Ο NCE, Paumanok, The Mocking-Bird. [From "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking."] When the snows had melted, and the Fifth-month grass was growing, Up this sea-shore, in some briars, Two guests from Alabama, - two together, And their nest, and four light green eggs, spotted with brown, And every day the he-bird, to and fro near at hand, And every day the she-bird, crouched on her nest, silent, with bright eyes, And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never disturbing them, Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating. "Shine! shine! shine! Pour down your warmth, great Sun! While we bask-we two together. "Two together! Winds blow south, or winds blow north Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Till, of a sudden, Maybe killed, unknown to her mate, One forenoon the she-bird crouched not on the nest, Nor returned that afternoon, nor the next, Nor ever appeared again. And thenceforward, all summer, in the sound of the sea, And at night, under the full of the moon, in calmer weather, Over the hoarse surging of the sea, Or flitting from briar to briar by day, I saw, I heard at intervals, the remaining one, the hebird, The solitary guest from Alabama. "Blow! blow! blow! Blow up, sea-winds, along Paumanok's shore! I wait and I wait, till you blow my mate to me." Yes, when the stars glistened, All night long, on the prong of a moss-scalloped stake, Down, almost amid the slapping waves, Sat the lone singer, wonderful, causing tears. Β' To The Humblebee. URLY, dozing humblebee! Where thou art is clime for me; Insect lover of the sun, When the south-wind, in May days, And, with softness touching all, Hot midsummer's petted crone, |