POEMS. POEMS. BY Rf AVV E M E R S N jFoutt!) Htiition. 188. BOSTON: JAMES MUNROE AND COMPANY 1847. .A> ; 5-4-7 Entered according to act of Congress, in the year I31G, by James Munroe and Company, in the Clerk's office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. STEREOTYPED AT 'fn'E BOSTON TYPE AiND STEREOTYPE FO'JNiJliY. CONTENTS. FACE. THE SPHINX, 7 EACH AND ALL, 14 THE PROBLEM, 17 TO RHEA, 21 THE VISIT, 25 U ., 27 THE WORLD-SOUL, 30 ALPHONSO OF CASTILE, 36 MITHRIDATES, 41 TO J. W., 43 FATE, 45 GUY, 48 TACT, 51 HAMATREYA, 53 EARTH-SONG, 54 GOOD-BYE, 57 4 CONTENTS. PAO£. y THE RHODORA, 59 »^ THE HUMBLE-BEE, 60 BERRYING, 64 THE SNOW-STORM, 65 y ;/ WOODNOTES, I., 67 II., 75 MONADNOC, 94 FABLE, 115 ODE, 117 ASTR^A, 123 ETIENNE DE LA BOECE, 126 SUUM CUIQUE, 128 -4-COMPENSATION, 129 FORBEARANCE, 130 THE PARK, 131 FORERUNNERS, 133 SURSUM CORDA, 135 ODE TO BEAUTY, 136 GIVE ALL TO LOVE, 141 TO ELLEN, 144 TO EVA, 147 CONTENTS. 5 PAGE. THE AMUJ.ET, 148 THINE EYES STILL SHINED, 149 -^ EROS, 150 HER3II0NE, 151 INITIAL, DEMONIC, AND CELESTIAL LOVE, 156 THE APOLOGY, 178 MERLIN, I., 180 11., 185 BACCHUS, 188 LOSS AND GAIN, 192 BIEROPS, 194 r*-^ > THE HOUSE, 195 SAADI, 197 HOLIDAYS, 200 PAINTING AND SCULPTURE, 208 FROM THE PERSIAN OF HAFIZ, 209 GHASELLE, 217 XENOPHANES, 219 THE day's RATION, 221 BLIGHT, • 223 y, '■-' MUSKETAQUID, 227 6 CONTENTS. PAGE. DIRGE, 232 I^HRENODY, 236 ^HYMN, SUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF THE CONCORD MONUMENT, 250 POEMS THE SPHINX. The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled; Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. ** Who'll tell me my secret, The ages have kept 1 — 1 awaited the seer, While they slumbered and slept; " The fate of the man-child ; The meaning of man ; Known fruit of the unknown ; Dgedalian plan; 7 THE SPHINX. Out of sleeping a waking, Out of waking a sleep ; Life death overtaking; Deep underneath deep ? " Erect as a sunbeam, Upspringeth the palm ; The elephant browses. Undaunted und calm ; In beautiful motion The thrush plies his wings Kind leaves of his covert, Your silence he sings. " The waves, unashamed, In difference sweet, Play glad with the breezes, Old playfellows meet; The journeying atoms, Primordial wholes, Firmly draw, firmly drive, By their animate poles. THE SPHINX. " Sea, earth, air, sound, silence, Plant, quadruped, bird. By one music enchanted, One deity stirred, — Each the other adorning, Accompany still ; Night veileth the morning, The vapor the hill. "The babe by its mother Lies bathed in joy ; Glide its hours uncounted, — The sun is its toy; Shines the peace of all being. Without cloud, in its eyes; And the sum of the world In soft miniature lies. "But man crouches and blushes, Absconds and conceals ; He creepeth and peepeth. He palters and steals ; 10 THE SPHINX. Infirm, melancholy, Jealous glancing around. An oaf, an accomplice. He poisons the ground. ^ \^, " ^^t spoke the great mother, Beholding his fear ; — At the sound of her accents Cold shuddered the sphere : — * Who has drugged my boy's cup ? Who has mixed my boy's bread? Who, with sadness and madness. Has turned the man-child's head? I heard a poet answer, Aloud and cheerfully, " Say on, sweet Sphinx ! thy dirges Are pleasant songs to me. Deep love lieth under These pictures of time ; They fade in the light of Their meaninnr sublime. THE SPHINX. 11 " The fiend that man harries Is love of the Best; Yawns the pit of the Dragon, Lit by rays from the Blest. The Lethe of nature Can't trance him again, Whose soul sees the perfect. Which his eyes seek in vain. " Profounder, profounder, Man's spirit must dive; To his aye-rolling orbit No goal will arrive; The heavens that now draw him With sweetness untold. Once found, — for new heavens He spurneth the old. " Pride ruined the angels. Their shame them restores; And the joy that is sweetest Lurks in stings of remorse. 12 THE SPHIiNX. Have I a lover Who is noble and free 1 — I would he were nobler Than to love me. "Eterne alternation Now follows, now flies ; And under pain, pleasure, — Under pleasure, pain lies. Love works at the centre, Heart-heaving alway ; Forth speed the strong pulses To the borders of day. " Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits ! Thy sight is growing blear; Rue, myrrh, and cummin for the Sphinx - Her muddy eyes to clear ! " — The old Sphinx bit her thick lip, — Said, " Who taught thee me to name ? I am thy spirit, yoke-fellow, Of thine eye I am eyebeam. THE SPHINX. 13 " Thou art the unanswered question ; Couldst see thy proper eye, Alway it asketh, asketh ; And each answer is a lie. So take thy quest through nature, It through thousand natures ply ; Ask on, thou clothed eternity ; Time is the false reply." Uprose the merry Sphinx, And crouched no more in stone; She melted into purple cloud, She silvered in the moon ; She spired into a yellow flame ; She flowered in blossoms red ; She flowed into a foaming wave : She stood Monadnoc's head. Thorough a thousand voices Spoke the universal dame : ** "Who telleth one of my meanings. Is master of all I am." 14 EACH AND ALL. Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee fi-om the hill-top looking down ; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm ; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight. Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height ; Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent. All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone. I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough ; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it pleases not now, EACH AND ALL. 15 For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye. The delicate shells lay on the shore; The bubbles of the latest wave Fresh pearls to their enamel gave; And the bellowing of the savage sea Greeted their safe escape to me. I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea-born treasures home; But the poor, unsightly, noisome things Had left their beauty on the shore, "With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar. The lover watched his graceful maid, As 'mid the virgin train she strayed. Nor knew her beauty's best attire Was woven still by the snow-white choir. At last she came to his hermitage. Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage; — The gay enchantment was undone, A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, ' I covet truth ; Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; 16 EACH AND ALL. I leave it behind with the games of youth.' — As I spoke, beneath my feet The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club-moss burrs ; I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity ; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river, the morning bird ; — Beauty through my senses stole ; I yielded myself to the perfect whole. ■s^j 17 THE PROBLEM I LIKE a church ; I like a cowl ; I love a prophet of the soul ; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall like sweet strains, or pensive smiles ; Yet not for all his faith can see Would I that cowled churchman be. Why should the vest on him allure, Which I could not on me endure ? Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias brought ; Never from lips of cunning fell The thrilling Delphic oracle; Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old ; 3 18 THE PROBLEM. The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and woe ; The hand that rounded Peter's dome. And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity ; Himself from God he could not free; He builded better than he knew ; — The conscious stone to beauty grew. Know'st thou what wove yon woodbird's nest Of leaves, and feathers from her breast ? Or how the fish outbuilt her shell, Painting with morn each annual cell? Or how the sacred pine-tree adds To her old leaves new myriads? Such and so grew these holy piles. Whilst love and terror laid the tiles. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon, As the best gem upon her zone; THE PROBLEM. And Morning opes with haste her lids, To gaze upon the Pyramids ; O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye ; For, out of Thought's interior sphere, These wonders rose to upper air ; And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat. These temples grew as grows the grass; Art might obey, but not surpass. The passive Master lent his hand To the vast soul that o'er him planned ; And the same power that reared the shrine, Bestrode the tribes that knelt within. Ever the fiery Pentecost Girds with one flame the countless host, Trances the heart through chanting choirs. And through the priest the mind inspires. 19 20 THE PROBLEM. The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken ; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost. I know what say the fathers wise, — The Book itself before me lies, Old Chrysostom, best Augustine, And he who blent both in his line, The younger Golden Lips or mines, Taylor, the Shakspeare of divines. His words are music in my ear, I see his cowled portrait dear; And yet, for all his faith could see, I would not the good bishop be. 21 TO RHEA. Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes, Not with flatteries, but truths, Which tarnish not, but purify To light which dims the morning's eye. I have come from the spring-woods, From the fragrant solitudes; — Listen what the poplar-tree And murmuring waters counselled me. If with love thy heart has burned ; If thy love is unreturned ; Hide thy grief within thy breast, Though it tear thee unexpressed; For when love has once departed From the eyes of the false-hearted, 22 TO RHEA. And one by one has torn off quite The bandages of purple light ; Though thou wert the loveliest Form the soul had ever dressed, Thou shalt seem, in each reply, A vixen to his altered eye ; Thy softest pleadings seem too bold, Thy praying lute will seem to scold ; Though thou kept the straightest road, Yet thou errest far and broad. But thou shalt do as do the gods In their cloudless periods ; For of this lore be thou sure, — Though thou forget, the gods, secure, Forget never their command, But make the statute of this land. As they lead, so follow all. Ever have done, ever shall. "Warning to the blind and deaf, 'Tis written on the iron leaf, TO RHEA. 23 Who drinks of Cupid's nectar cup Lovetk downward, and not up; Therefore, who loves, of gods or men, Shall not by the same be loved again ; His sweetheart's idolatry Falls, in turn, a new degree. When a god is once beguiled By beauty of a mortal child, And by her radiant youth delighted, He is not fooled, but warily knoweth His love shall never be requited. And thus the wise Immortal doeth. — 'Tis his study and delight To bless that creature day and night; From all evils to defend her; In her lap to pour all splendor ; To ransack earth for riches rare. And fetch her stars to deck her hair : He mixes music with her thoughts, And saddens her with heavenly doubts : All grace, all good his great heart knows, Profuse in love, the king bestows : 24 TO RHEA. Saying, * Hearken ! Earth, Sea, Air ! This monument of my despair Build I to the All-Good, All-Fair. Not for a private good. But I, from my beatitude, Albeit scorned as none was scorned, Adorn her as was none adorned. I make this maiden an ensample To Nature, through her kingdoms ample. Whereby to model newer races, Statelier forms, and fairer faces; To carry man to new degrees Of power, and of comeliness. These presents be the hostages Which I pawn for my release. See to thyself, O Universe ! Thou art better, and not worse.' — And the god, having given all, Is freed forever from his thrall. 25 THE VISIT. AsKEST, ' How long thou shall stay ? ' Devastator of the day ! Know, each substance, and relation, Thorough nature's operation, Hath its unit, bound, and metre ; And every new compound Is some product and repeater, — Product of the early found. But the unit of the visit. The encounter of the wise, — Say, what other metre is it Than the meeting of the eyes ? Nature poureth into nature Through the channels of that feature. Riding on the ray of sight. More fleet than waves or whirlwinds go, 26 THE VISIT. Or for service, or delight, Hearts to hearts their meaning show, Sum their long experience, And import intelligence. Single look has drained the breast; Single moment years confessed. The duration of a glance Is the term of convenance, And, though thy rede be church or state, Frugal multiples of that. Speeding Saturn cannot halt; Linger, — thou shalt rue the fault ; If Love his moment overstay, Hatred's swift repulsions play. 27 URIEL. It fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coined itself Into calendar months and days. / This was the lapse of Uriel, Which in Paradise befell. Once, among the Pleiads walking, Said overheard the young gods talking; And the treason, too long pent. To his ears was evident. The young deities discussed Laws of form, and metre just. Orb, quintessence, and sunbeams. What subsisteth, and what seems. 28 URIEL. One, with low tones that decide, And doubt and reverend use defied, With a look that solved the sphere, And stirred the devils everywhere, Gave his sentiment divine Against the being of a line. ' Line in nature is not found ; Unit and universe are round ; In vain produced, all rays return ; Evil . will bless, and ice will burn.' As Uriel spoke with piercing eye, A shudder ran around the sky ; The stern old war-gods shook their heads The seraphs frowned from myrtle-beds ; Seemed to the holy festival The rash word boded ill to all ; The balance-beam of Fate was bent ; The bounds of good and ill were rent ; Strong Hades could not keep his own, But all slid to confusion. A sad self-knowledge, withering, fell • On the beauty of Uriel ; URIEL. 29 In heaven once eminent, the god Withdrew, that hour, into his cloud ; Whether doomed to long gyration In the sea of generation, Or by knowledge grown too bright To hit the nerve of feebler sight. Straightway, a forgetting wind Stole over the celestial kind. And their lips the secret kept, If in ashes the fire-seed slept. But now and then, truth-speaking things Shamed the angels' veiling wings; And, shrilling from the solar course. Or from fruit of chemic force, Procession of a soul in matter, Or the speeding change of water, Or out of the good of evil born. Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn, And a blush tinged the upper sky. And the gods shook, they knew not why. 30 THE WORLD-SOUL Thanks to the morning light, Thanks to the foaming sea, To the uplands of New Hampshire, To the green-haired forest free ; Thanks to each man of courage. To the maids of holy mind ; To the boy with his games undaunted, Who never looks behind. Cities of proud hotels. Houses of rich and great. Vice nestles in your chambers, Beneath your roofs of slate. THE WORLD-SOUL. 31 It cannot conquer folly, u^^ Time-and-space-conquering steam;] t^ ^' And the light-outspeeding telegraph Bears nothing on its beam. The politics are base; The letters do not cheer; And 'tis far in the deeps of history, The voice that speaketh clear. Trade and the streets ensnare us, Our bodies are weak and worn ; We plot and corrupt each other, And we despoil the unborn. Yet there in the parlor sits Some figure of noble guise, — Our angel, in a stranger's form, Or woman's pleading eyes ; Or only a flashing sunbeam In at the window-pane ; Or Music pours on mortals Its beautiful disdain. 32 THE WORLD-SOUL. The inevitable morning Finds them who in cellars be ; And be sure the all-loving Nature Will smile in a factory. Yon ridge of purple landscape, Yon sky between the walls, Hold all the hidden wonders. In scanty intervals. Alas ! the Sprite that haunts us Deceives our rash desire ; It whispers of the glorious gods. And leaves us in the mire. We cannot learn the cipher That's writ upon our cell; Stars help us by a mystery Which we could never spell. If but one hero knew it, The world would blush in flame; The sage, till he hit the secret, Would hang his head for shame. THE WORLD-SOUL. But our brothers have not read it, Not one has found the key; And henceforth we are comforted, — We are but such as they. Still, still the secret presses; The nearing clouds draw down ; The crimson morning flames into The fopperies of the town. Within, without the idle earth. Stars weave eternal rings; The sun himself shines heartily, And shares the joy he brings. And what if Trade sow cities Like shells along the shore, And thatch with towns the prairie broad, With railways ironed o'er? — They are but sailing foam-bells Along Thought's causing stream. And take their shape and sun-color From him that sends the dream. 3 34 THE WORLD-SOUL. For Destiny does not like To yield to men the helm ; And shoots his thought, by hidden nerves, Throughout the solid realm. The patient Daemon sits. With roses and a shroud ; He has his way, and deals his gifts, — But ours is not allowed. He is no churl nor trifler, And his viceroy is none, — Love-without-weakness, — Of Genius sire and son. And his will is not thwarted ; The seeds of land and sea Are the atoms of his body bright. And his behest obey. He serveth the servant. The brave he loves amain ; He kills the cripple and the sick, And straight begins again. THE WORLD-SOUL. 35 For gods delight in gods, And thrust the weak aside ; To him who scorns their charities, Their arms fly open wide. When the old world is sterile, And the ages are effete, He will from wrecks and sediment The fairer world complete. He forbids to despair ; His cheeks mantle with mirth ; And the unimagined good of men Is yeaning at the birth. Spring still makes spring in the mind, When sixty years are told; Love wakes anew this throbbing heart, And we are never old. Over the winter glaciers, I see the summer glow. And, through the wild-piled snowdrift. The warm rosebuds below. 36 ALPHONSO OF CASTILE I, Alphonso, live and learn, Seeing Nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind ; Lemons run to leaves and rind; Meagre crop of figs and limes ; Shorter days and harder times. Flowering April cools and dies In the insufficient skies. Imps, at high midsummer, blot Half the sun's disk with a spot : 'Twill not now avail to tan Orange cheek or skin of man. Roses bleach, the goats are dry, Lisbon quakes, the people cry. Yon pale, scrawny fisher fools, Gauij/; as bitterns in the pools, ALPHOiNSO OF CASTILE. 37 Are no brothers of my blood ; — They discredit Adamhood. Eyes of gods ! ye must have seen, O'er your ramparts as ye lean, The general debility ; Of genius the sterility ; Mighty projects countermanded ; Rash ambition, brokenhanded ; Puny man and scentless rose Tormenting Pan to double the dose. Rebuild or ruin : either fill Of vital force the wasted rill, Or tumble all again in heap To weltering chaos and to sleep. Say, Seigniors, are the old Niles dry, Which fed the veins of earth and sky_. That mortals miss the loyal heats. Which drove them erst to social feats Now, to a savage selfness grown. Think nature barely serves for one ; 38 ALPHONSO OF CASTILE. With science poorly mask their hurt, And vex the gods with question pert, Immensely curious whether you Still are rulers, or mildew 1 iXr\\ Masters,. I'm in pain with you; Masters, I'll be plain with you; In my palace of Castile, I, a king, for kings can feel. There my thoughts the matter roll, And solve and oft resolve the whole. And, for I'm styled Alphonse the Wise, Ye shall not fail for sound advice. Before ye want a drop of rain. Hear the sentiment of Spain. You have tried famine: no more try it; Ply us now with a full diet; Teach your pupils now with plenty; For one sun supply us twenty. I have thought it thoroughly over, — State of hermit, state of lover ; ALPHONSO OF CASTILE. We must have society, We cannot spare variety. Hear you, then, celestial fellows ! Fits not to be overzealous; Steads not to work on the clean jump. Nor wine nor brains perpetual pump. Men and gods are too extense; Could you slacken and condense? Your rank overgrowths reduce Till your kinds abound with juice ? Earth, crowded, cries, ' Too many men 1 ' My counsel is, kill nine in ten, And bestow the shares of all On the remnant decimal. Add their nine lives to this cat: Stuff their nine brains in his hat ; Make his frame and forces square With the labors he must dare ; Thatch his flesh, and even his years With the marble which he rears. There, growing slowly old at ease, No faster than his planted trees, 40 ALPHONSO OF CASTILE. He may, by warrant of his age, In schemes of broader scope engage. So shall ye have a man of the sphere, Fit to grace the solar year. 41 MITHRIDATES. I CANNOT spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose ; From the earth-poles to the line. All between that works or grows, Every thing is kin of mine. Give me agates for my meat; Give me cantharids to eat; From air and ocean bring me foods, From all zones and altitudes; — From all natures, sharp and slimy, Salt and basalt, wild and tame: Tree and lichen, ape, sea-lion, Bird, and reptile, be my game. 42 MITHRIDATES. Ivy for my fillet band ; Blinding dog-wood in my hand ; Hemlock for my sherbet cull me, And the prussic juice to lull me; Swing me in the upas boughs, Vampyre-fanned, when I carouse. Too long shut in strait and few. Thinly dieted on dew, I will use the world, and sift it, To a thousand humors shift it, As you spin a cherry. O doleful ghosts, and goblins merry ! O all you virtues, methods, mights, Means, appliances, delights. Reputed wrongs and braggart rights, Smug routine, and things allowed, Minorities, things under cloud ! Hither ! take me, use me, fill me, Vein and artery, though ye kill me ! God ! I will not be an owl, But sun me in the Capitol. 43 TO J. W Set not thy foot on graves : Hear what wine and roses say: f>0 lpU>' The mountain chase, the summer waves, The crowded town, thy feet may well delay. Set not thy foot on graves: Nor seek to unwind the shroud Which charitable Time And Nature have allowed To wrap the errors of a sage sublime. Set not thy foot on graves : Care not to strip the dead Of his sad ornament, His myrrh, and wine, and rings, 44 TO J. w. Ilis sheet of lead, And trophies buried : Go, get them where he earned them when alive ; As resolutely dig or dive. Life is too short to waste In critic peep or cynic bark, Quarrel or reprimand : 'Twill soon be dark ; Up-! mind thine own aim, and God speed the mark ! 45 FATE That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous ; You must have also the untaught strain That sheds beauty on the rose. There is a melody born of melody, Which melts the world into a sea. \ Toil could never compass it; Art its height could never hit ; It came never out of wit ; But a music music-born Well may Jove and Juno scorn. j Thy beauty, if it lack the fire Which drives me mad with sweet desire, What boots it ? what the soldier's mail, Unless he conquer and prevail ? 46 FATE. What all the goods thy pride which lift, If thou pine for another's gift ? Alas ! that one is born in blight, Victim of perpetual slight : When thou lookest on his face, Thy heart saith, ' Brother, go thy ways ! None shall ask thee what thou doest. Or care a rush for what thou knowest. Or listen when thou repliest. Or remember where thou liest, Or how thy supper is sodden ; ' And another is born To make the sun forgotten. Surely he carries a talisman Under his tongue; Broad are his shoulders and strong; And his eye is scornful, Threatening, and young. I hold it of little matter Whether your jewel be of pure water, A rose diamond or a white, But whether it dazzle me with licrht. tr^ FATE. 47 I care not how you are dressed, In the coarsest or in the best ; Nor whether your name is base or brave ; Nor for the fashion of your behavior ; But whether you charm me, Bid my bread feed and my fire warm me. And dress up Nature in your favorT) nX/ ^'v^^ "" One thing is forever good ; That one thing is Success, — Dear to the Eumenides, And to all the heavenly brood. Who bides at home, nor looks abroad, Carries the eagles, and masters the sword. 48 GUY Mortal mixed of middle clay, Attempered to the night and day, Interchangeable with things, Needs no amulets nor rings. Guy possessed the talisman That all things from him began ; And as, of old, Polycrates Chained the sunshine and the breeze, So did Guy betimes discover Fortune was his guard and lover ; In strange junctures, felt, with awe, His own symmetry with law; That no mixture could withstand The virtue of his lucky hand. lie gold or jewel could not lose. Nor not receive his ample dues. GUY. -49 In the street, if he turned round, His eye the eye 'twas seeking found. It seemed his Genius discreet Worked on the Maker's own receipt. And made each tide and element Stewards of stipend and of rent; So that the common waters fell As costly wine into his well. He had so sped his wise affairs That he caught Nature in his snares : Early or late, the falling rain Arrived in time to swell his grain ; Stream could not so perversely wind But corn of Guy's was there to grind ; The siroc found it on its way. To speed his sails, to dry his hay ; And the world's sun seemed to rise, To drudge all day for Guy the wise. In his rich nurseries, timely skill Strong crab with nobler blood did fill; The zephyr in his garden rolled From plum-trees vegetable gold; 4 50 GUY. And all the hours of the year With their own harvest honored were. There was no frost but welcome came, Nor freshet, nor midsummer flame. Belonged to wind and world the toil And venture, and to Guy the oil. 51 TACT. What boots it, thy virtue, What profit thy parts, While one thing thou lackest, The art of all arts? The only credentials, Passport to success; Opens castle and parlor, — Address, man. Address. The maiden in danger Was saved by the swain ; His stout arm restored her To Broadway again. 52 TACT. The maid would reward him, — Gay company come,—. They laugh, she laughs with them; He is moonstruck and dumb. This clinches the bargain ; Sails out of the bay ; Gets the vote in the senate, Spite of Webster and Clay; Has for genius no mercy, For speeches no heed ; It lurks in the eyebeam, It leaps to its deed. Church, market, and tavern, Bed and board, it will sway. It has no to-morrow ; It ends with to-day. 53 HAMATREYA. MiNOTT, Lee, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool, and wood. Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm, Saying, ' 'Tis mine, my children's, and my name's : How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees ! How graceful climb those shadows on my hill ! I fancy these pure waters and the flags Know me, as does my dog : we sympathize ; And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.' Where are these men ? Asleep beneath their grounds ; And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough. Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs ; Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet Clear of the crrave. 54 HAMATREYA. They added ridge to valley, brook to pond, And sighed for all that bounded their domain. * This suits me for a pasture ; that's my park ; We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge, And misty lowland, where to go for peat. The land is well, — lies fairly to the south. 'Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back, To find the sitfast acres where you left them.' Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds Him to his land, a lump of mould the more. Hear what the Earth says : — EARTH-SONG. Mine and yours ; Mine, not yours. Earth endures; Stars abide — Shine down in the old sea; Old are the shores ; But where are old men? HAMATREYA. 55 I who have seen much, Such have I never seen. 'The lawyer's deed Ran sure, In tail, To them, and to their heirs Who shall succeed. Without fail, Forevermore. * Here is the land, Shaggy with wood, With its old valley, Mound, and flood. But the heritors ? Fled like the flood's foam, — The lawyer, and the laws, And the kingdom. Clean swept herefrom. 56 HAMATREYA. ' They called me theirs, Who so controlled me; Yet every one Wished to stay, and is gone. How am I theirs. If they cannot hold me, But I hold them?' When I heard the Earth-song, I was no longer brave; My avarice cooled Like lust in the chill of the grave. 57 GOOD-BYE Good-bye, proud world ! I'm going home : Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine. Long through thy weary crowds I roam ; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I've been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world! I'm going home. Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace ; To upstart Wealth's averted eye ; To supple Office, low and high ; To crowded halls, to court and street ; To frozen hearts and hasting feet ; To those who go, and those who come ; Good-bye, proud world ! I'm going home. 58 GOOD-BYE. I am going to my own hearth-stone, Bosomed in yon green hills alone, — A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned ; Where arches green, the livelong day. Echo the blackbird's roundelay, And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God. O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome ; And when I am stretched beneath the pines. Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man. At the sophist schools, and the learned clan; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet? 59 THE RHODORA ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER? In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods. Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool. Made the black water with their beauty gay ; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora ! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky. Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose ! I never thought to ask, I never knew ; But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same Power that brouorht me there brought you. 60 THE HUMBLE-BEE. Burly, dozing humble-bee, Where thou art is clime for me. Let them sail for Porto Rique, Far-off heats through seas to seek ; I will follow thee alone, Thou animated torrid-zone ! Zigzag steerer, desert cheerer. Let me chase thy waving lines ; Keep me nearer, me thy hearer, Singing over shrubs and vines. Insect lover of the sun, Joy of thy dominion ! Sailor of the atmosphere ; Swimmer through the waves of air : THE HUMBLE-BEE. 61 Voyager of light and noon ; Epicurean of June ; Wait, I prithee, till I come Within earshot of thy hum, — All without is martyrdom. When the south wind, in May days, V/ith a net of shining haze Silvers the horizon wall, And, with softness touching all, Tints the human countenance With a color of romance. And, infusing subtle heats, Turns the sod to violets, Thou, in sunny solitudes, Rover of the underwoods, The green silence dost displace With thy mellow, breezy bass. Hot midsummer's petted crone, Sweet to me thy drowsy tone G2 THE I1U3IBLE-EEE. Tells of countless sunny hours, Long days, and solid banks of flowers ; Of gulfs of sweetness without bound In Indian wildernesses found ; Of Syrian peace, immortal leisure, Firmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure. Aught unsavory or unclean Hath my insect never seen ; But violets and bilberry bells, Maple-sap, and daffodels, Grass with green flag half-mast high, Succory to match the sky. Columbine with horn of honey. Scented fern, and agrimony, Clover, catchfly, adder's-tongue, f