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CONTENTS our The Sweetness of Life God-speed to the Snow April in the Hills Forest Moods The Return of the Year Favorites of Pan The Meadow In May Life and Nature With the Night June Distance The Bird and the H( After Rain Cloud-break . The Moon-path .Comfort of the Fields At the Ferry . September A Re-assurance The Poet's Possession An Autumn Landscape In November By an Autumn Stream Snowbirds Snow . Sunset . Winter-store. The Sun Cup 5 7 8 9 lo II M »7 19 20 21 24 25 25 27 28 29 32 35 38 39 39 40 42 44 45 46 48 56 f k % lit \ I TO MY MOTHER Mother, to whose valiant will. Battling long ago. What the heaping years fulfil. Light and song, I owe; Send my little book a-field. Fronting praise or blame With the shining flag and shield Of your name. w I f i/' 'M II hi MJ- ^ LYRICS OF EARTH THE SWEETNESS OF LIFE IT fell on a day I was happy, And the winds, the concave sky, The flowers and the beasts in the meadow Seemed happy even as I ; And I stretched my hands to the meadow. To the bird, the beast, the tree: ** Why are ye all so happy ? " I cried, and they answered me. What sayest thou, Oh meadow. That stretchest so wide, so far. That none can say how many Thy misty marguerites are ? And what say ye, red roses. That o'er the sun-blanched wall From your high black-shadowed trellis Like flame or blood-drops fall ? ** We are born, we are reared, and we linger A various space and die ; We dream, and are bright and happy. But we cannot answer why." What sayest thou. Oh shadow. That from the dreaming hill All down the broadening valley Liest so sharp and still ? And thou. Oh murmuring brooklet. Whereby in the nconday gleam j iJ i if I 'Hi' \ I ! li, » LYRICS OF EARTH IB ( 3 ; U The loosestrife burns like ruby. And the branched asters dream ? •* We are born, we are reared, and we linger A various space and die ; We dream and are very happy. But we '•annot answer why." And then of myself I questioned. That like a ghost the while Stood from me and calmly answered. With slow and curious smile : *' Thou art born as the flowers, and wilt linger Thine own short space and die ; Thou dream' St and art strangely happy. But thou canst not answer why.** 6 m .^ LYRICS OF EARTH GOD-SPEED TO THE SNOW MARCH is slain; the keen winds fly; Nothing more is thine to do; April kisses thee good-bye; Thou must haste and follow too; Silent friend that guarded well Withered things to make us glad. Shyest friend that could not tell Half the kindly thought he had. Haste thee, speed thee, O kind snow; Down the dripping valleys go. From the fields and gleaming meadows,, Where the slaying hours behold thee. From the forests whose slim shadows. Brown and leafless cannot fold thee. Through the cedar lands aflame With gold light that cleaves and quivers. Songs that winter may not tame. Drone of pines and laugh of rivers. May thy passing joyous be To thy father, the great sea. For the sun is getting stronger; Earth hath need of thee no longer; Go, kind snow, God-speed to thee! M i * t I i*- I V I 5 . ,' '^^f > I I r, I -I i-«i^T j*n - » :-t^-"tii^iiiHim J 'I w '. > '1 I LYRICS OF EARTH ii ^ ! APRIL IN THE HILLS TO-DAY the world is wide and fair With sunny fields of lucid air. And waters dancing everywhere; The snow is almost gone; The noon is builded high with light. And over heaven's liquid height. In steady fleets serene and white. The happy clouds go on. The channels run, the bare earth steams. And every hollow rings and gleams With jetting falls and dashing streams; The rivers burst and fill; The fields are full of little lakes. And when the romping wind awakes The water ruffles blue and shakes. And the pines roar on the hill. The crows go by, a noisy throng; About the meadows all day long The shore-lark drops his brittle song; And up the leafless tree The nut-hatch runs, and nods, and clings; The bluebird dips with flashing wings. The robin flutes, the sparrow sings. And the swallows float and flee. I break the spirit's cloudy bands, A wanderer in enchanted lands, I feel the sun upon my hands; 8 APRIL IN THE HILLS And far from care and strife The broad earth bids me forth. I rise With lifted brow and upward eyes. I bathe my spirit in blue skies. And taste the springs of life. I feel the tumult of new birth; I waken with the wakening earth; I macch the bluebird in her mirth; And wild with wind and sun, A treasurer of immortal days, I roam the glorious world with praise. The hillsides and the woodland ways. Till earth and I are one. FOREST MOODS THERE is singing of birds in the deep wet woods. In the heart of the listening solitudes, Pewees, and thrushes, and sparrows, not few. And all the notes of their throats are true. The thrush from the innermost ash takes on A tender dream of the treasured and gone; But the sparrow singeth with pride and cheer Of the might and light of the present and here. There is shining of Howers in the deep wet woods. In the heart of the sensitive solitudes. The roseate bell and the lily are there. And every leaf of their sheaf is fair. il fv 9^ { m « I ' > ] h i/i ! \ I LYRICS OF EARTH Careless and bold, without dream of woe. The trilliums scatter their flags of snow; But the pale wood-dafFodil covers her face, Agloom with the doom of a sorrowful race. THE RETURN OF THE YEAR AGAIN the v,^arm bare earth, the noon That hangs upon her healing scars. The midnight round, the great red moon. The mother with her brood of stars. The mist-rack and the wakening rain Blown soft in many a forest way. The yellowing elm-trees, and again The blood-root in its sheath of gray. The vesper-sparrow's song, the stress Of yearning notes that gush and stream. The lyric joy, the tenderness, And once again the dream! the dream! A touch of far-ofFjoy and power, A something it is life to learn. Comes back to earth, and one short hour The glamours of the gods return. This life's old mood and cult of care Falls smitten by an older truth. And the gray world wins back to her The rapture of her vanished youth. lo 9 n THE RETURN OF THE YEAR Dead thoughts revive, and he that heeds Shall hear, as by a spirit led, A song among the golden reeds: ** The gods are vanished but not dead! " For one short hour, unseen yet near. They haunt us, a forgotten mood, A glory upon mead and mere, A magic in the leafless wood. At morning we shall catch the glow Of Dian's quiver on the hill. And somewhere in the glades I know That Pan is at his piping still. FAVORITES OF PAN ONCE, long ago, before the gods Had left this earth, by stream and forest glade. Where the first plough upturned the clinging sods. Or the lost shepherd strayed. Often to the tired listener's ear There came at noonday or beneath the stars A sound, he knew not whence, so sweet and clear. That all his aches and scars And every brooded bitterness. Fallen asunder from his soul took flight. Like mist or darkness yielding to the press Of an unnamed delight, — IZ ^ \\ LYRICS OF EARTH l! u ^ • ! ir \ % A sudden brightness of the heart, A magic fire drawn down from Paradise, That rent the cloud with golden gleam apart, — And far before his eyes The loveliness and calm of earth Lay like a limitless dream remote and strange. The joy, the strife, the triumph and the mirth. And the enchanted change; And so he followed the sweet sound. Till faith had traversed her appointed span. And murmured as he pressed the sacred ground; **It is the note of Pan!** Now though no more by marsh or stream Or dewy forest sounds the secret reed — For Pan is gone — Ah yet, the infinite dream Still lives for them th?t heed. In April, when the turning year Regains its pensive youth, and a soft breath And amorous influence over marsh and mere Dissolves the grasp of death. i; To them that are in love with life. Wandering like children with untroubled eyes. Far from the noise of cities and the strife, . Strange flute-like voices rise 12 1 w. /\ FAVORITES OF PAN ise, apart, — 1 strange, e mirth. span, ground: n earn )reath ere ed eyes. At noon and in the quiet of the night From every watery waste; and m that hour The same strange spell, the same unnamed delight. Enfolds them in its power. An old-world joyousness supreme. The warmth and glow of an immortal balm. The mood-touch of the gods, the endless dream. The high lethean calm. They see, wide on the eternal way. The services of earth, the life of man; And, listening to the magic cry they say: "It is the note of Pan!'* For, long ago, when the new strains Of hostile hymns and conquering faiths grew keen. And the old gods from their deserted fanes. Fled silent and unseen. So, too, the goat-foot Pan, not less Sadly obedient to the mightier hand. Cut him new reeds, and in a sore distress Passed out from land to land; And lingering by each haunt he knew. Of fount or sinuous stream or grassy marge. He set the syrinx to his lips, and blew A note divinely large; m I f II A ;l ri ' -M LYRICS OF EARTH And all around him on the wet Cool earth the frogs came up, and with a smile He took them in his hairy hands, and set His mouth to theirs awhile. And blew into their velvet throats; And ever from that hour the frogs repeat The murmur of Pan's pipes, the notes. And answers strange and sweet; And they that hear them are renewed By knowledge in some god-like touch conveyed. Entering again into the eternal mood. Wherein the world was made. THE MEADOW HERE when the cloudless April days begin. And the quaint crows flock thicker day by day. Filling the forests with a pleasant din. And the soiled snow creeps secretly away. Comes the small busy sparrow, primed with glee. First preacher in the naked wilderness. Piping an end to all the long distress From every fence and every leafless tree. Now with soft slight and viewless artifice Winter's iron work is wondrously undone; In all the little hollows cored with ice The clear brown pools stand simmering in the sun, 14 THE MEADOW Frail lucid worlds, upon whose tremulous floors All day the wandering water-bugs at will. Shy mariners whose oars are never still. Voyage and dream about the heightening shores. t? The bluebird, peeping from the gnarled thorn. Prattles upon his frolic flute, or flings. In bounding flight across the golden morn. An azure gleam from oflF his splendid wings. Here the slim-pinioned swallows sweep and pass Down to the far-ofF river; the black crow With wise and wary visage to and fro Settles and stalks about the withered grass. ^ ' ,1 il Here, when the murmurous May-day is half gone. The watchful lark before my feet takes flight. And wheeling to some lonelier field far on. Drops with obstreperous cry; and here at night. When the first star precedes the great red moon, The shore-lark tinkles from the darkening field. Somewhere, we know not, in the dusk con- cealed. His little creakling and continuous tune. ill m ,i Here, too, the robins, lusty as of old. Hunt the waste grass for forage, or prolong From every quarter of these fields the bold, Blithe phrases of their never-finished song. 15 f M w LYRICS OF EARTH !i' i| The white-throat's distant descant v/ith slow stress Note after note upon the noonday falls. Filling the leisured air at intervals With his own mood of piercing pensiveness. How often from this windy upland perch. Mine eyes have seen the forest break in bloom. The rose-red maple and the golden birch. The dusty yellow of the elms, the gloom Of the tall poplar hung with tasseled black; Ah, I have watched, till eye and ear and brain Grew full of dreams as they, the moted plain. The sun-steeped wood, the marsh-land at its back. The valley where the river wheels and fills. Yon. city glimmering in its smoky shroud. And out at the last misty rim the hills Blue and far off and mounded like a cloud. And here the noisy rutted road that goes Down the slope yonder, flanked on either side With the smooth-furrowed fields flung black and wide. Patched with pale water sleeping in the rows. So as I watched the crowded leaves expand. The bloom break sheath, the summer's strength uprear. In earth's great mother's heart already planned The heaped and burgeoned plenty of the year, i6 11^ THE MEADOW Even as she from out her wintry cell My spirit also sprang to life anew. And day by day as the spring's bounty grew, Its conquering joy possessed me like a spell. In reverie by day and midnight dream I sought these upland fields and walked apart. Musing on Nature, till my thought did seem To read the very secrets of her heart; In mooded moments earnest and sublime I stored the themes of many a future song. Whose substance should be Nature's, clear and strong. Bound in a casket of majestic rhyme. Brave bud-like plans that never reached the fruit. Like hers our mother's who with every hour. Easily replenished from the sleepless root. Covers her bosom with fresh bud and flower; Yet I was happy as young lovers be. Who in the season of their passion's birth Deem that they have their utmost worship's worth. If love be near them, just to hear and see. ! \ IN MAY G RIEF was my master yesternight; To-morrow I may grieve again; Bet now along the windy plain The clouds have taken flight. »7 :l; \ LYRICS OF EARTH The sowers in the furrows go; The lusty river brimmeth on; The curtains from the hills are gone; The leaves are out; and lo. The silvery distance of the day. The light horizons, and between The glory of the perfect green. The tumult of the May. The bobolinks at noonday sing More softly than the softest flute. And lightlier than the lightest lute Their fairy tambours ring. The roads far off are towered with dust; The cherry-blooms are swept and thinned; In yonder swaying elms the wind Is charging gust on gust. But here there is no stir at all; The ministers of sun and shadow Horde all the perfumes of the meadow Behind a grassy wall. An infant rivulet wind-free ., Adown the guarded hollow sets. Over whose brink the violets Are nodding peacefully. i8 LIFE AND NATURE I' ! From pool to pool it prattles by; The flashing swallows clip and pass. Above the tufted marish grass. And here at rest am I. i I care not for the old distress. Nor if to-morrow bid me moan; To-day is mine, and I have known An hour of blessedness. LIFE AND NATURE I PASSED through the gates of the city. The streets were strange and still. Through the doors of the open churches The organs wrere moaning shrill. Through the doors and the great high windows I heard the murmur of prayer. And the sound of their solemn singing Streamed out on the sunlit air; » 1 41 A sound of some great burden That lay on the world's dark breast. Of the old, and the sick, and the lonely. And the weary that cried for rest. 19 U( ^ SRUi I 'VUM fffl i' fB WiWM f it M ] LYRICS OF EARTH I strayed through the midst of the city Like one distracted or mad. '*Oh, Life! Oh, Life!" I kept saying. And the very word seemed sad. I passed through the gates of the city. And I heard the small birds sing, I laid me down in the meadows Afar from the bell-ringing. In the depth and the bloom of the meadows I lay on the earth's quiet breast. The poplar fanned me with shadows. And the veery sang me to rest. Blue, blue was the heaven above me. And the earth green at my feet; Oh, Life! Oh, Life!" I kept saying. And the very word seemed sweet. <( WITH THE NIGHT O DOUBTS, dull passions, and base fears. That harassed and oppressed the day. Ye poor remorses and vain tears. That shook this house of clay: 30 ( I JUNE All heaven to the western bars Is glittering with the darker dawn- Here with the earth, the night, the stars. Ye have no place: begone! JUNE T ONG, long ago, it seems, this summer morn ±^ 1 hat pale-browed April passed with pensive tread Through the frore woods, and from its frost-bound bed Woke the arbutus with her silver horn; And now May, too, is fled. The flower-crowned month, the merry laughing With rosy feet and fingers dewy wet. Leaving the woods and all cool gardens gay With tulips and the scented violet. Gone are the wind-flower and the adder-tongue And the sad drooping bellwort, and no more 1 he snowy triiliums crowd the forest's floor: 1 he purplmg grasses are no longer young. And summer's wide-set door O'er the thronged hills and the broad panting earth Lets in the torrent of the later bloom, Haytime, and harvest, and the after mirth. The slow soft rain, the rushing thunder plume. 21 tl ' (1 ^w f !l{| I 1 1 ! i 1 1 i » u H i 1 i LYRICS OF EARTH All day in garden alleys moist and dim, The humid air is burdened with the rose; In moss-deep woods the creamy orchid blows; And now the vesper-sparrows* pealing hymn From every orchard close At eve comes flooding rich and silvery; The daisies in great meadows swing and shine; And with the wind a sound as of the sea Roars in the maples and the topmost pine. High in the hills the solitary thrush Tunes magically his music of fine dreams. In briary dells, by boulder-broken streams; And wide and far on nebulous fields aflush The mellow morning gleams. The orange cone-flowers purple-bossed are there. The meadow's bold-eyed gypsies deep of hue. And slender hawkweed tall and softly fair, ^^nd rosy tops of fleabane veiled with dew. So with thronged voices and unhasting flight The fervid hours with long return go by; The far-heard hylas piping shrill and high Tell the slow moments of the solemn night With unremitting cry; Lustrous and large out of the gathering drouth The planets gleam; the baleful Scorpion 22 ^ ■ JUNE Trails his dim fires along the droused south; The silent world-in crusted round moves on. And all the dim night long the moon's white beams Nestle deep down in every brooding tree. And sleeping birds, touched with a silly glee. Waken at midnight from their blissful dreams. And carol brokenly. ... 'JU Dim surging motions and uneasy dreads Scare the light slumber from men's busy eyes. And parted lovers on their restless beds Toss and yearn out, and cannot sleep for cighs. dew. Oft have I striven, sweet month, to figure thee. As dreamers of old time were wont to feign. In living form of flesh, and striven in vain; Yet when some sudden old-world mystery Of passion fired my brain. Thy shape hath flashed upon me like no dream. Wandering with scented curls that heaped the breeze. Or by he hollow of some reeded stream Sitting waist-deep in white anemones; And even as I glimpsed thee thou wert gone, A dream for mortal eyes too proudly coy, Yet in thy place for subtle thought's employ The golden magic clung, a light that shone And filled me with thy joy, 23 LYRICS OF EARTH Before me like a mist that streamed and fell All names and chapes of antique beauty passed In garlanded procession with the swell Of flutes between the beechen stems; and last. I fWK the Arcadian valley, the loved wood, Alpheus stream divine, the sighing shore, And through the cool green glades, awake once more. Psyche, the white-limbed goddess, still pursued. Fleet-footed as of yore. The noonday ringing with her frighted peals, Down the bright sward and through the reeds she ran. Urged by the mountain echoes, at her heels The hot-blown cheeks and trampling feet of Pan. t ! t DISTANCE TO the distance! Ah, the distance! Blue and broad and dim! Peace is not in burgh or meadow. But beyond the rim. F Aye, beyond it, far beyond it; Follow still my soul. Till this earth is lost in heaven. And thou feel'st the whole. 24 ■ wmmmmmmf P« THE BIRD AND THE HOUR THE BIRD AND THE HOUR THE sun looks over a little hill And floods the valley w"th gold A torrent of gold; And the hither field is green and still; Beyond it a cloud outrolled. Is glowing molten and bright; And soon the hill, and the valley and all. With a quiet fall. Shall be gathered into the night. And yet a moment more. Out of the silent wood. As if from the closing door Of another world and another lovelier mood, Hear'st thou the hermit pour — So sweet! so magical! — . His golden music, ghostly beautiful. AFTER RAIN FOR three whole days across the sky. In sullen packs that loomed and broke. With flying fringes dim as smoke. The columns of the rain went by; At every hour the wind awoke ; The darkness passed upon the plain ; The great drops rattled at the pane. Now piped the wind, or far aloof Fell to a sough remote and dull ; And all night long with rush and lull 25 *l LYRICS OF EARTH ( I i The rain kept drumming on the roof: I heard till ear and sense were full The clash or silence of the leaves. The gurgle in the creaking eaves. But when the fourth day came — at noon. The darkness and the rain were by ; The sunward roofs were steaming dry ; And all the world was flecked and strewn With shadows from a fleecy sky. The haymakers were forth and gone. And every rillet laughed and shone. Then, too, on me that loved so well The world, despairing in her blight. Uplifted with her least delight. On me, as on the earth, there fell New happiness of mirth and might ; I strode the valleys pied and still ; I climbed upon the breezy hill. I watched the gray hawk wheel and drop. Sole shadow on the shining world ; I saw the mountains clothed and curled. With forest ruffling to the top ; I saw the river's length unfurled. Pale silver down the fruited plain. Grown great and stately with the rain. Through miles of shadow and soft heat. Where field and fallow, fence and tree, 26 i wtmm MMM AFTER RAIN Were all one world of greenery, I heard the robin ringing sweet. The sparrow piping silverly. The thrushes at the forest's hem; And as I went I sang with them. .'^1 CLOUD-BREAK WITH a turn of his magical rod. That extended and suddenly shone. From the round of his glory some god Looks forth and is gone. To the summit of heaven the clouds Are rolling aloft like steam; There's a break in their infinite shrouds. And below it a gleam. O'er the drift of the river a whiff Comes out from the blossoming shore; And the meadows are greening, as if They never were green before. The islands are kindled with gold And russet and emerald dye; And the interval waters ou trolled Are more blue than the sky. From my feet to the heart of the hills The spirits of May intervene. And a vapor of azure distills Like a breath on the opaline green. "' 27 m II it ' Ml m ■•.A'H^l^itr.: J LYRICS OF EARTH ffl Only a moment! — and then The chill and the shadow decline. On the eyes of rejuvenate men That were wide and divine. 11 I THE MOON-PATH THE full, clear moon uprose and spread Her cold, pale splendor o'er the sea; A light-strewn path that seemed to lead Outward into eternity. Between the darkness and the gleam An old-world spell encompassed me: Methought that in a godlike dream I trod upon the sea. And lo! upon that glimmering road. In shining companies unfurled. The trains of many a primal god. The monsters of the elder world; Strange creatures that, with silver wings. Scarce touched the ocean's thronging floor. The phantoms of old tales, and things Whose shapes are known no more. Giants and demi-gods who once Were dwellers of the earth and sea. And they who from Deucalion's stones. Rose men without an infancy; 28 )or. i THE MOON-PATH Beings on whose majestic lids Time's solemn secrets seemed to dwell, Tritons and pale-limbed Nereids, And forms of heaven and hell. Some who were heroes long of yore. When the great world was hale and young; And some whose marble lips yet pour The murmur of an antique tongue; Sad queens, whobC names are like soft moans. Whose griefs were written up in gold; And some who on their silver thrones Were goddesses of old. As if I had been dead indeed. And come into some after-land, I saw them pass me, and take heed. And touch me with each mighty hand; And evermore a murmurous stream. So beautiful they seemed to me. Not less than in a godlike dream I trod the shining sea. COMFORT OF THE FIELDS WHAT would'st thou have for easement after grief. When the rude world hath used thee with despite. And care sits at thine elbow day and night. Filching thy pleasures like a subtle thief? 29 H •J iliti LYRICS OF EARTH To me, when life besets me in such wise, 'Tis sweetest to break forth, to dr'^o the chain. And grasp the freedom of this pleasant earth. To roam in idleness and sober mirth. Through summer airs and summer lands, and drain The comfort of wide fields unto tired eyes. By hills and waters, farms and solitudes. To wander by the day with wilful feet; Through fielded valleys wide with yellowing wheat ; Along gray roads that run between deep woods. Murmurous and cool ; through hallowed slopes of pine. Where the long daylight dreams, unpierced, unstirred. And only the rich-throated thrush is heard; By lonely forest brooks that froth and shine In bouldered crannies buried in the hillr.; By broken beeches tangled with wild vine. And log-strewn rivers murmurous with mills. In upland pastures, sown with gold, and sweet With the keen perfume of the ripening grass. Where wings of birds and filmy shadows pass. Spread thick as stars with shining marguerite; To haunt old fences overgrown with brier. Muffled in vines, and hawthorns, and wild cherries. Rank poisonous ivies, red-bunched elder- berries, 30 COMFORT OF THE FIELDS And pi^d blossoms to the heart's desire. Gray mullein towering into yellow bloom, Pink-tasseled milkweed, breathing dense per- fume. And swarthy vervain, tipped with violet fire. To hear at eve the bleating of far flocks. The mud-hen's whistle from the marsh at morn ; To skirt with deafened ears and brain o'erborne Some foam-filled rapid charging down its rocks With iron roar of waters ; far away Across wide-reeded meres, pensive with noon. To hear the querulous outcry of the loon; To lie among deep rocks, and watch all day On liquid heights the snowy clouds melt by; Or hear from wood-capped mountain-brows the jay Pierce the bright morning with his jibing cry. To feast on summer sounds ; the jolted wains. The thrasher humming from the farm near by. The prattling cricket's intermittent cry. The locust's rattle from the sultry lanes; Or in the shadow of some oaken spray. To watch, as through a mist of light and dreams. The far-off hay-fields, where the dusty teams Drive round and round the lessening squares of hay. And hear upon the wind, now loud, now low. With drowsy cadence half a summer's day. The clatter of the reapers come and go. ^f\ Ml! I k: LYRICS OF EARTH Far violet hills, horizons filmed with showers. The murmur of cool streams, the forest's gloom. The voices of the breathing grass, the hum Of ancient gardens overbanked with flowers: Thus, with a smile as golden as the dawn. And cool fair fingers radiantly divine. The mighty mother brings us in her hand. For all tired eyes and foreheads pinched and wan. Her restful cup, her beaker of bright wine: Drink, and be filled, and ye shall understand! AT THE FERRY ON such a day the shrunken stream Spends its last water and runs dry; Clouds like far turrets in a dream Stand baseless in the burning sky. On such a day at every rod The toilers in the hay-Held halt. With dripping brows, and the parched sod Yields to the crushing foot like salt. But here a little wind astir. Seen waterward in jetting lines. From yonder hillside topped with fir Comes pungent with the breath of pines; And here when all the noon hangs still. White-hot upon the city tiles, A perfume and a wintry chill Breathe from the yellow lumber-piles. 32 AT THE FERRY I And all day long there falls a blur Of noises upon listless ears, T he rumble of the trams, the stir Of barges at the clacking piers; The champ of wheels, the crash of steam. And ever, without change or stay, The drone, as through a troubled dream, Of waters falling far away. A tug-boat up the farther shore Half pants, half whistles, in her draught; The cadence of a creaking oar Falls drowsily; a corded raft Creeps slowly in the noonday gleam. And wheresoe'er a shadow sleeps The men lie by, or half a-dream. Stand leaning at the idle sweeps. And all day long in the quiet hay The eddying amber depths retard. And hold, as in a ring, at play. The heavy saw-logs notched and scarred; And yonder between cape and shoal. Where the long currents swing and shift. An aged punt-man with his pole Is searching in the parted drift. At moments from the distant glare The murmur of a railway steals Round yonder jutting point the air Is beaten with the puif of wheels; 33 r t jp Ji/ f LYRICS OF EARTH -t !.■ I And here at hand an open mill. Strong clamor at perpetual drive. With changing chant, now hoarse, now shrill. Keeps dinning like a mighty hive. A furnace over field and mead. The rounding noon hangs hard and white; Into the gathering heats recede The hollows of the Chelsea height; But under all to one quiet tune, A spirit in cool depths withdrawn. With logs, and dust, and wrack bestrewn. The stately river journeys on. 1 watch the swinging currents go Far down to where, enclosed and piled. The logs crowd, and the Gatineau Comes rushing from the northern wild. I see the long low point, where close The shore-lines, and the waters end, I watch the barges pass in rows That vanish at tlie tapering bend. I see as at the noon's pale core — A shadow that lifts clear and floats — The cabin'd village round the shore. The landing and the fringe of boats; Faint films of smoke that curl and wreathe. And upward with the like desire The vast gray church that seems to breathe In heaven with its drea.. ing spire. 0-1- ■- ■ •-■ -- ----■ --^^=.^..^.. ...-■-.... ^-.-- V AT THE FERRY ,1 And there the last blue boundaries rise. That guard within their compass furled This plot of earth: beyond them lies The mystery of the echoing world; And still my thought goes on, and yields New vision and new joy to me. Far peopled hil.s, and ancient fields. And cities by the crested sea. I see no more the barges pass. Nor mark the ripple round the pier. And all the uproar, mass on mass. Falls dead upon a vacant ear. Beyond the tumult of the mills. And all the city's sound and strife. Beyond the waste, beyond the hills, I look far out and dream of life. "i SEPTEMBER NOW hath the summer reached her golden cl'^^e. And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul. Scarcely perceives from her divine repose How near, how swift, the inevitable goal: Still, still, she smiles, though from her careless feet The bounty and the fruitful strength are gone. And through the soft long wondering days goes on The silent sere decadence sad and sweet. .10 ml 7T7 if LYRICS OF EARTH The kingbird and the pensive thrush are fled. Children of light, too fearful of the gloom; The sun falls low, the secret word is said. The mouldering woods grow silent as the tomb; Even the fields have lost their sovereign grace. The cone-flower and the marguerite ; and no more. Across the river's shadow-haunted floor. The paths of skimming swallows interlace. \i m I' 5'« Already in the outland wilderness The forests echo with unwonted dins ; In clamorous gangs the gathering woodmen press Northward, and the stern winter's toil begins. Around the long low shanties, whose rough lines Break the sealed dreams of many an unnamed lake. Already in the frost-clear morns awake The crash and thunder of the falling pines. Where the tilled earth, with all its fields set free. Naked and yellow from the harvest lies. By many a loft and busy granary. The hum and tumult of the thrashers rise; There the tanned farmers labor without slack. Till twilight deepens round the spouting mill. Feeding the loosened sheaves, or with fierce will. Pitching waist-deep upon the dusty stack. J SEPTEMBER Still a brief while, ere the old year quite pass. Our wandering steps and wistful eyes shall greet The leaf, the water, the beloved grass ; Still from these haunts and this accustomed seat I see the wood-wrapt city, swept with light. The blue long-shadowed distance, and, between. The dotted farm-lands with their parcelled green. The dark pine forest and the watchful height. I see the broad rough meadow stretched away Into the crystal sunshine, wastes of sod. Acres of withered vervain, purple-gray. Branches of aster, groves of goldenrod;. And yonder, toward the sunlit summit, strewn With shadowy boulders, crowned and swathed with weed. Stand ranks of silken thistles, blown to seed. Long silver fleeces shining like the noon. In far-ofF russet corn-fields, where the dry Gray shocks stand peaked and withering, half concealed In the rough earth, the orange pumpkins lie. Full-ribbed ; and in the windless pasture-field The sleek red horses o'er the sun-warmed ground Stand pensively about in companies. While all around them from the motionless trees The long clean shadows sleep without a sound. ^ ^ ^^ m ! I^i ( ' i r ■ ! 1 ! ;■ 1 1 1 1 ! ^ r», LYRICS OF EARTH Under cool elm-trees floats the distant stream, Moveless as air; and o'er the vast warm earth The fathomless daylight seems to stand and dream, A liquid cool elixir — all its girth Bound v^rith Taint haze, a frail transparency. Whose lucid purple barely veils and fills The utmost valleys and the thin last hills. Nor mars one whit their perfect clarity. Thus without grief the golden days go by. So soft we scarcely notice how they wend. And like a smile half happy, or a sigh. The summer passes to her quiet end ; And soon, too soon, around the cumbered eaves Sly frosts shall take the creepers by surprise. And through the wind-touched reddening woods shall rise October with the rain of ruined leaves. A RE-ASSURANCE WITH what doubting eyes, oh sparrow. Thou regardwst me. Underneath yon spray of yarrow. Dipping cautiously. Fear me not, oh little sparrow, \ Bathe and never fear. For to me both pool and yarrow And thyself are dear. -^8 larth ;am. 1, ives ise, ining row. THE POET'S POSSESSION THE POET'S POSSESSION THINK not, oh master of the well-tilled field. This earth is only thine ; for after thee. When all is sown and gathered and put by. Comes the grave poet with creative eye. And from these silent acres and clean plots. Bids with his wand the fancied after-yield, A second tilth and second harvest, be. The crop of images and curious thoughts. AN AUTUMN LANDSCAPE NO wind there is that either pipes or moans; The fields are cold and still; the sky Is covered with a blue-gray sheet Of motionless cloud; and at my feet The river, curling softly by. Whispers and dimples round its quiet gray stones. Along the chill green slope that dips and heaves The road runs rough and silent, lined With plum-trees, misty and blue-gray. And poplars pallid as the day. In masses spectral, undefined. Pale greenish stems half hid in dry gray leaves. And on beside the river's sober edge A long fresh field lies black. Beyond, Low thickets gray and reddish stand, 39 i ^^f \' ! I ■ ' I LYRICS OF EARTH llf Stroked white with birch; and near at hand. Over a little steel-smooth pond. Hang multitudes of thin and withering sedge. Across a waste and solitary rise A ploughman urges his dull team, A stooped gray figure with prone brow That plunges bending to the plough With strong, uneven steps. The stream Rings and re-echoes with his furious cries. Sometimes the lowing of a cow, long-drawn. Comes from far off; and crows in strings Pass on the upper silences. A flock of small gray goldfinches. Flown down with silvery twitterings. Rustle among the birch-cones and are gone. This day the season seems like one that heeds. With fixid ear and lifted hand. All moods that yet are known on earth. All motions that have faintest birth. If haply she may understand The utmost inward sense of all her deeds. ' i IN NOVEMBER WITH loitering step and quiet eye. Beneath the low November sky, I wandered in the woods, and found A clearing, where the broken ground 40 II I iiMiiMiiri I nil I ii I IN NOVEMBER '(, Was scattered with black stumps and briers. And the old wreck of forest fires. It was a bleak and sandy spot. And, all about, the vacant plot Was peopled and inhabited By scores of mulleins long since dead. A silent and forsaken brood In that mute opening of the wood. So shrivelled and so thin they were. So gray, so haggard, and austere. Not plants at all they seemed to me. But rather some spare company Of hermit folk, who long ago. Wandering in bodies to and fro. Had chanced upon this lonely way. And rested thus, till death one day' Surprised them at their compline prayer. And left them standing lifeless there. There was no sound about the wood Save the wind's secret stir. I stood Among the mullein-stalks as still As if myself had grown to be One of their sombre company, A body without wish or will. And as I stood, quite suddenly, Down from a furrow in the sky The sun shone out a little space Across that silent sober place. Over the sand heaps and brown sod. The mulleins and dead goldenrod, 41 *fl if ,1 .1 ii \ i X • ' LYRICS OF EARTH And passed beyond the thickets gray. And lit the tallen leaves that lay. Level and deep within the wood, A rustling yellow multitude. And all around me the thin light. So sere, so melancholy bright, , Fell like the half-reflected gleam Or shadow of some former dream; A moment's golden revery Poured out on every plant and tree A semblance of weird joy, or less, A sort of spectral happiness; And I, too, standing idly there. With muffled hands in the chill air. Felt the warm glow about my feet. And shuddering betwixt cold and heat. Drew my thoughts closer, like a cloak. While something in my blood awoke, A nameless and unnatural cheer, A pleasure secret and austere. BY AN AUTUMN STREAM NOW overhead. Where the rivulet loiters and stops. The bittersweet hangs from the tops Of the alders and cherries Its bunches of beautiful berries. Orange and red. 42 BY AN AUTUMN STREAM 'ti And the snowbirds flee. Tossing up on the far brown field. Now flashing and now concealed. Like fringes of spray That vanish and gleam on the gray- Field of the sea. Flickering light. Come the last of the leaves down borne. And patches of pale white corn In the wind complain. Like the slow rustle of rain Noticed by night. Withered and thinned. The sentinel mullein looms. With the pale gray shadowy plumes Of the goldenrod ; And the milkweed opens its pod. Tempting the wind. Aloft on the hill, A cloudrift opens and shines Through a break in its gorget of pines. And it dreams at my feet In a sad, silvery sheet. Utterly still. All things that be Seem plunged into silence, distraught. By some stern, some necessitous thought: 43 ^tl '4 IK' i i| ,••» LYRICS OF EARTH It wraps and enthralls Marsh, meadow, and forest j and falls Also on me. SNOWBIRDS ALONG the narrow sandy height I watch them swiftly come and go. Or round the leafless wood. Like flurries of wind-driven snow. Revolving in perpetual flight, A changing multitude. Nearer and nearer still they sway. And, scattering in a circled sweep. Rush down without a sound ; And now I see them peer and peep. Across yon level bleaK and gray. Searching the frozen ground, — Until a little wind upheaves. And makes a sudden rustling there. And then they drop their play. Flash up into the sunless air. And like a flight of silver leaves Swirl round and sweep away. 44 s / SNOW , SNOW WHITE are the far-off plains, and white The fading forests grow ; The wind dies out along the height. And denser still the snow, A gathering weight on roof and tree. Falls down scarce audibly. < I ii ♦^ The road before me smooths and fills Apace, and all about The fences dwindle, and the hills Are blotted slowly out ; The naked trees loom spectrally Into the dim white sky. The meadows and far-sheeted streams Lie still without a sound ; Like some soft minister of dreams The snow-fall hoods me round ; In wood ar J water, earth and air, A silence everywhere. Save when at lonely intervals Some farmer's sleigh, urged on. With rustling runners and sharp bells. Swings by me and is gone ; Or from the empty waste I hear A sound remote and clear; 45 LYRICS OF EARTH The barking of a dog, or call To cattle, sharply pealed. Borne echoing from some wayside stall Or barnyard far a-field ; Then all is silent, and the snow Falls, settling soft and slow. The evening deepens, and the gray Folds closer earth and sky ; The world seems shrouded far away ; Its noises sleep, and I, As secret as yon buried stream. Plod dumbly on^ and dream. SUNSET FROM this windy bridge at rest. In some former curious hour. We have watched the city's hue. All along the orange west. Cupola and pointed tower. Darken into solid blue. 46 Tho* the biting north wind breaks Full across this drifted hold. Let us stand with ic^d cheeks Watching westward as of old; SUNSET Past the violet mountain-head To the farthest fringe of pine. Where far off the purple-red Narrows to a dusky line. And the last pale splendors die Slowly from the olive sky; '- ,( Till the thin clouds wear away Into threads of purple-gray. And the sudden stars between Brighten in the pallid green; Till above the spacious east. Slow returned one by one, Like pale prisoners released From the dungeons of the su% Capella and her train appear In the glittering Charioteer; Till the rounded moon shall grow Great above the eastern snow. Shining into burnished gold; And the silver earth outrolled. In the misty yellow light. Shall take on the width of night. Ill 47 ■ ? 7 11 ' LYRICS OF EARTH 'I » WINTER-STORE SUBTLY conscious, all awake. Let us clear our eyes, and break Through the cloudy chrysalis. See the wonder as it is. Down a narrow alley, blind. Touch and vision, heart and mind, T *rned sharply inward, still we plod. Till the calmly smiling god Leaves us, and our spirits grow More thin, more acrid, as we go. Creeping by the sullen wall. We forego the power to see. The threads that bind us to the All, God or the Immensity; Whereof on the eternal road Man is but a passing mode. Too blind we are, too little see Of the magic pageantry. Every minute, every hour. From the cloudflake to the flower. Forever old, forever strange. Issuing in perpetual change From the rainbow gates of Time. But he who through this common air Surely knows the great and fair. What is lovely, what sublime. Becomes in an increasing span. One with earth and one with man. 48 -\ i ;4, !! pnv^'^nvmvw" «a^«ii«nnniPmB mmm MM WINTER-STORE One, despite these mortal scars. With the planets and the stars; And Nature from her holy place. Bending with unveiled face. Fills him in her divine employ With her own majestic joy. Up the fielded slopes at morn. Where light wefts of shadow pass. Films upon the bending corn, I shall sweep the purple grass. Sun-crowned heights and mossy woods. And the outer solitudes. Mountain-valleys, dim with pine. Shall be home and haunt of mine. I shall search in crannied hollows. Where the sunlight scarcely follows. And the secret forest brook Murmurs, and from nook to nook Forever downward curls and cools. Frothing in the bouldered pools. Many a noon shall find me laid In the pungent balsam shade. Where sharp breezes spring and shiver On some deep rough-coasted river. And the plangent waters come, Amber-hued and streaked with foam; Where beneath the sunburnt hills All day long the crowded mills With remorseless champ and scream Overlord the sluicing stream. If^ tfi 49 .11 LYRICS OF EARTH And the rapids' iron roar Hammers at the forest's core ; Where corded rafts creep slowly on. Glittering in the noonday sun. And the tawny river-dogs. Shepherding the branded logs. Bind and heave with cadenced cry; Where the blackened tugs go by. Panting hard and straining slow. Laboring at the weighty tow. Flat-nosed barges all in trim. Creeping in long cumbrous line. Loaded to the water's brim With the clean, cool-scented pine. Perhaps in some low meadow-land. Stretching wide on either hand, I shall see the belted bees Rocking with the tricksy breeze In the spired meadow-sweet. Or with eager trampling feet Burrowing in the boneset blooms. Treading out the dry perfumes. Where sun-hot hay-fields newly mown Climb the hillside ruddy brown, I shall see the haymakers. While the noonday scarcely stirs. Brown of neck and booted gray. Tossing up the rustling hay, While the hay-racks bend and rock. As they take each scented cock. so I 'i"*»^t!SL WINTER-STORE Jolting over dip and rise; And the wavering butterflies O'er the spaces brown and bare Light and wander here and there. I shall stray by many a stream. Where the half-shut lilies gleam. Napping out the sultry days In the quiet secluded bays ; Where the tasseled rushes tower. O'er the purple pickerel-flower. And the floating dragon-fly — Azure glint and crystal gleam — Watches o'er t^-e burnished stream With his eye of ebony ; Where the bull-frog lolls at rest On his float of lily-leaves. That the swaying water weaves. And distends his yellow breast. Lowing out from shore to shore With a hollow vibrant roar; Where the softest wind that blows, As it lightly comes and goes. O'er the jungled river meads. Stirs a whisper in the reeds. And wakes the crowded bull-rushes From their stately reveries. Flashing through their long-leaved hordes Like a brandish-ing of swords ; There, too, the frost-like arrow-flowers Tremble to the golden core, 51 i ] LYRICS OF EARTH Children of enchanted hours. Whom the rustling river bore In the night's bewildered noon. Woven of water and the moon. I shall hear the grasshoppers From the parched grass rehearse. And with drowsy note prolong Evermore the same thin song. I shall hear the crickets tell Stories by the humming well. And mark the locust, with quaint eyes. Caper in his cloak of gray Like a jester in disguise Rattling by the dusty way. ilS I shall dream by upland fences. Where the season's wealth condenses Over many a weedy wreck. Wild, uncared-for, desert places. That sovereign Beauty loves to deck With her softest, dearest graces. There the long year dreams in quiet. And the summer's strength runs riot. Shall I not remember these. Deep in winter reveries ? Berried brier and thistle-bloom. And milkweed with its dense perfume ; Slender vervain towering up In a many-branched cup. Like a candlestick, each spire 52 ^« *«tr*5Sik., WINTER-STORE Kindled with a violet fire; Matted creepers and wild cherries. Purple-bunched elderberries. And on scanty plots of sod Groves of branchy goldenrod. What though autumn mornings now, Winterward with glittering brow. Stiffen in the silver grass ; And what though robins flock and pass. With subdued and sober call. To the old year's funeral ; Though October's crimson leaves Rustle at the gusty door. And the tempest round the eaves Alternate with pipe and roar; I sit, as erst, unharmed, secure. Conscious that my store is sure. Whatsoe'er the fenced fields. Or the untilled forest yields Of unhurt remembrances. Or thoughts, far-glimpsed, half-followed, these 1 have reaped and laid away, A treasure of unwinnowed grain. To the garner packed and gray Gathered without toil or strain. Ill' And when the darker days shall come. And the fields are white and dumb; When our fires are half in vain. And the crystal starlight weaves 53 I u w I LYRICS OF EARTH Mockeries of summer leaves. Pictured on the icy pane; When the high aurora gleams Far above the Arctic streams Like a line of shifting spears. And the broad pine-circled meres. Glimmering in that spectral light. Thunder through the northern night; Then within the bolted door I shall con my summer store; Though the fences scarcely show Black above the drifted snow. Though the icy sweeping wind Whistle in the empty tree. Safe within the sheltered mind, I shall feed on memory. Yet across the windy night Comes upon its wings a cry; Fashioned forms and modes take flight. And a vision sad and high Of the laboring world down there. Where the lights burn red and warm. Pricks my soul with sudden stare. Glowing through the veils of storm. In the city yonder sleep Those who smile and those who weep. Those whose lips are set with care. Those whose brows are smooth and fair; *«-,! 54 *