck, and cursing spoke.\\nWhat devil s trick is this? cried he.\\nNo answer the scared silence broke.\\nBut quietly the moonlight clear\\nSent o er the waves its pallid glow:\\nWhat stirred the water far and near,\\nWith stealthy motion swimming slow\\nWith measured strokes those swimmers dread\\nFrom every side came gathering fast;\\nThe sea was peopled with the dead\\nThat to its cruel deeps were cast!\\nAnd coiling, curling, crawling on.\\nThe phantom troop pressed nigh and nigher.\\nAnd every dusky body shone\\nOutlined in phosphorescent fire.\\nThey gained the ship, they climbed the shrouds.\\nThey swarmed from keel to topmast high;\\nNow here, now there, like filmy clouds\\nWithout a sound they flickered by.\\nAnd where the captain stood aghast.\\nWith hollow, mocking eyes they came,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "THE CRUISE OF THE MYSTERY 183\\nAnd bound him fast unto the mast\\nWith ghostly ropes that bit like flame.\\nLike maniacs shrieked the startled crew\\nThey loosed the boats, they leaped within;\\nBefore their oars the water flew;\\nThey pulled as if some race to win.\\nWith spectral light all gleaming bright\\nThe Mystery in the distance lay\\nAway from that accursed sight\\nThey fled until the break of day.\\nAnd they were rescued, but the ship,\\nThe awful ship, the Mystery,\\nHer captain in the dead men s grip,\\nNever to any port came she;\\nBut up and down the roaring seas\\nFor ever and for aye she sails,\\nIn calm or storm, against the breeze,\\nUnshaken by the wildest gales.\\nAnd wheresoe er her form appears\\nCome trouble and disaster sore.\\nAnd she has sailed a hundred years,\\nAnd she will sail for evermore.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "184 SCHUMANN S SONATA IN A MINOR\\nSCHUMANN S SONATA IN A MINOR\\n(mit leidenschaftliciiem ausdruck)\\nThe quiet room, the flowers, the perfumed calm,\\nThe slender crystal vase, where all aflame\\nThe scarlet poppies stand erect and tall.\\nColor that burns as if no frost could tame,\\nThe shaded lamplight glowing over all,\\nThe summer night a dream of warmth and balm.\\nOutbreaks at once the golden melody,\\nWith passionate expression! Ah, from whence\\nComes the enchantment of this potent spell.\\nThis charm that takes us captive, soul and sense?\\nThe sacred power of music, who shall tell,\\nWho find the secret of its mastery 1\\nLo, in the keen vibration of the air\\nPierced by the sweetness of the violin.\\nShaken by thrilling chords and searching notes\\nThat flood the ivory keys, the flowers begin\\nTo tremble; tis as if some spirit floats\\nAnd breathes upon their beauty unaware.\\nThe stately poppies, proud in stillness, stand\\nIn silken splendor of superb attire:", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "BECAUSE OF THEE 185\\nStricken with aiTows of melodious sound,\\nTheir loosened petals fall like Hakes of fire;\\nWith waves of music overwhelmed and drowned,\\nSolemnly drop their flames on either hand.\\nSo the rich moment dies, and what is left?\\nOnly a memory sweet, to shut between\\nSome poem s silent leaves, to find again,\\nPerhaps, when winter blasts are howling keen.\\nAnd summer s loveliness is spoiled and slain.\\nAnd all the world of light and bloom bereft.\\nBut winter cannot rob the music so!\\nNor time nor fate its subtle power destroy\\nTo bring again the summer s dear caress.\\nTo wake the heart to youth s unreasoning joy,\\nSound, color, perfume, love, to warm and bless,\\nAnd au s of balm from Paradise that blow.\\nBECAUSE OF THEE\\nMy life has grown so dear to me\\nBecause of thee\\nMy maiden with the eyes demure.\\nAnd quiet mouth, and forehead pure,\\nJoy makes a summer in my heart\\nBecause thou art!", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "186 FLOWERS FOE THE BE AVE\\nThe very winds melodious be\\nBecause of thee!\\nThe rose is sweeter for thy sake,\\nThe waves in softer music break,\\nOn brighter wings the swallows dart,\\nBecause thou art!\\nMy sky is swept of shadows free\\nBecause of thee!\\nSorrow and care have lost their sting,\\nThe blossoms glow, the linnets sing.\\nAll things in my delight have part,\\nBecause thou art!\\nFLOWERS FOR THE BEAVE\\n(decoration day, 1883)\\nHere bring your purple and gold.\\nGlory of color and scent;\\nScarlet of tulips bold.\\nBuds blue as the firmament.\\nHushed is the sound of the fife\\nAnd the bugle piping clear.\\nThe vivid and delicate life\\nIn the soul of the youthful year", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "EXPOSTULATION 187\\nWe bring to the quiet dead,\\nWith a gentle and tempered grief:\\nO er the mounds so mute we shed\\nThe beauty of blossom and leaf.\\nThe flashing swords that were drawn,\\nNo rust shall their fame destroy\\nBoughs rosy as rifts of dawn,\\nLike the blush on the cheek of joy,\\nRich fires of the gardens and meads\\nWe kindle, these hearts above!\\nWhat splendor can match their deeds?\\nWhat sweetness can match our love?\\nEXPOSTULATION\\nTears in those eyes of blue\\nSparks of fiery dew.\\nScornful lightnings that flash\\nTwixt dusky lash and lash!\\nNever from sorrow grew\\nThat rain in my heaven of blue.\\nFull of disdain are you.\\nScorn for these fetters new.\\nSweet, you were free too long!", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "188 PERSISTENCE\\nLove is a master strong,\\nHard are the words but true,\\nNone may his chain undo.\\nNay Let your heart shine through\\nAnd soften those eyes of blue\\nGlide from your chilly height,\\nBanish your anger bright;\\nFairest, be gentlest, too,\\nFate is too mighty for you!\\nPEESISTENCE\\nSkeleton schooner, looming strange on the far hori-\\nzon s rim,\\nWasted and blurred by the bitter cold, all ghastly and\\npallid and dim.\\nWhither goest thou, stiiBf and stark? What harbor\\nlocked in the frost\\nSteerest thou for, through the freezing spray by the\\nhissing breakers tossed?\\nWherefore strivest thou, fighting still to plough thy\\nperilous way\\nAgainst the might of the fierce northwest so woefully,\\nnight and day", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "PERSISTENCE 189\\nTurn thee and spread thy wings so white, and fly to\\nthe tropic seas,\\nTill the clogging ice that loads thee now dissolves in a\\ntorrid breeze;\\nTill the blazing sun shall melt the tar in every rope\\nand seam;\\nTill thy frozen keel warm tides shall rock in a languid,\\nlovely dream;\\nTill thou liest lapped in perfumes sweet in some palm-\\ngirdled bay,\\nAnchored in peace, to rest at last, for many a golden\\nday.\\nWhat cheer can be in thy dreadful toil, what hope in\\nthe raging deep\\nWhat joy from out their troubled voyage can thy worn\\nseamen reap?\\nLoosen thy close-reefed canvas, then, fling wide thy\\npinions white,\\nLeap the long billows, swiftly sail into the south s\\ndelight!\\nSteadfast she steers to the bitter north along the hori-\\nzon s rim.\\nWasted and blurred by the cruel cold, dull, ghostly,\\nand pallid, and dim;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "100 TOOK LISETTK\\nFor grand aro tlio will {iiid courage of man, and still\\nsho must keep her course,\\nAnd tliough ylio perish still must fight against nature s\\nterrible force.\\nS. E.\\nShe passes up and down life s various ways\\nWith noiseless footfall and with serious air;\\nWithin the circle of her quiet days\\nShe takes of sorrow and of joy lier .sliare.\\nIn her bright home, like some jjire jewel sot,\\nThe lustre of her beauty lives and glows,\\nWith all the fragrance of the violet.\\nAnd all the radiant splendor of the rose.\\nAs Kim[)le and unconscious as a iU)wer,\\nAnd crowned with womanhood s most subtle charm.\\nShe blesses her sweet realm with gentle power.\\nAnd keeps her hearth-fires burning clear and warm.\\nTo know her is to love her. Every year\\nMakes her more precious and more wise and dear.\\nPOOR LISICTTE\\nSadly the quails in the cornland pipe,\\nYellow the harvest is bending ripe,\\nGayly the children each other greet,\\nWandering down through the village street.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "POOIi IJKKTTK 191\\nl^y li(U garddu {^iiici I( ii.iiM pooi* IjiM(il,l,(i.\\nIlcir 1( V(U ili(\\\\y vvliiMjMir, coiikim iiol, y\u00c2\u00abil\\nSIm^ IooUh ufjir to i\\\\w (i(l|.;(i ol (,lin tiky,\\nWli ii\u00c2\u00abi MiKi Hiid iiiiMl.y l\\\\\\\\i\\\\ iii(Hiiil.;iiiiM lio.\\nWluit Hiidddii (U ,li H of liln luid dniiri\\nDown tlio lotij^, dim, windiii}.; viilh^y c.oiiirl\\nOil, l\u00c2\u00bbrin{^ tlicy iicvvh for Mi poor liinol-l-o,\\nliaptuni id l.iMt-, or a lif(/M rnj^^ml,\\nIligll V\\\\U[/^ tll(^ hllfdn iioldM HO HW(i(it,\\nNoardr Mio rliytliiiiic, l,r!i,iii| of f(inl,\\nWhat tumjxiHt riiHli(5H to claHp IjImciM/cs,\\nWitli lipH HO warm n,nd witli (lyoH ho wot I\\nShe i.M H. ifc, ill licr Iov\u00c2\u00ab r H ariiiH iit lust;\\nA dnsiry dni.im is tlin wr(itc,li(\u00c2\u00ab.d piiHt\\nTlio miiHif of joy ill Ikm }^Iiid IkiiiiI, j I. iyH,\\nAnd iiioniing duvviiM in licr radi;uit f.-u^^:\\nVVIiilo chnirly tlwi (piailn in tlio cornland l)ij)0,\\nAnd nihiiit tlio luirvcHt in Ixindinj^ ilx i\\nAnd tlio (\u00e2\u0096\u00a0liildrc.ii nlioiit to tlii*, life, und drum\\nTliat pain in ovor juid jmmkmj \\\\h como.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "192 TO J. G. W.\\nTO J. G. W.\\nON HIS SEVENTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY\\nWhat is there left, I wonder,\\nTo give thee on this glad day?\\nVainly I muse and ponder;\\nWhat is there left to say?\\nThere is winter abroad, and snow.\\nAnd winds that are chill and drear\\nOver the sad earth blow,\\nLike the sighs of the dying year.\\nBut the land thou lovest is warm\\nAt heart with the love of thee,\\nAnd breaks into bloom and charm\\nAnd fragrance, that thou mayest see,\\nViolet, laurel, and rose,\\nThey are laid before thy feet,\\nAnd the red rose deeper glows\\nAt a fate so proud and sweet.\\nGifts and greeting and blessing,\\nHonor and praise, are thine;\\nThere s naught left worth expressing\\nBy any word or sign I", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "IN TUSCANY 193\\nSo, like the rest, I offer\\nThe gift all gifts above\\nThat heaven or earth can proffer,\\nDeep, gentle, grateful love.\\nIN TUSCANY\\nDown San Miniato in the afternoon\\nSlowly we drove through still and golden air.\\nTwas winter, but the day was soft as June;\\nFlorence was spread beneath us, passing fair.\\nThe matchless city Set about with flowers,\\nPeaceful along her Arno s banks she lay;\\nHer treasured splendors, roofs and domes and towers,\\nIn tender light of the Italian day.\\nSweet breathed the roses, glowing far and wide.\\nPink, gold, and crimson; dark in stately gloom\\nStood the thick cypresses on every side\\nThe laurestinus, rich with creamy bloom.\\nAnd exquisite, pale, sharp-leaved olives grew\\nIn moonlight colors, silver-green and gray.\\nWhile, lifting their proud heads high in the blue.\\nSprang the superb stone-pines beside the way.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "194 IN TUSCANY\\nOh, wonderful, I thought, beyond compare\\nAnd hushed with pleasure silent sat and gazed,\\nWhen lo! a child s voice, and I grew aware\\nOf loveliness that left me all amazed.\\nA little beggar girl, that leaping came\\nForth from the roadside, reaching out her hand,\\nAnd dancing like a bright and buoyant flame,\\nBesought us in the music of her land.\\nHer eyes were like a midnight full of stars\\nBelow the dazzling beauty of her brows.\\nHer dusky hair dark as the cloud that bars\\nThe moon in troubled skies when tempests rouse;\\nA mouth where lightning-sweet the sudden smile\\nCame, went and came, and flashed into my face.\\nAnd caught my heart, as, holding fast the while\\nThe carriage edge, she ran with rapid grace.\\nWho could withstand her pleading, who resist\\nThe magic of those love-compelling eyes.\\nThose lips the red pomegranate flowers had kissed,\\nThe voice that charmed like woven melodies\\nNot we Surely, I thought, imperial blood.\\nSome priceless current from a kingly line,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "GOOD-BY, SWEET DAY 195\\nRan royal in her veins, a sunny flood\\nThat marked her with its fine, mysterious sign.\\nShe was not born to ask, but to command;\\nShe seemed to crown the wonder of the day,\\nThe perfect blossom of that glorious land,\\nWhile her sweet Grazie followed on our way,\\nAs down mid olive, cypress, stately pine.\\nAmong the roses in a dream we passed.\\nThrough glamour of the time and place divine.\\nTill Arno s quiet banks were reached at last.\\nAnd pleasant rest. T is years since those fair hours.\\nBut their rich memories live, their sun and shade,\\nBeautiful Florence set about with flowers.\\nAnd San Miniato s peerless beggar maid.\\nGOOD-BY, SWEET DAY\\nFOR MUSIC\\nGooD-BY, sweet day, good-by\\nI have so loved thee, but I cannot hold thee.\\nDeparting like a dream, the shadows fold thee;\\nSlowly thy perfect beauty fades away\\nGood-by, sweet day", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "196 IN AUTUMN\\nGood- by, sweet day, good- by\\nDear were thy golden hours of tranquil splendor,\\nSadly thou yieldest to the evening tender\\nWho wert so fair from thy first morning ray;\\nGood-by, sweet day\\nGood- by, sweet day, good-by\\nThy glow and charm, thy smiles and tones and glances,\\nVanish at last, and solemn night advances;\\nAh, couldst thou yet a little longer stay\\nGood-by, sweet day\\nGood-by, sweet day, good-by\\nAll thy rich gifts my grateful heart remembers.\\nThe while I watch thy sunset s smouldering embers\\nDie in the west beneath the twilight gray.\\nGood-by, sweet day!\\nIN AUTUMN\\nThe aster by the brook is dead,\\nAnd quenched the goldenrod s brief fire;\\nThe maple s last red leaf is shed.\\nAnd dumb the birds sweet choir.\\nTis life s November, too. How swift\\nThe narrowing days speed, one by one!", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "WEST- WIND 197\\nHow pale the waning sunbeams sift\\nThrough clouds of gray and dun\\nAnd as we lose our wistful hold\\nOn warmth and loveliness and youth,\\nAnd shudder at the dark and cold,\\nOur souls cry out for Truth.\\nKo more mirage, O Heavenly Powers,\\nTo mock our sight with shows so fair\\nWe question of the solemn hours\\nThat lead us swiftly Where\\nWe hunger for our lost in vain\\nWe lift our close-clasped hands above,\\nAnd pray God s pity on our pain,\\nAnd trust the Eternal Love.\\nWEST-WIND\\nThe barley bows from the west\\nBefore the delicate breeze\\nThat many a sail caressed\\nAs it swept the sapphire seas.\\nIt has found the garden sweet.\\nAnd the poppy s cup it sways;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "198 WEST-WIND\\nBends the golden ears of wheat;\\nAnd its dreamy touch it lays\\nOn the heavy mignonette,\\nStealing soft its odors fine,\\nOn the pansies dewy yet,\\nOn the phloxes red as wine.\\nWhere the honeysuckle sweet\\nStorms the sunny porch with flowers,\\nLike a tempest of delight\\nShaking fragrance down in showers,\\nIt touches with airy grace\\nEach clustering, perfumed spray,\\nClasps all in a light embrace.\\nAnd silently wanders away.\\nCome forth in the air divine.\\nThou dearest, my crown of bliss!\\nGive that flower-sweet cheek of thine\\nTo the morning breeze to kiss.\\nAdd but thy perfect presence\\nTo gladden my happy eyes,\\nAnd I would not change earth s morning\\nFor the dawns of Paradise", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "IMPATIENCE 199\\nIMPATIENCE\\nE. L.\\nOnly to follow you, dearest, only to find you!\\nOnly to feel for one instant the touch of your hand;\\nOnly to tell you once of the love you left behind\\nyou,\\nTo say the world without you is like a desert of\\nsand;\\nThat the flowers have lost their perfume, the rose its\\nsplendor,\\nAnd the charm of nature is lost in a dull eclipse;\\nThat joy went out with the glance of your eyes so\\ntender.\\nAnd beauty passed with the lovely smile on your\\nlips.\\nI did not dream it was you who kindled the morning\\nAnd folded the evening purple in peace so sweet;\\nBut you took the whole world s rapture without a\\nwarning,\\nAnd left me naught save the print of your patient\\nfeet.\\nI count the days and the hours that hold us asunder:\\nI long for Death s friendly hand which shall rend in\\ntwain.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "200 IN THE LANE\\nWith the glorious lightning flash and the golden thun-\\nder,\\nThese clouds of the earth, and give me my own\\nagain\\nIN THE LANE\\nBy cottage walls the lilacs blow;\\nRich spikes of perfume stand and sway\\nAt open casements, where all day\\nThe warm wind waves them to and fro.\\nOut of the shadow of the door,\\nInto the golden morning air.\\nComes one who makes the day more fair\\nAnd summer sweeter than before.\\nThe apple blossoms might have shed\\nUpon her cheek the bloom so rare;\\nThe sun has kissed her bright brown hair\\nBraided about her graceful head.\\nLightly betwixt the lilacs tall\\nShe passes, through the garden gate,\\nAcross the road, and stays to wait\\nA moment by the orchard wall;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "IN THE LANE 201\\nAnd then in gracious light and shade,\\nBeneath the blossom-laden trees,\\nMid song of birds and hum of bees,\\nShe strays, unconscious, unafraid,\\nTill swiftly o er the grassy space\\nComes one whose step she fain would stay.\\nGlad as the newly risen day\\nHe stoops to read her drooping face.\\nHer face is like the morning skies.\\nBright, timid, tender, blushing sweet;\\nShe dares not trust her own to meet\\nThe steady splendor of his eyes.\\nHe holds her with resistless charm.\\nWith truth, with power, with beauty crowned;\\nAbout her lovely shape is wound\\nThe strong, safe girdle of his arm.\\nAnd up and down through shade and light\\nThey wander through the flying hours.\\nAnd all the way is strewn with flowers,\\nAnd life looks like one long delight.\\nAh, happy twain No frost shall harm,\\nNo change shall reach your bliss, so long\\nAs keeps its place the faithful, strong.\\nSafe girdle of that folding arm.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "202 HER MIRROR\\nCould you this simple secret know\\nNo death in life would be to fear,\\nWhen you may watch, in some sad year,\\nBy cottage walls the lilacs blow\\nHER MIEKOR\\nMIRROR, whence her lovely face\\nWas wont to look with radiance sweet,\\nHast thou not kept of her some trace,\\nSome memory that thou mayest repeat?\\nCould I but find in thee once more\\nSome token of her presence dear!\\nmirror, wilt thou not restore\\nHer shadow for an instant here?\\nThou couldst not yield a boon so great.\\nI see my own dim face and eyes\\nWith love and longing desolate,\\nAll drowned in wistful memories.\\nBlindly for her dear hand I grope\\nThere s nothing life can have in store\\nSo sweet to me as this sweet hope.\\nTo feel her smile on me once more!", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "FDR CHRISTMAS 203\\nFOR CHRISTMAS\\nThy own wish wish I thee in every place.\\nThe Christmas joy, the song, the feast, the cheer,\\nThine be the light of love in every face\\nThat looks on thee, to bless thy coming year.\\nThy own wish wish I thee. What dost thou crave 1\\nAll thy dear hopes be thine, whate er they be.\\nA wish fulfilled may make thee king or slave;\\nI wish thee Wisdom s eyes wherewith to see.\\nBehold, she stands and waits, the youthful year!\\nA breeze of morning breathes about her brows;\\nShe holds thy storm and sunshine, bliss and fear,\\nBlossom and fruit upon the bending boughs.\\nShe brings thee gifts. What blessing wilt thou\\nchoose\\nLife s crown of good in earth or heaven above,\\nThe one immortal joy thou canst not lose.\\nIs Love! Leave all the rest, and choose thou\\nLove!", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "204 AT SET OF MOON\\nAT SET OF MOON\\nThe wind blows from the stormy quarter and the\\nmoon is old.\\nTrouble has gathered in the sky so pallid, dim, and\\ncold.\\nCan this be morning? Is the world so blank and out\\nof tune 1\\nDown yonder dim horizon something fades beside the\\nmoon.\\nWhat is it? Tis the ghost of joy that made the\\nearth so sweet;\\nLife s one supreme, bright happiness, that hastes with\\nflying feet.\\nThe fading \u00c2\u00bbmoon will brighten soon, in splendor shine\\nagain.\\nBut joy that was the life of life is merged in bitter\\npain.\\nLast night I passed her window: she dreamed not I\\nwas near.\\nOne ray slipped through the jealous curtain, rosy- warm\\nand clear;\\nI kissed the flowers on which it fell, all dewy cold\\nwere they.\\nWith patient anguish in my heart I turned and stole\\naway.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "MY GARDEN 205\\nShe will not miss me, will not know if I am here or\\nthere\\nIf I am dead, or if I live, will neither know nor care.\\nDeath is not bitter as my grief, which craves one sin-\\ngle boon,\\nRelease me, God let my life fade like yonder waning\\nmoon.\\nMY GARDEN\\nIt blossomed by the summer sea,\\nA tiny space of tangled bloom\\nWherein so many flowers found room,\\nA miracle it seemed to be I\\nUp from the ground, alert and bright,\\nThe pansies laughed in gold and jet,\\nPurple and pied, and mignonette\\nBreathed like a spirit of delight.\\nFlaming the rich nasturtiums ran\\nAlong the fence, and marigolds\\nOpened afresh their starry folds\\nIn beauty as the day began;\\nWhile ranks of scarlet poppies gay\\nWaved when the soft south- wind did blow,", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "206 MY GARDEN\\nSuperb in sunshine, to and fro,\\nLike soldiers proud in brave array.\\nAnd tall blue larkspur waved its spikes\\nAgainst the sea s deep violet,\\nThat every breeze makes deeper yet\\nWith splendid azure where it strikes;\\nAnd rosy-pale sweet-peas climbed up,\\nAnd phloxes spread their colors fine,\\nPink, white, and purple, red as wine.\\nAnd fire burned in the eschscholtzia s cup.\\nMore dear to me than words can tell\\nWas every cup and spray and leaf;\\nToo perfect for a life so brief\\nSeemed every star and bud and bell.\\nAnd many a maiden, fairer yet.\\nCame smiling to my garden gay,\\nWhose graceful head I decked alway\\nWith pansy and with mignonette.\\nSuch slender shapes of girlhood young\\nHaunted that little blooming space,\\nEach with a more delightful face\\nThan any flower that ever sprung", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "MY GARDEN 207\\nshadowy shapes of youthful bloom\\nHow fair the sweet procession glides\\nDown memory s swift and silent tides,\\nTill lost in doubtful mists of gloom\\nYear after year new flowers unfold,\\nYear after year fresh maidens fair,\\nScenting their perfume on the air,\\nFollow and find their red and gold.\\nAnd while for them the poppies blaze\\nI gather, brightening into mine\\nThe eyes of vanished beauty shine,\\nThat gladdened long-lost summer days.\\nWhere are they all who wide have ranged?\\nWhere are the flowers of other years?\\nWhat ear the wistful question hears?\\nAh, some are dead and all are changed.\\nAnd still the constant earth renews\\nHer treasured splendor; still unfold\\nPetals of purple and of gold\\nBeneath the sunshine and the dews.\\nBut for her human children dear\\nWhom she has folded to her breast,\\nNo beauty wakes them from their rest,\\nNor change they with the changing year.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "208 LOST AND SAVED\\nLOST AND SAVED\\n0 Love, he whispered low, Eternal Love!\\nAnd softly twilight s shadows round them drew,\\nAnd one by one the stars grew bright above,\\nAnd warm airs from the gates of sunset blew.\\nSwift o er the summer sea they lightly sailed;\\nThe rushing winds, the rushing waves, sang sweet;\\nBut sweeter than all sounds the voice that failed,\\nShaken by the full heart that strongly beat.\\nFast piled the clouds in darkness south and east,\\nEach other s starry eyes they only saw.\\nWhat was the world to them The breeze increased,\\nAnd caught the glimmering sail with gusty flaw.\\nLow stooped the mast; the firm hand at the helm\\nHeld bravely yet the light craft to its course,\\nThough hurrying breakers fain would overwhelm.\\nAnd the gale gathered with resistless force.\\nBlack night, black storm, that rose in sudden wrath\\nAll lost the cheerful stars forgot to burn.\\nAnd death was waiting silent in the path,\\nAlong whose wavering way was no return.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "A ROSE OF JOY 209\\nOr life or death what niatt(;ro(l it to thorn?\\nLocked nmto and still within each other s arms,\\nThey sought no more the temj)est s rage to stem,\\nDeaf to the tumult of the night s alarms.\\nBeyond their fate uplifted, death was naught,\\nNor could they know, borne safe all pain above,\\nInto immortal life together caught,\\nThat only thus should live Eternal Love\\nA ROSE OF JOY\\nFOR A BETROTHAL\\nAs when one wears a fragrant rose\\nClose to the heart, a rose most fair,\\nAnd while the day s life onward Hows\\nForgets that it is fastened there.\\nAnd wonders what delicious charm\\nDwells in the air about, and wluuice\\nCome the rich wafts of perfume warm\\nSubtly saluting soul and sense;\\nAnd then, remembering what it is,\\nBends smiling eyes the flower above,\\nAdores its beauty and its bliss\\nAnd looks on it with grateful love", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "210 IN SEPTEMBER\\nEven so I wear, friend of mine,\\nThe sweet thought of your happiness;\\nThe knowledge of your joy divine\\nIs fragrant with a power to bless.\\nWith the day s work preoccupied\\nVaguely, half conscious of delight.\\nUpborne as on a buoyant tide,\\nI wonder why life seems so bright.\\nThen memory speaks; then winter gray\\nAnd age and cares that have no end\\nTouch me no more. I am to-day\\nEich in the wealth that cheers my friend.\\nm SEPTEMBER\\nLeaping from the boat, through the lazy, sparkling\\nsurf.\\nUp the slope we press, o er the rich, elastic turf.\\nHeavy waves the goldenrod in the morning breeze,\\nSwift spring the startled grasshoppers, thick about our\\nLook, how shines the distance! Leagues of water\\nblue,\\nWind-swept, sunshine-flooded, with a flying sail or\\ntwo,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "IN SEPTEMBER 211\\nGleaming white as silver, and dreaming, here and\\nthere,\\nA snowy-breasted gull floats in the golden air.\\nHow sweet to climb together the scented, flowery\\nslope,\\ndearest, hand in hand, like children following hope;\\nLaughing at the grasshoppers, singing with delight,\\nOnly to be alive this September morning bright!\\nBut where would be the beauty of this brilliant atmos-\\nphere\\nWert thou away, my darling? Would not the sky be\\ndrear.\\nAnd gray the living azure of the changing, sparkling\\nsea?\\nAnd blossoms, birds, and sails, and clouds what\\nwould they be to me\\nBest we here a little upon the breezy height,\\nAnd watch the play of color, the shadow, and the\\nlight,\\nAnd let the lovely moment overflow us with its bliss.\\nWhen shall we find, another so beautiful as this?\\n1 turn from all the splendor to those clear eyes of\\nthine,\\nThat watch the shimmering sails on the far horizon\\nline;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "212 UNDEPv THE EAVES\\nWhile Sim and wind salute thy chook till rosea hloa-\\nsom there,\\nThou golden creature, than the morn a thousand times\\nmore fair!\\nAh! must it end? Must winter hurl its snow across\\nthe sea,\\nAnd roar with leagues of bitterness between thy face\\nand me?\\nMust chill December fill with murk and storm this\\nwooing air,\\nAnd the west-wind wail like the voice of some su-\\npreme despair?\\nToo surely But, O friendly eyes, hold summer safe\\nfor me;\\nOnly, O gentle heart, keep warm and sw(i(^t my mem-\\nory;\\nAnd no fury of the tempest my world can desolate\\nThis wingbd joy will lift my soul above the storms of\\nfate.\\nUNDER THE EAVES\\nPleasant above the city s din\\nMy quiet room beneath the eaves;\\nThe first to see the day begin,\\nThe last the sunshine lingering leaves.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "UNDER THE EyVVKS 213\\nPleasant upon the window pane\\nUplifted high, so near the sky,\\nTo hoar tho patter of tlio rain.\\nOr see the snow go swirling l)y;\\nTo watcli the gildcul weathereocka\\nIn every eddy turn and wheel;\\nTo hoar the clear, melodious shocks\\nOf chiming bolls that clang and peal.\\n])()ve-liaunted roofs and towers and spires,\\nThe friendly faces of the clocks,\\nThe network of electric wires.\\nThe sparrows gossiping in Hocks,\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0The smoke s dim, ragged phantoms soft\\nFrom myriad chimneys lightly curled,\\nThat mingle with the clouds aloft\\nSlow sailing with the sailing world\\nPleasant and peaceful all. Moat sweet\\nWhen morning and when evening lires,\\nSilent above the busy street,\\nTouch the dove-haunted roofs and spires.\\nNeighbored by sparrow and by dove,\\nA coinradci of the weathercocks.\\nMy quiet, airy jx^rch I love.\\nThe chimney-stacks, the city clocks;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "214 NOVEMBER MORNING\\nAnd thank the heavens that bend above\\nFor leave to find such deep delight\\nIn tower and spire and fluttering dove,\\nColor and cloud and sparrow s flight.\\nNOVEMBER MORNING\\nWith clamor the wild southwester\\nThrough the wide heaven is roaring,\\nPloughing the ocean, and over\\nThe earth its fury outpouring.\\nLo, how the vast gray spaces\\nWrestle and roll and thunder,\\nBillow piled upon billow,\\nClosing and tearing asunder,\\nAs if the deep raged with the anger\\nOf hosts of the fabulous kraken\\nAnd the firm house shudders and trembles,\\nBeaten, buffeted, shaken.\\nBattles the gull with the tempest.\\nStruggling and wavering and faltering.\\nSoaring and striving and sinking.\\nTurning, its high course altering.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "NOVEMBER MORNING 215\\nDown through the cloudy heaven\\nNotes from the wild geese are falling;\\nCries like harsh bell-tones are ringing,\\nEchoing, clanging, and calling.\\nPlunges the schooner landward,\\nSwiftly the long seas crossing.\\nClose-reefed, seeking the harhor.\\nHalf lost in the spray she is tossing.\\nA rift in the roof of vapor!\\nAnd stormy sunshine is streaming\\nTo color the gray, wild water\\nLike chrysoprase, green and gleaming.\\nCold and tempestuous ocean,\\nRagged rock, brine-swept and lonely.\\nGrasp of the long, bitter winter\\nThese things to gladden me only\\nLove, dost thou wait for me in some rich land\\nWhere the gold orange hangs in odorous calm?\\nWhere the clear waters kiss the flowery strand.\\nBordered with shining sand and groves of palm?\\nAnd while this bitter morning breaks for me,\\nDraws to its close thy warm, delicious day;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "216 NOVEMBER MORNING\\nLights, colors, perfumes, music, joy, for thee,\\nFor me the cold, wild sea, the cloudy gray I\\nKises the red moon in thy tranquil sky.\\nPlashes the fountain with its silver talk,\\nAnd as the evening wind begins to sigh.\\nThy sweet girl s shape steals down the garden walk.\\nAnd through the scented dusk a white robe gleams.\\nLingering beneath the starry jasmine sprays,\\nTill where thy clustered roses breathe in dreams,\\nA sudden gush of song thy light step stays.\\nThat was the nightingale Love of mine,\\nHear st thou my voice in that pathetic song.\\nThrobbing in passionate cadences divine.\\nSinking to silence with its rapture strong?\\nI stretch my arms to thee through all the cold.\\nThrough all the dark, across the weary space\\nBetween us, and thy slender form I fold.\\nAnd gaze into the wonder of thy face.\\nPure brow the moonbeam touches, tender eyes\\nSplendid with feeling, delicate smiling mouth,\\nAnd heavy silken hair that darkly lies\\nSoft as the twilight clouds in thy sweet South,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "IN death s despite 217\\nbeautiful my Love In vain I seek\\nTo hold the heavenly dream that fades from me.\\n1 needs must wake with salt spray on my cheek,\\nFlung from the fury of this northern sea.\\nIN DEATH S DESPITE\\nWhither departs the perfume of the rose?\\nInto what life dies music s golden sound?\\nYear after year life s long procession goes\\nTo hide itself beneath the senseless ground.\\nUpon the grave s inexorable brink\\nAmazed with loss the human creature stands;\\nVainly he strives to reason or to think,\\nLeft with his aching heart and empty hands;\\nHe calls his lost in vain. In sorrow drowned.\\nDarkness and silence all his sense confound.\\nTill in Death s roll-call stern he hears his name.\\nIn turn he follows and is lost to sight;\\nThough comforted by love and crowned by fame,\\nHe hears the summons dread no man may slight.\\nSweetly and clear upon his quiet grave\\nThe birds shall sing, unmindful of his dust;\\nSoftly in turn the long green grass shall wave\\nOver his fallen head. In turn he must\\nSubmit to be forgotten, like the rest.\\nThough high the heart that beat within his breast.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "218 A SONG OF HOPE\\nThe rose falls and the music s sound is gone;\\nDear voices cease, and clasp of loving hands;\\nAlone we stand when the brief day is done,\\nSearching with saddened eyes earth s darkening\\nlands.\\nWorthless as is the lightest fallen leaf\\nWe seem, yet constant as the night s first star\\nKindles our deathless hope, and from our grief\\nIs born the trust no misery can mar.\\nThat Love shall lift us all despair above,\\nShall conquer death, yea. Love, and only Love I\\nA SONG OF HOPE\\nThe morning breaks, the storm is past. Behold!\\nAlong the west the lift grows bright, the sea\\nLeaps sparkling blue to catch the sunshine s gold,\\nAnd swift before the breeze the vapors flee.\\nLight cloud-flocks white that troop in joyful haste\\nUp and across the pure and tender sky;\\nLight laughing waves that dimple all the waste\\nAnd break upon the rocks and hurry by\\nFlying of sails, of clouds, a tumult sweet,\\nWet, tossing buoys, a warm wild wind that blows", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "OUR SOLDIERS 219\\nThe pennon out and rushes on to greet\\nThy lovely cheek and heighten its soft rose\\nBeloved, beloved Is there no morning breeze\\nTo clear our sky and chase our mists away,\\nLike this great air that sweeps the freshening seas.\\nAnd wakes the old sad world to glad new day\\nSweeter than morning, stronger than the gale.\\nDeeper than ocean, warmer than the sun,\\nMy love shall climb, shall claim thee, shall prevail\\nAgainst eternal darkness, dearest one!\\nOUK SOLDIERS\\nPeace smiles over hamlet and city.\\nPeace broods over mountain and stream,\\nOur tears of anguish and pity\\nAre a half- forgotten dream.\\nThe tempest of battle is ended.\\nAnd our dear, delivered land\\nStands free in the sunshine splendid,\\nNo stain upon her hand.\\nWhat shall we do to honor\\nHer dauntless sons to-day,\\nWho shed such glory upon her,\\nStriking her chains away?", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "220 TWO\\nFair floats the banner o er her,\\nWhat did not her children give\\nThey cast their lives before her,\\nDying that she might live.\\nRemember them, praise them, love them,\\nThe noble hearts and brave!\\nMay earth lie lightly above them\\nIn many a nameless grave.\\nGreat was their high endeavor.\\nGreat is their glorious meed;\\nHonor our heroes forever,\\nPraise them with word and deed!\\nTWO\\nShe turned the letter s rustling page; her smile\\nMade bright the air about her while she read:\\nI come to you to-morrow, love meanwhile\\nLove me, my sweet, he said.\\nWhat other business has my life? she thought,\\nAnd musing passed, as in some happy dream.\\nTo the day s care and toils, and while she wrought\\nTime winged with light did seem.\\nTo-morrow When the summer morning broke\\nIn rose and gold, and touched her slumbering eyes", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "TWO 221\\nSoftly, with tempered splendor, and she woke\\nTo the rich dawn s surprise.\\nBirds sang aloft and roses bloomed below;\\nFlushed wide the tender fleecy mists above\\nCame Memory, leading Hope, and whispered low,\\nLove me! I come, my love.\\nSo that thou comest, she thought, skies may grow\\ngray.\\nThe sun may fade, the sea with foam blanch white,\\nTempest and thunder dread may spoil the day,\\nBut not my deep delight.\\nO sweet and awful Love power supreme.\\nMighty and sacred, terrible art thou!\\nBeside thee Life and Death are but a dream;\\nBefore thee all must bow.\\nWhen in the west the sunset s crimson flame\\nBurned low and wasted, and the cool winds blew.\\nWatching the steadfast sky she heard her name\\nBreathed in the voice she knew.\\nJoy shook her heart, nor would its pulse be stilled;\\nHer fair cheek borrowed swift the sunset s bloom.\\nA presence beautiful and stately filled\\nThe silence of the room.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "222 COMPENSATION\\nHast thou no word of welcome? for indeed\\nLike some mute marble goddess proud stood she;\\nShe turned. 0 king of men! she cried, what\\nneed\\nThat I should welcome thee\\nHer eyes divine beneath her solemn brows\\nMet his clear gaze and measured strength for\\nstrength.\\nShe drooped, as to the sun the lily bows,\\nInto his arms at length.\\nWide swung heaven s gates for them; no more they\\nknew.\\nThe silent stars looked in, they saw them not.\\nThe slow winds wandered soft through dusk and dew,\\nBut earth was all forgot.\\nCOMPENSATION\\nIn that new world toward which our feet are set,\\nShall we find aught to make our hearts forget\\nEarth s homely joys and her bright hours of bliss?\\nHas heaven a spell divine enough for this\\nFor who the pleasure of the spring shall tell.\\nWhen on the leafless stalk the brown buds swell.\\nWhen the grass brightens and the days grow long,\\nAnd little birds break out in rippling song", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "COMPENSATION 223\\nOh sweet the dropping eve, the bkish of morn,\\nThe starlit sky, the rustling fields of corn.\\nThe soft airs blowing from the freshening seas,\\nThe sun-flecked shadow of the stately trees.\\nThe mellow thunder and the lulling rain,\\nThe warm, delicious, happy summer rain.\\nWhen the grass brightens and the days grow long,\\nAnd little birds break out in rippling song!\\nO beauty manifold, from morn till night.\\nDawn s flush, noon s blaze, and sunset s tender light!\\nO fair, familiar features, changes sweet\\nOf her revolving seasons, storm and sleet\\nAnd golden calm, as slow she wheels through space\\nFrom snow to roses, and how dear her face\\nWhen the grass brightens and the days grow long.\\nAnd little birds break out in rippling song!\\nO happy Earth home so well beloved\\nWhat recompense have wo, from thee removed?\\nOne hope we have that overtops the whole,\\nThe hope of finding every vanished soul\\nWe love and long for daily, and for this\\nGladly we turn from thee and all thy bliss.\\nEven at thy loveliest, when the days are long,\\nAnd little birds break out in rippling song.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "224 JOY\\nSONNET\\nBack from life s coasts the ebbing tide had drawn,\\nThe singing tide that brimmed with joy the shore:\\nThe torch of sunset and the blush of dawn\\nSeemed to have lost their glow forevermore,\\nThere was such silence in the empty sky!\\nAnd Nature mocked me, grown so cold and dumb,\\nAnd Faith, I thought, had perished utterly,\\nNor knew I whence a ray of hope should come\\nWhen, like a royal messenger of good\\nSent to some sad and famine-stricken land,\\nAcross my threshold dark you passed, and stood.\\nBearing the keys of heaven in your hand;\\nAnd wide the bright, resounding gates you threw\\nTell me, friend, what I shall do for you\\nJOY\\nJoy breathes in the sweet airs of spring,\\nAnd in the shy wild blossom hides.\\nAnd soars upon the swallow s wing.\\nAnd with the singing water glides.\\nWhere lilies stand, a fragrant crowd.\\nRocked by the warm south wind he lies;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "BELOVED 225\\nAnd dreams upon the balmy cloud\\nSoft floating in the tender skies;\\nShines clear from out the crescent sharp,\\nGlittering above the sunset s red,\\nAnd of the west wind makes a harp,\\nAnd gleams in starlight overhead.\\nJoy mantles in the golden wine,\\nJoy to earth s humblest doth descend,\\nAnd looks at me with cheer divine\\nFrom out the dear eyes of my friend.\\nBELOVED\\nA STRONG sweet tide toward the lonely shore\\nSets steadfastly, till every inlet sings.\\nAnd to the waiting silence, blank before.\\nIts full refreshment brings.\\nThrough the day s business passing to and fro,\\nEver she grows more conscious of the charm\\nUpholding her wherever she may go,\\nLike some enfolding arm.\\nFor this dear joy all days more fair do seem.\\nThe night s repose more blissful and more deep,", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "226 THE ANSWER\\nAs pillowed on the breast of this sweet dream\\nSoftly she falls asleep.\\nSafe is she, lifted all earth s ills above;\\nNo storm can break her calm, no evil reach\\nWithin the charmed circle drawn by Love,\\nBlest beyond thought or speech.\\nmaiden, dream thy dream! Life s crown of thorns,\\nDraws it not down, unseen, about thy brows\\nThe glory of thy summer eves and morns\\nStern winter shall espouse.\\nWithin this Eden of thy sweet content\\nNo mortal stays, that, the great gods forbid;\\nBut canst thou learn that in thy banishment\\nA higher good lies hid\\nTHE ANSWER\\nThe blossoms blush on the bough.\\nAnd the air is full of song,\\nOh give me my answer now,\\nDear Love, I have waited long!\\nThe blossoms mantle and flush,\\nI see but the rose in your cheek,", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "SONG 227\\nAnd the birds their music hush,\\nFor the fate your lips may speak.\\nI listen for life or death,\\nWith hope s deep rapture stirred,\\nAnd faint as the blossoms breath\\nComes your low, delicious word.\\nAnd the earth reels under my feet,\\nO blossoms that burn on the bough I\\nWith the strength of a joy so sweet,\\nFor I have my answer now!\\nSONG\\nPast the point and by the beach.\\nOh but the waves ran merrily.\\nWith laughter light and silver speech.\\nAnd red the sunset flushed the sea.\\nTwo lovers wandered side by side,\\nOh but the waves ran merrily;\\nThey watched the rushing of the tide,\\nAnd fairer than a dream was she.\\nAbout her slender waist was cast\\nOh but the waves ran merrily", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "228 AUGUST\\nHis strong right arm that held her fast,\\nA zone that clasped her royally.\\nHe gazed in her bewildering face,\\nOh but the waves ran merrily\\nSee how the waves each other chase!\\nSo follow all my thoughts to thee.\\nAnd seest thou yonder star? she said,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOh but the waves ran merrily,\\nSuperb in yonder evening-red\\nSo dost thou light my life for me\\nTwas long ago that star did shine,\\nOh but the waves ran merrily;\\nLove made for them the world divine\\nIn that old time beside the sea.\\nThe soft wind sighs, the great sea rolls,\\nOh but the waves run merrily;\\nWhat has Time done with those two souls\\nAnd Love, who charmed them, where is he\\nAUGUST\\nButtercup nodded and said good-by,\\nClover and daisy went off together.\\nBut the fragrant water-lilies lie\\nYet moored in the golden August weather.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "SONG 229\\nTho swallows chatter about thoir flight,\\nThe cricket cliirpa like a rare good follow,\\nThe asters twinkle in clusters bright.\\nWhile the corn grows rip\u00c2\u00a9 and the apples mellow.\\nSONG-\\nA BIRD upon a rosy bough\\nSang low and long, sang late and loud,\\nUntil the young moon s silver prow\\nWas lost behind a bar of cloud.\\nThe south wind paused and hold its breath\\nSing loud and late, sing low and long\\nWhile sweet as Love and sad as Death\\nThe matchless notes rose wild and strong.\\nThey rang with rapture, loss and change,\\nSing low and late, sing long and loud\\nA tumult passionate and strange,\\nA speechless grief, a patience proud;\\nTill with farewell for evermore,\\nSing late and loud, sing low and long,\\nLike waves that kiss a barren shore\\nIn sobbing cadence died the song.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "230 OH TELL ME NOT OF HEAVENLY HALLS\\nOH TELL ME NOT OF HEAVENLY HALLS\\nOh tell me not of heavenly halls,\\nOf streets of pearl and gates of gold,\\nWhere angel unto angel calls\\nMid splendors of the sky untold;\\nMy homesick heart would backward turn\\nTo find this dear, familiar earth.\\nTo watch its sacred hearth-fires burn,\\nTo catch its songs of joy or mirth.\\nI d lean from out the heavenly choir\\nTo hear once more the red cock crow,\\nWhat time the morning s rosy fire\\nO er hill and field began to glow.\\nTo hear the ripple of the rain,\\nThe summer waves at ocean s brim.\\nTo hear the sparrow sing again\\nI d quit the wide-eyed cherubim!\\nI care not what heaven s glories are;\\nContent am I. More joy it brings\\nTo watch the dandelion s star\\nThan mystic Saturn s golden rings.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "MIDSUMMER 231\\nAnd yet and yet, dearest one\\nMy comfort from life s earliest breath\\nTo follow thee where thou art gone\\nThrough those dim, awful gates of Death,\\nTo find thee, feel thy smile again,\\nTo have eternity s long day\\nTo tell my grateful love, why, then.\\nBoth heaven and earth might pass away\\nMIDSUMMEE\\nWhite as a blossom is the kerchief quaint\\nOver her sumptuous shoulders lightly laid;\\nFairer than any picture men could paint.\\nIn the cool orchard s fragrant light and shade\\nShe stands and waits: some pensive dream enfolds\\nHer beauty sweet, and bows her radiant head;\\nThe delicate pale roses that she holds\\nSeem to have borrowed of her cheek their red.\\nShe waits like some superb but drooping flower\\nTo feel the touch of morning and the sun,\\nAnd o er her head the glowing petals shower,\\nAnd to her feet the shifting sunbeams run.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "232 NEW YEAR SONG\\nI follow to her feet their pathway fine,\\nAnd while my voice the charmed silence breaks,\\nWhat startled splendors from her deep eyes shine\\nInto what glory my rich flower awakes!\\nNEW YEAE SONG\\nSorrow, go thy way and leave me\\nWeary am I of thee, thou Sorrow old.\\nUnclasp thy hand from mine and cease to grieve me,\\nFade like the winter sunset dim and cold.\\nDepart, and trouble me no longer\\nDie Vanish with forgotten yesterdays.\\nEastward the darkness melts, the light grows stronger,\\nAnd dawn breaks sweet across the shrouding haze.\\nDie and depart. Old Year, old Sorrow\\nWelcome, O morning air of health and strength\\nglad New Year, bring us new hope to-morrow,\\nWith blossom, leaf, and fruitage bright at length.\\nCAPTURED\\nNanette\\nCan you not teach me to forget?\\nIt is so hard to understand\\nYou would not lift your slender hand", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "CAPTURED 233\\nTo keep me yours, yet must I be\\nYours only, yours eternally.\\nThough neath the chain I strive and fret,\\nNanette\\nThat golden hour when first wc mot,\\nLike the swift inundating sea\\nLove s tide swept in and conquered me.\\nLove uttered Love s supremest word,\\nA moment you were touched and stirred;\\nAh, that s the anguish of regret,\\nNanette\\nMy every thought on you was set;\\nI poured for you Love s priceless wine,\\nYou could no more its power divine\\nThan one small blossom s cup of gold\\nThe boundless firmament could hold:\\nMy eyes with scornful tears are wet,\\nNanette\\nThis withered spray of mignonette\\nYou gave me, from my heart I take,\\nThis sick, sad heart you taught to ache,\\nAnd fling it in the restless sea\\nI would my thought of you could be\\nSo flung away from me; and yet,\\nNanette\\nI cannot break the cruel net,\\nThough I may curse my fate and swear\\nYou are not kind, nor good, nor fair.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "234 FAITH\\nYou 11 hold me by one silken tress,\\nOr eyelid s down-dropped loveliness,\\nA touch of hand, or tone of voice,\\nOr smile that all my will destroys\\nAh Heaven the only boon I crave\\nIs rest, the silence of the grave.\\nEelease me Teach me to forget,\\nNanette\\nFAITH\\nFain would I hold my lamp of life aloft\\nLike yonder tower built high above the reef;\\nSteadfast, though tempests rave or winds blow soft,\\nClear, though the sky dissolve in tears of grief.\\nFor darkness passes, storms shall not abide:\\nA little patience and the fog is past.\\nAfter the sorrow of the ebbing tide\\nThe singing flood returns in joy at last.\\nThe night is long and pain weighs heavily.\\nBut God will hold his world above despair.\\nLook to the East, where up the lucid sky\\nThe morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair!", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "AT DAWN 235\\nAT DAWN\\nEarly this morning waking,\\nI heard the sandpipers call,\\nAnd the sea on the shore was breaking\\nWith a dreamy rise and fall.\\nThe dawn that was softly blushing\\nTouched cloud and wave with rose,\\nAnd the sails in the west were flushing,\\nNo breeze stirred their repose.\\nWhat tone in the water s falling\\nHad reached me while I dreamed\\nWhat sound in the wild birds calling\\nLike a heavenly greeting seemed\\nWhat meant the delicate splendor\\nThat brightened the conscious morn\\nWith a radiance fresh and tender\\nCrowning the day newborn\\nAll nature s musical voices\\nWhispered, Awake and see!\\nAwake, for the day rejoices\\nWhat news had the morn for me", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "280 IN A HORSE-CAR\\nThen I romcmberod the blessing\\nSo swoot, O friend, so near I\\nThe joy beyond all expressing,\\nTo-day you would be here.\\nIN A HOKSl^CAR\\nI WONDERED wliut pOWCF pOSSCSRcd tho plaCO\\nAs I took my seat in the motley crowd,\\nAnd glancing swiftly from face to face\\nOf the poor and mean, and the rich and proud,\\nAnd all the stages betwixt the two\\nThat daily travel the iron track,\\nI stopped at a young face frcsli as dow,\\nI ramod in white with a hood of black.\\nT was a little Sister of Charity\\nOh young and slender, oh sweet and calm I\\nLike a pensive moonbeam ])alo was she.\\nWith her fair hands folded palm to palm.\\nAnd a delicate beauty of higli r( j)()s(^,\\nA sacred peace, as if far wiilidrawn\\nFrom the hard world s din, like a cloistered rose,\\nShe blossomed pure as the breath of dawn.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "IN A HOKSK-CAlt 287\\nI marvolod iimch how a girl liko tliia\\nIII lier Miiytiino 8[)londor could turn away\\nFrom iho brimming cup of her youth s bright bliss,\\nTo succor tho sorrowful day by day.\\nAnd y(3t when I looked at hor onco more,\\nWith her lofty aspect of tempered cheer,\\nAll the joys oi the eartli soomod vain and poor\\nTo the lovely record written here.\\nAnd 1 felt how true it is, how sure\\nThat every good deed adds a light\\nTo the human face, not there before,\\nWhile every ill thing leaves its blight.\\nIt does not follow that women and men\\nMust live in a cloister to work for God;\\nThere s enough to do, to the dullest ken.\\nIn the groat world s paths spread wide abroad.\\nAnd th(^ good or ill of the life we lead\\nIs sculptured clear on the countenance;\\n15e it love and goodness, or sin and greed,\\nWho runs may read at a single glance.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "238 A VALENTINE\\nA VALENTINE\\nWhat is the whole world worth, Dear,\\nWeighed against love and truth\\nSweet is the spring to the earth, Dear,\\nBright is the blossom of youth:\\nAnd the skies of summer are tender\\nIn fullness of life and strength,\\nAnd rich is the autumn splendor,\\nBut winter comes at length.\\nTell me, what spell shall charm us\\nWhen the golden days expire\\nWhat is there left to warm us\\nSave Love s most sacred lire\\nWhile on the soul s high altar\\nIts clear light burns secure,\\nThough the step of joy may falter,\\nAnd the glad years are no more,\\nThe frosts of ago are naught, Dear!\\nI clasp thy hand in mine\\nFondly as when youth sought, Deai^\\nTo be thy Valentine.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "WITHIN AND WITHOUT 239\\nWITHIN AND WITHOUT\\nThe tide flows up, the tide flows down:\\nThe water brims the creek and falls\\nA cottage weather-stained and brown\\nLifts at the brink its time-worn walls.\\nBeneath the lowly window sill\\nTwo little beds of blossoms gay\\nThe wandering airs with fragrance fill,\\nSweeten the night and charm the day.\\nThe tide flows up, the tide flows down:\\nFrom the low window s humble square\\nA woman in a faded gown,\\nWith care-dimmed eyes and tangled hair,\\nLooks out across the smiling space\\nWhere golden suns and stars unfold:\\nBlue larkspur, the pied pansy s face,\\nNasturtium bells of scarlet bold,\\nShe sees them not, nor cares, nor knows.\\nA man s rough figure noon and night\\nAnd morning o er the threshold goes,\\nNo sense has he for their delight.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "240 BETROTHED\\nThe tide flows up, the tide flows down:\\nIn that dull house a little maid\\nLives lonely, under Fortune s frown,\\nA life unchildlike and afraid.\\nTo her that tiny garden-plot\\nMeans heaven. She comes at eve to stand\\nMid mallow and forget-me-not\\nAnd marigolds on either hand.\\nThey look at her with brilliant eyes,\\nTheir scent is greeting and caress;\\nThey spread their rich and glowing dyes\\nHer saddened soul to cheer and bless.\\nThe tide flows up, the tide flows down:\\nWithin, how base the life and poor!\\nWithout, what wealth and beauty crown\\nThe humble flowers beside the door\\nBETEOTHED\\nSoftly the flickering firelight comes and goes;\\nThe warm glow flashes, sinks, departs, returns,\\nAnd shows me where the delicate red rose\\nIn the tall, slender vase of crystal burns.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "BETROTHED 241\\nThe tempest beats without. The hush within\\nIs sweeter for the turmoil of the night;\\nIce clatters at the pane and snowflakes spin\\nA web of woven storm, a shroud of white.\\nIts secret the wild winter weather keeps,\\nNo sound transpires except the tempest s breath;\\nLocked in the frost the muffled pathway sleeps,\\nFor any human token still as death.\\nMy eyes the room s familiar aspect hold,\\nIts quiet beauty and its sumptuous gloom,\\nIts glimmering draperies of dull rich gold,\\nThe gleam upon the burnished peacock s plume.\\nMy rose, my book, my work, I see them all.\\nWith my whole soul surrendered to one sense.\\nMy life within my ears, for one footfall\\nListening with patience breathless and intense.\\nTis my heart hears, at last, the silent door\\nSwing on its hinges, there s no need the fire\\nShould show me whose step thrills the conscious floor,\\nAs suddenly the wayward flame leaps higher.\\nThou comest, bringing all good things that are\\nInfinite joy, and peace with white wings furled.\\nAll heaven is here and thou the morning-star.\\nThou splendor of my life Thou Day o the world", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "QUESTIONS\\nQUESTIONS\\nThe steadfast planet spins through space,\\nAnd into darkness, into light\\nSwiftly it wheels its living face:\\nTis day, we say, or It is night.\\nAnd we who cling and with it turn,\\nTill spent is our brief span of years,\\nWatching our sister stars that burn\\nThrough the dim trouble of our tears,\\nWe question of the silence vast.\\nOf souls that people distant spheres;\\nWhat of their future and their past?\\nHave they our sorrows, joys, and fears?\\nDo the same flowers make glad their sight?\\nThe same birds sing On their great seas\\nDo ships like ours, with canvas white.\\nMove stately, answering to the breeze?\\nHave they their Christ, their Christmas Day?\\nKjiow they Mahomet? Buddha? One,\\nOr all or none 1 And do they pray\\nAnd have they wrought as we have done?", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0262.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "QUESTIONS 243\\nWe cannot guess; tis hard indeed,\\nOur own orb s tale of its dim past\\nThrough centuries untold to read,\\nAnd who its future shall forecast?\\nWe only know it keeps its place,\\nAn atom in the universe,\\nAs through the awful realms of space\\nThe mighty hosts of stars disperse.\\nWe know the hand that holds in check\\nThe whirling worlds, each in its course,\\nAnd saves the universe from wreck\\nAnd peril, this tremendous Force\\nHolds likewise all our little lives;\\nThe suns and stars do all obey\\nHis bidding, never planet strives\\nTo swerve from its appointed way.\\nThe dangerous boon alone to us\\nIs given, to choose twixt ill and well.\\nRebellion or obedience, thus\\nTo build our heaven, or dig our hell.\\nBut one great thought our strength upholds:\\nNothing shall perish! Though his rod\\nSmites sore, his mercy still enfolds\\nHis own; God s souls are safe with God.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0263.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "244 TYRE AND SIDON\\nTYEE AND SIDON\\nBe thou ashamed, Sidon, saith the sea!\\nThe loud voice of the world is in thine ears,\\nThe world thy service hath and ruleth thee,\\nThou givest unto vanity thy years.\\nHearken, O Tyre! For God stretched forth his hand\\nOver the sea and He the kingdoms shook,\\nThe broad earth quaked at breath of his command.\\nFrom thy proud head the gleaming croAvn He took.\\nIs this the joyous city wont to boast\\nAntiquity of ancient days? Behold\\nHer feet shall carry her afar, her ghost\\nShall mourn in desolation and in cold.\\nBecause the promise of Eternal life\\nAnd endless glory and unchanging good\\nWas naught to her, and she chose sin and strife.\\nVain mocking shows, and empty husks for food;\\nBecause so eagerly she served the world\\nChoosing the base and temporal things it gave,\\nDown from her throne her haughtiness is hurled.\\nAnd all her pride is leveled to a grave.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0264.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "HJELMA 245\\nHJELMA\\nStands Hjelma at her lady s chair,\\nServing with ready hands,\\nAbout her head her shining hair\\nBraided in golden strands.\\nA rose blooms in her maiden cheek,\\nAnd on her mouth s repose\\nA sweet content she cannot speak\\nIs lovelier than the rose.\\nWhat is that shrill and sudden cry.\\nMy little maiden? Say!\\nThe wild wind shakes the windows high.\\nAnd tears the sea to spray;\\nOh see you not the black, black sky.\\nMy mistress dear cries she.\\nThe squall comes down, the waves run high;\\nOh hear you not the sea?\\nOh glad am I the boats are in.\\nAnd little Nils and Lars\\nAre safe, before the waves begin\\nTo leap across the stars", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0265.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "246 HJELMA\\nAnd up and down and here and there\\nShe goes with willing feet,\\nSo busy, with that gentle air\\nOf still contentment sweet!\\nAt the far reef, since morning light,\\nAll day her brothers twain\\nAbout the wreck of yesternight\\nHave worked with might and main.\\nShe knows not when the cruel gale\\nMade wild the waning day.\\nIt seized upon their shivering sail\\nAnd flung their skiff away.\\nShe knows not they are driven, lost,\\nOver the roaring brine.\\nToward the dim, billow-beaten coast,\\nWhile heaven will make no sign,\\nBut scatters down its freezing snow\\nTo hide the fading light,\\nAnd drives its hurricane below\\nTo fright the shuddering night.\\nShe hums her sweet Norwegian songs,\\nShe lights the lamps, and smiles;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0266.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "MY HOLLYHOCK 247\\nThe breakers rush in raging throngs\\nAcross the lonely miles.\\nAnd where is handsome Lars, so tall?\\nAnd where is Nils, so dear?\\nUpon her soul no shadows fall,\\nNor any hint of fear.\\nAnd who shall speak to break the spell?\\nAnd who will deal the blow 1\\nThe brothers twain she loved so well,\\nTheir fate must Hjelma know!\\nLoud thunders on the savage storm,\\nWith deep, defiant roar;\\nUnconscious in her shelter warm\\nShe hears it lash the shore.\\nAnd brightly shines her braided hair,\\nAnd on her mouth s repose\\nIs sweet content, untouched by care,\\nAnd on her cheek the rose.\\nMY HOLLYHOCK\\nAh me, my scarlet hollyhock,\\nWhose stately head the breezes rock,\\nHow sad, that in one night of frost", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0267.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "248 MY HOLLYHOCK\\nThy radiant beauty shall be lost,\\nAnd all thy glory overthrown\\nEre half thy ruby buds have blown!\\nAll day across my window low\\nThy flowery stalk sways to and fro\\nAgainst a background of blue sea.\\nOn the south wind, to visit thee,\\nCome airy shapes in sumptuous dyes,\\nEich golden, black-edged butterflies.\\nAnd humming-birds in emerald coats,\\nWith flecks of fire upon their throats,\\nThat in the sunshine whir and glance,\\nAnd probe the flowers with slender lance;\\nAnd many a drunken, drowsy bee,\\nSinging his song hilariously.\\nAbout the garden fluttering yet,\\nIn amber plumage freaked with jet.\\nThe goldfinches charm all the air\\nWith sweet, sad crying everywhere.\\nTo the dry sunflower stalks they cling,\\nAnd on the ripened disks they swing;\\nWith delicate delight they feed\\nOn the rich store of milky seed.\\nAutumn goes loitering through the land,\\nA torch of fire within her hand.\\nSoft sleeps the bloomy haze that broods\\nO er distant hills and mellowing woods;", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0268.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "MY HOLLYHOCK 249\\nRustle the cornfields far and near,\\nAnd nuts are ripe, and pastures sere,\\nAnd lovely odors haunt the breeze,\\nBorne o er the sea and through the trees.\\nBelated beauty, lingering still\\nSo near the edge of winter s chill,\\nThe deadly daggers of the cold\\nApproach thee, and the year grows old.\\nIs it because I love thee so\\nThou waitest, waving to and fro\\nThy flowery spike, to gladden me.\\nAgainst the background of blue sea?\\nI wonder hast thou not some sense,\\nSome measure of intelligence\\nEesponding to my joy in thee?\\nAlmost I dream that it may be.\\nSuch subtleties are Nature s, hid\\nHer most well-trodden paths amid;\\nSuch sympathies along her nerves;\\nSuch sweetness in her fine reserves.\\nHowe er it be, I thank the powers\\nThat gave me such enchanted hours\\nThis late October, watching thee\\nWave thy bright flowers against the sea.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0269.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "250 BENEDICTION\\nBENEDICTION\\nOh heaven bless you, heaven keep you, sweet\\nIt was God s hand that dropped the healing balm\\nUpon her head, and clothed in prayerful calm\\nHer soul as saints are robed from head to feet.\\nGone is the beautiful beloved voice\\nThat spake that blessing in the vanished years;\\nYet in her grateful memory still she hears\\nThe tender tones that made her heart rejoice.\\nAnd ever will, while memory keeps her seat;\\nAnd though she dwelt among the nameless dead,\\nHer dust would thrill beneath the voice that said,\\nMay heaven bless you, heaven keep you, sweet!\\nSONNET\\nIf I do speak your praise, forgive me, Sweet!\\nSince love demands expression, let me say\\nHow joyfully my heart goes out to greet\\nYour grace and charm with every changing day:\\nHow sweet your morning kiss, how dear your smile,\\nAnd tender touch, and voice that s low and clear.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0270.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "ON THE TRAIN 251\\nAnd with what deep content I yield the while\\nYou draw me to you, near and yet more near,\\nAnd show me what pure depths within you lie,\\nThe powers of good, the gentle steadfastness.\\nThe quiet wisdom and the purpose high,\\nSo strong to love, to lift, to cheer and bless\\nWhile like a robe of loveliness you wear\\nYour flower-like radiance delicately fair.\\nON THE TEAIN\\nThrough the storm, through the wind and the rain\\nKushes the clattering train;\\nPast the hills, across valley and plain,\\nThrough city and hamlet again.\\nWith a rumble and roar we speed on\\nTill the half of our journey is done.\\nClose wrapped in my corner I dream,\\nWatching the raindrops stream\\nO er the misty pane, and the gleam\\nOf the white of the steam.\\nAs they hurry past and are lost,\\nOn the wings of the tempest tossed.\\nThrough the smoke and the din and the blur\\nFast, fast I am flying to her!", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0271.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "252 ON THE TRAIN\\nAll the thunder, the rattle and whir,\\nThe noisy discomfort, the stir,\\nAre nothing to me, for my sense\\nIs lost in a rapture intense.\\nAnd like golden bees through the storm\\nSweet memories cluster and swarm;\\nSweet thoughts round a maidenly form\\nThat I see by the firelight warm,\\nBright eyes that are watching the clock,\\nLittle ears that are waiting my knock;\\nAnd I know how the color will rush\\nIn that beautiful mantling blush\\nTo her cheek, till its delicate flush\\nShall rival the rose, as I hush\\nWith a word her heart s tumult divine\\nAnd she lays her white hand within mine.\\nThen thunder, thou clattering train.\\nAnd roar through the wind and the rain,\\nPast the hills, across valley and plain\\nDevour the long leagues till again\\nIn the light of my love s happy eyes\\nThe sun of my life shall arise.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0272.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "PEACE 253\\nPEACE\\nCalm of the autumn night,\\nWith the glow of a primrose sky\\nDrowned in a sea of golden light\\nFrom the harvest moon on high\\nAgainst the rose of the sky-\\nWinging their silent way,\\nDarkly the gulls go floating hy\\nIn the glow of the dying day.\\nInfinite peace and calm\\nIn the hreast of the ocean wide,\\nIn the air like delicate balm,\\nIn the faint, sweep lapse of the tide.\\nWith the cricket s pensive sound.\\nWith the breath of the late, last rose,\\nComes a sense of joy profound.\\nAnd a bliss of deep repose.\\nWhat is thy mystic charm,\\nbeautiful autumn night\\nNot the sigh of the south wind warm,\\nNot thy harvest moon s pure light;", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0273.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "254 AS LINNETS SING\\nNot the calm of the glassy sea,\\nE-eflecting thy stars above;\\nNor thy perfumes borne to me\\nOn the balmy air I love\\nBut the soul of all thou art\\nCalls to the soul in me,\\nAnd speaks to my quiet heart\\nWith the voice of sky and sea.\\nAS LINNETS SING\\nNay, wherefore should I seek thy patient ear\\nTo weary thee with words that naught avail!\\nThis faltering voice will not ring true and clear.\\nIt will but break and fail.\\nAnd yet I cannot keep back any part\\nOf my delight; fain would I give thee all\\nThe music that thou makest in my heart.\\nAs David sang to Saul.\\nWould bring thee garlands sweet and manifold.\\nMeek violets full of fragrance, roses, too.\\nDark pansies richly streaked with burning gold.\\nAnd lilies bright with dew.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0274.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "EUTH 255\\nBut ah, they grow so pallid neath my hand I\\nSo scentless and so colorless and frail\\nThe music cannot reach where thou dost stand,\\nIt will hut hreak and fail.\\nStill at their source the notes are true and strong,\\nAnd as some linnet sings, whose happy hreast.\\nFilled with the summer s rapture, thrills with song\\nThat will not he suppressed.\\nUntil she cannot choose hut strive to blend\\nHer slender silver thread of wavering sound\\nWith all the nobler voices that ascend.\\nThough lost it be and drowned,\\nSo sing I to the sun that fills my sky\\nWith warmth and light and health. So I to thee\\nSend up my broken music ceaselessly.\\nSilent I cannot be.\\nEUTH\\nA BABY girl not two years old\\nAmong the phlox and pansies stands,\\nAnd full of flowers as they can hold\\nHer mother fills her little hands,\\nAnd bids her cross to where I stay\\nWithin my garden s fragrant space,", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0275.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "256 EUTH\\nAnd guides her past the poppies gay\\n^Mid mazes of the blooming place,\\nSaying, Go carry Thea these\\nDelighted, forth the baby fares,\\nBetween the fluttering- winged sweet peas\\nHer treasured buds she safely bears.\\nT is but a step, but oh, what stress\\nOf care What difficulties wait\\nHow many pretty dangers press\\nUpon the path from gate to gate\\nBut high above her sunny head\\nShe tries the roses sweet to hold,\\nNow caught in coreopsis red.\\nHalf wrecked upon a marigold.\\nOr tangled in a cornflower tall.\\nOr hindered by the poppy-tops,\\nShe struggles on, nor does she fall,\\nNor stalk nor stem her progress stops,\\nUntil at last, the trials past.\\nVictorious o er the path s alarms,\\nHerself, her flowers and all are cast\\nBreathless into my happy arms.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0276.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "PETITION 257\\nMy smiling, rosy little maid\\nAnd while her joy-flushed cheek I kiss,\\nAnd close to mine its hloom is laid,\\nI think, So may you find your bliss,\\nMy precious When in coming years\\nLife s path grows a bewildering maze,\\nSo may you conquer doubts and fears\\nAnd safely thread its devious ways,\\nAnd find yourself, all dangers past.\\nClasped to a fonder breast than mine,\\nAnd gain your heavenly joy at last\\nSafe in the arms of Love Divine.\\nPETITION\\nMy little grandson three years old\\nSleeps by my bedside nightly.\\nThrough the long hours of dark and cold,\\nDreaming he slumbers lightly.\\nHe feels my love around him fold,\\nAnd in its heart reposes.\\nUpon his hair a gleam of gold.\\nHis cheeks like damask roses.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0277.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "258 APPEAL\\nAll through the chill and silent night\\nI stretch a hand caressing,\\nTo draw the blanket, warm and light,\\nAbout him, with a blessing.\\nIn sleep he knows that touch so sweet,\\nSo lingering and tender,\\nTurns his dear face my palm to meet.\\nWith soft and glad surrender.\\nGod of pity and of love,\\nHave patience with our blindness.\\nThy hand is stretched our heads above\\nWarm with Thy watchful kindness.\\nGive us this baby s perfect faith\\nWhatever ills assail us,\\nHelp us to feel, in life or death,\\nThat Thou wilt never fail us.\\nAPPEAL\\nThe childish voice rose to my ear\\nSweet toned and eager, praying me,\\nI am so little, Granna dear,\\nPlease lift me up, so I can see.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0278.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "APPEAL 259\\nI looked down at the pleading face,\\nFelt the small hand s entreating touch,\\nAnd stooping caught in swift embrace\\nThe baby boy I loved so much,\\nAnd held him high that he might gaze\\nAt the great pageant of the sky,\\nThe glory of the sunset s blaze,\\nThe glittering moon that curved on high.\\nWith speechless love I clasped him close\\nAnd read their beauty in his eyes,\\nAnd on his fair cheek kissed the rose.\\nSweeter than blooms of Paradise.\\n\\\\And in my heart his eager prayer\\nFound echo, and the self-same cry\\nKose from my heart through heaven s air,\\ngracious Father, lift me high\\nSo little and so low am I,\\nAmong earth s mists I call to Thee,\\nShow me the glory of Thy sky\\nOh lift me up that I may see", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0279.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0280.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF TITLES\\nPAGE\\nAll s WeU 86\\nAlone 153\\nAlready 170\\nAnswer, The 226\\nAppeal 258\\nApril Days 53\\nAs Linnets Sing 254\\nAt Dawn 235\\nAt Set of Moon 204\\nAt the Breakers Edge 61\\nAugust 228\\nAutumn 153\\nAutumn, In 196\\nBecause of Thee 185\\nBeethoven ,70, 139\\nBefore Sunrise 34\\nBeloved 225\\nBenediction 250\\nBetrothed 240\\nBroken Lily, A 83\\nBy the Dead 78\\nBy the Roadside 37\\nCaptured 232\\nChopin 74\\nChristmas, For 203\\nCompensation 222\\nContrast 99", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0281.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "262 INDEX OF TITLES\\nCourage 41\\nCruise of the Mystery, The 177\\nDaybreak 109\\nDiscontent 168\\nDoubt 175\\nEnthraUed 143\\nExpectation 4\\nExpostulation 187\\nFaded Glove, A 100\\nFaith 234\\nFarewell 174\\nFlowers for the Brave 186\\nFlowers in October 114\\nFootprints in the Sand 80\\nFor Christmas 203\\nFor Thoughts 63\\nForeboding 166\\nGarden, My 205\\nGood-By, Sweet Day 195\\nGrateful Heart, A 22\\nGuendolen 66\\nGuests 171\\nHappy Birds, The 130\\nHeartbreak Hill 54\\nHeart s-Ease 156\\nHer Mirror 202\\nHjelma 245\\nHoUyhock, My 247\\nHomage 167\\nImpatience 199\\nImprisoned 48\\nIn a Horse-Car 236\\nIn Autumn 196", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0282.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF TITLES 263\\nIn Death s Despite 217\\nIn Kittery Churchyard 59\\nIn May 27\\nIn September 210\\nIn the Lane 200\\nIn Tuscany 193\\nJoy 224\\nKaren 117\\nKittery Churchyard, In 59\\nLand-locked 1\\nLa*s 124\\nLeviathan 148\\nLost and Saved 208\\nLove shall save us all 177\\nMarch 93\\nMay, In 27\\nMay Morning .84\\nMedrick and Osprey 152\\nMidsummer 231\\nMidsummer Midnight 51\\nMinute-Guns, The 12\\nModjeska 122\\nMorning Song 138\\nMozart 72\\nMussel Shell, A .119\\nMutation 173\\nMy Garden 205\\nMy Hollyhock 247\\nNestling Swallows, The 112\\nNew Year Song 2Z2\\nNovember 41\\nNovember Morning 214\\nOff Shore 2", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0283.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "264 INDEX OF TITLES\\nOh teU me not of Heavenly Halls 230\\nOn the Train 251\\nOur Soldiers 219\\nPeace 253\\nPersistence 188\\nPetition 257\\nPhilosophy 150\\nPimpernel, The 75\\nPoorLisette 190\\nPortent 103\\n50\\nQuestions 242\\nRegret 32\\nRemembrance 43\\nRemonstrance 135\\nRenunciation 106\\nReverie 154\\nRock Weeds 15\\nRose of Joy, A 209\\nRuth 255\\nSandpiper, The 18\\nSchubert 73\\nSchumann s Sonata in A Minor 184\\nS.E. 190\\nSeaside Goldenrod 92\\nSeaward 14\\nSecret, The 90\\nSeptember, In 210\\nSlumber Song 132\\nSong (by Oscar Laighton) 95\\nSongs\\nA bird upon a rosy bough 229\\nAbove in her chamber her voice I hear 165\\nA rushing of wings in the dawn 127\\nHark, how sweet the thrushes sing 135", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0284.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF TITLES 265\\nI wore your roses yesterday 162\\nLove, art thou weary with the sultry day 159\\nOh the fragrance of the air 107\\nOLove, Love, Love! Ill\\nO swallow, sailing lightly 123\\nPast the point and by the beach .227\\nRolls the long breaker in splendor, and glances 145\\nWe sail toward evening s lonely star 44\\nSing, little bird, oh sing 105\\nWhat good gift can I bring thee, thou dearest 139\\nSonnets\\nAs happy dwellers by the seaside hear 165\\nBack from life s coasts the ebbing tide had drawn 224\\nK I do speak your praise, forgive me, Sweet 250\\nNot so You stand as long ago a king 108\\nSong-Sparrow, The 57\\nSong of Hope, A 218\\nSorrow 39\\nSpaniards Graves, The 24\\nSpring Again 162\\nStarlight 132\\nSubmission 160\\nSummer Day, A 29\\nSunrise never failed us yet, The 142\\nSunset Song 176\\nSwaUow, The 20\\nThanksgiving, A 11\\nThora 128\\nTo a Violin 149\\nToJ. G. W 192\\nTransition 146\\nTrust 120\\nTryst, A 45\\nTuscany, In 193\\nTwiHght 19\\nTwo 220\\nTwo Sonnets 108\\nTyre and Sidon 244", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0285.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "S66 INDEX OF TITLES\\nUnder the Eayes 212\\nValentine, A 238\\nVesper Song 114\\nViolin, To a 149\\nWait 116\\nWatch of Boon Island, The 67\\nWatching 25\\nWest-Wind 197\\nWherefore 64\\nWhite Rover, The 95\\nWith the Tide 140\\nWithin and Without 239\\nWreck of the Pocahontas, The 6", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0286.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF FIRST LINES\\nA baby girl not two years old, 255.\\nA bird upon a rosy bough, 229.\\nAbout your window s happy height, 173.\\nAbove in her chamber her voice I hear, 165.\\nA clash of human tongues within, 146.\\nAcross the narrow beach we flit, 18.\\nAh me, my scarlet hoUyhock, 247.\\nAll about the gable tall swift the swallows flit, 130.\\nAlready the dandelions, 170.\\nAnd was it thus the master looked, think you, 71.\\nA pansy on his breast she laid, 63.\\nAre the roses fallen, dear my child, 116.\\nA rushing of wings in the dawn, 127.\\nAs happy dwellers by the seaside hear, 165.\\nAs when one wears a fragrant rose, 209.\\nA strong sweet tide toward the lonely shore, 225.\\nAt daybreak in the fresh light, joyfuUy, 29.\\nAt her low quaint wheel she sits to spin, 117.\\nAt the open window I lean, 73.\\nBack from life s coasts the ebbing tide had drawn, 224.\\nBecause I hold it sinfid to despond, 41.\\nBe thou ashamed, O Sidon, saith the sea, 244.\\nBetwixt the bleak rock and the barren shore, 148.\\nBlack lie the hills swiftly doth daylight flee, 1.\\nBlack sea, black sky A ponderous steamship driving, 64\\nButtercup nodded and said good-by, 228.\\nBy cottage walls the lilacs blow, 200.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0287.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "268 INDEX OF FIRST LINES\\nCalm is the close of the day, 74.\\nCalm of the autumn night, 253.\\nCome out and hear the birds sing Oh, wherefore sit yon there,\\n135.\\nCome under my cloak, my darling, 128.\\nCricket, why wilt thou crush me with thy cry, 166.\\nCrushing the scarlet strawberries in the grass, 59.\\nDeft hands called Chopin s music from the keys, 122.\\nDown San Miniato in the afternoon, 193.\\nDropped the warm rain from the brooding sky, 37.\\nEarly this morning waking, 235.\\nFain would I hold my lamp of life aloft, 234.\\nFar off against the solemn sky, 176.\\nFragrant and soft the summer wind doth blow, 43.\\nFrom out the desolation of the North, 45.\\nGood-by, sweet day, good-by, 195.\\nGraceful, tossing plume of glowing gold, 92.\\nHark, how sweet the thrushes sing, 135.\\nHere bring your purple and gold, 186.\\nHigh on the ledge the wind blows the bayberry bright, 11,\\nHow long it seems since that mild April night, 14.\\nI lit the lamps in the lighthouse tower, 6.\\nI stood on the height in the stillness, 162.\\nI stood within the little cove, 12.\\nI wondered what power possessed the place, 236.\\nI wore your roses yesterday, 162.\\nIf God speaks anywhere, in any voice, 139.\\nK I do speak your praise, forgive me, sweet, 250.\\nH, some day, I should seek those eyes, 50.\\nIn childhood s season fair, 25.\\nIn Ipswich town, not far from the sea, 54.\\nIn that new world toward which our feet are set, 222.\\nIn the morning twilight, while the household yet, 109.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0288.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF FIRST LINES 269\\nIn tWs sweet, tranquil afternoon of spring, 57.\\nIt blossomed by the summer sea, 205.\\nJoy breathes in the sweet airs of spring, 224.\\nLast night I stole away alone, to find, 22.\\nLazily, through the warm gray afternoon, 80.\\nLeaping from the boat, through the lazy sparkling surf, 210.\\nLies the sunset splendor far and wide, 114.\\nLightly she lifts the large, pure luminous shell, 48.\\nLike huge waves, petrified, against the sky, 143.\\nLike scattered flowers blown all about the bay, 106.\\nLove, art thou weary with the sultry day, 159.\\nMedrick, waving wide wings low over the breeze-rippled bight,\\n152.\\nMost beautiful among the helpers thou, 72.\\nMy life has grown so dear to me, 185.\\nMy little granddaughter, who fain would know, 100.\\nMy little grandson, three years old, 257.\\nNanette! 232.\\nNay, comrade, tis a weary path we tread, 167.\\nNay, wherefore should I seek thy patient ear, 254.\\nNot so You stand as long ago a king, 108.\\nO Lily, dropped upon the gray sea-sand, 83.\\nO Love, he whispered low. Eternal Love, 208.\\nO Love, Love, Love, 111.\\nO mirror, whence her lovely face, 202.\\nO Pilgrim, comes the night so fast, 177.\\nO Poverty till now I never knew, 78.\\nO sailors, did sweet eyes look after you, 24.\\nO Sorrow, go thy way and leave me, 232.\\nO sovereign Master stem and splendid power, 70.\\nO stateliest who shaU speak thy praise, who find, 71.\\nswallow, sailing lightly. 123.\\nOh heaven bless you, heaven keep you, sweet, 250.\\nOh tell me not of heavenly halls, 230.", "height": "3475", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0289.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "270 IKDEX OF FIRST LINES\\nOh the fragrance of the air, 107.\\nOh the sweet, sweet lapsing of the tide, 53.\\nOh what saw you, gathering flowers so early this May morn, 90.\\nOnly to follow you, dearest, only to find you, 199.\\nPast the point and by the beach, 227.\\nPeace smiles over hamlet and city, 219.\\nPleasant above the city s din, 212.\\nRock, little boat, beneath the quiet sky, 2.\\nRolls the long breaker in splendor, and glances, 145.\\nRound and round the garden rushed a sudden blast, 158.\\nSadly the quails in the comland pipe, 190.\\nSee how the wind is hauling point by point to the south, 120.\\nSeptember s slender crescent grows again, 19.\\nShe is so fair, I thought, so dear and fair, 66.\\nShe passes up and down life s various ways, 190.\\nShe turned the letter s rustling page her smile, 220.\\nShe walks beside the silent shore, 75.\\nSing, little bird, oh sing, 105.\\nSkeleton schooner, looming strange on the far horizon s rim, 188.\\nSo bleak these shores, wind-swept and all the year, 15.\\nSo soon the end must come, 150.\\nSoftly Death touched her, and she passed away, 32.\\nSoftly the flickering firelight comes and goes, 240.\\nSouthward still the sun is slanting day by day, 156.\\nStands Hjelma at her lady s chair, 245.\\nSunflower tall and hollyhock, that wave in the wind together, 171.\\nSwift o er the water my light yacht dances, 140.\\nTears in those eyes of blue, 187.\\nTell us a story of these isles, they said, 124.\\nThat was a curlew calling overhead, 27.\\nThe aster by the brook is dead, 196.\\nThe barley bows from the west, 197.\\nThe blossoms blush on the bough, 226.\\nThe childish voice rose to my ear, 258.\\nThe children wandered up and down, 177.", "height": "3518", "width": "2159", "jp2-path": "poemsofceliathax01thax_0290.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "INDEX OF FIRST LINES 271\\nThe chiU, sad evening wind of winter blows, 132.\\nThe clover blossoms kiss her feet, 95.\\nThe crimson sunset faded into gray, 174.\\nThe day is bitter. Through the hoUow sky, 99.\\nThe keen north wind pipes loud, 93.\\nThe lilies clustered fair and tall, 153.\\nThe long black ledges are white with gulls, 114.\\nThe morning breaks, the storm is past. I ehold, 218.\\nThe quiet room, the flowers, the perfumed calm, 184.\\nThe sparrow sits and sings, and sings, 160.\\nThe steadfast planet spins through space, 242.\\nThe summer day was spoiled with fitful storm, 112.\\nThe swaUow twitters about the eaves, 20.\\nThe tide flows up, the tide flows down, 239.\\nThe white reflection of the sloop s great sail, 154.\\nThe wide, still, moonlit water miles away, 51.\\nThe wild rose blooms for the sun of June, 175.\\nThe wind blows from the stormy quarter and the moon is old, 204\\nThere is no day so dark, 168.\\nThere is no wind at all to-night, 41.\\nThey called the little schooner the White Rover, 95.\\nThey crossed the lonely and lamenting sea, 67.\\nThis grassy gorge, as daylight failed last night, 34.\\nThou little child, with tender, clinging arms, 132.\\nThrough the storm, through the wind and the rain, 251.\\nThrough the wide sky thy north wind s thunder roars, 61.\\nThroughout the lonely house the whole day long, 4.\\nThy own wish wish I thee in every place, 203.\\nUpon my lips she laid her touch divine, 39.\\nUpon the sadness of the sea, 142.\\nWarm, wild, rainy wind, blowing fitfully, 84.\\nWo launch our boat upon the sparkling sea, 138.\\nWe sail toward evening s lonely star, 44.\\nWhat dost thou here, young wife, by the water-side, 86.\\nWhat good gift can I bring thee, thou dearest, 139.\\nWhat is the whole world worth. 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