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Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the, Woman is the lesser man, and all thy passions, battle-flags were furled
matched with mine, In the parliament of man, the federation of the Are as moonlight unto sunlight, and as water world.
There the common sense of most shall hold a Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. fretful realm in awe,
Ah for some retreat And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in uni. Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life versal law.
began to beat ! So I triumphed ere my passion sweeping through | Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father, me left me dry,
evil-starred; Left me with a palsied heart, and left me with I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish the jaundiced eye;
uncle's ward. Eye, to which all order festers, all things here Or to burst all links of habit, – there to wander
are out of joint. Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on On from island unto island at the gateways of from point to point :
Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creep- Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and ing nigher,
happy skies, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a Breadths of tropic shade and palms in cluster, slowly dying fire.
knots of Paradise.
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing Never comes the trader, never floats an European purpose runs,
flag, And the thoughts of men are widened with the Slides the bird o'er lustrous woodland, swings process of the suns.
the trailer from the crag,
What is that to him that reaps not harvest of Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs the his youthful joys,
heavy-fruited tree, Though the deep heart of existence beat forever Summer isles of Eden lying in dark purple like a boy's ?
spheres of sea.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers; and I There, methinks, would be enjoyment more than linger on the shore,
in this march of mind And the individual withers, and the world is In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts more and more.
that shake mankind.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he There the passions, cramped no longer, shall bears a laden breast,
have scope and breathing-space ; Full of sad experience moving toward the still. I will take some savage woman, she shall rear ness of his rest.
my dusky race.
Hark! my merry comrades call me, sounding on Iron-jointed, supple-sinewed, they shall dive, the bugle horn,
and they shall run, They to whom my foolish passion were a target Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their for their scorn ;
lances in the sun,
Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the mouldered string ?
rainbows of the brooks, I am shamed through all my nature to have loved Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable so slight a thing
Weakness to be wroth with weakness ! woman's Fool, again the dream, the fancy ! but I know pleasure, woman's pain
my words are wild, Nature made them blinder motions bounded in But I count the gray barbarian lower than the a shallower brain ;
fair to see,
I, to herd with narrow foreheads, vacant of our | For his, too, somewhat. Let him stand unblamed; glorious gains,
None say, he gave me less than honor claimed, Like a beast with lower pleasures, like a beast Except one trifle scarcely worth being named with lower pains !
The heart. That's gone. The corrupt dead might Mated with a squalid savage,
· what to me were
be sun or clime?
As easily raised up, breathing, I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files As he could bring his whole heart back to me. of time,
I never sought him in coquettish sport, I, that rather held it better men should perish Or courted him as silly maidens court, one by one,
And wonder when the longed-for prize falls short Than that earth should stand at gaze like Joshua's moon in Ajalon!
I only loved him, any woman would :
But shut my love up till he came and sued, Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, Then poured it o'er his dry life like a flood.
forward let us range ; Let the great world spin forever down the ring. I was so happy I could make him blest ! ing grooves of change.
So happy that I was his first and best,
As he mine, — when he took me to his breast. Through the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day:
Ah me! if only then he had been true! Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of If for one little year, a month or two, Cathay.
He had given me love for love, as was my due ! Mother-age, (for mine I knew not,) help me as Or had he told me, ere the deed was done, when life begun,
He only raised me to his heart's dear throne Rift the hills, and roll the waters, flash the Poor substitute — because the queen was gone ! lightnings, weigh the sun,
0, had he whispered, when his sweetest kiss 0, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath Was warm upon my mouth in fancied bliss, not set ;
He had kissed another woman even as this, – Ancient founts of inspiration well through all my fancy yet.
It were less bitter! Sometimes I could weep
To be thus cheated, like a child asleep; Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Were not my anguish far too dry and deep.
Locksley Hall ! Now for me the woods may wither, now for me So I built my house upon another's ground; the roof-tree fall.
Mocked with a heart just caught at the rebound,
A cankered thing that looked so firm and sound. Comes a vapor from the margin, blackening over heath and holt,
And when that heart grew colder, -- colder still, Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a I, ignorant, tried all duties to fulfil, thunderbolt.
Blaming my foolish pain, exacting will, Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or All, — anything but him. It was to be fire or snow;
The full draught others drink up carelessly For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, and was made this bitter Tantalus-cup for me.
I say again, – he gives me all I claimed,
I and my children never shall be shamed :
He is a just man, -- he will live unblamed.
Only -- 0 God, O God, to cry for bread,
And get a stone! Daily to lay my head
Upon a bosom where the old love's dead !
" She loves with love that cannot tire :
So, the truth 's out. I'll grasp it like a snake,
Dead ? - Fool! It never lived. It only stirred
He 'll keep that other woman from my sight.
Lest I should grieve, or jealous anger show.
And so my silent moan begins and ends,
friends Or sneer of foes, with this my torment blends.
None knows, -none heeds. I have a little pride;
And I shall take his children to my arms ;
DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK.
One morning (I remember well)
Thenceforth I set myself to play
Had it lived long, I do not know
With sweetest milk and sugar, first
It is a wondrous thing how fleet
I have a garden of my own,
DEATH OF THE WHITE FAWN.
The wanton troopers, riding by,
Inconstant Sylvio, when yet
Tears that had melted his soft heart : for years
Wept he as bitter tears ! “Merciful God!" such was his latest prayer,
“These may she never share !" Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold
Than daisies in the mould,
His name and life's brief date.
WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR.
IN A YEAR.
And then to me 't would boldly trip,
O, help! O, help! I see it faint,
I in a golden phial will
Now my sweet fawn is vanished to
First, my unhappy statue shall
NEVER any more
While I live, Need I hope to see his face
As before. Once his love grown chill,
Mine may strive, Bitterly we re-embrace,
Was it something said,
Something done, Vexed him ? was it touch of hand,
Turn of head ?
When I sewed or drew,
First of all Up his cheek the color sprang,
Then he heard.
THE MAID'S LAMENT.
Sitting by my side,
At my feet,
Touched the sweet:
Sweet to him.
I Loved him not ; and yet, now he is gone,
I feel I am alone.
Alas ! I would not check.
And wearied all my thought
My love, could he but live
’T was vain, in holy ground
I waste for him my breath
And this lone bosom burns
And waking me to weep
“Speak, - I love thee best!"
He exclaimed. “Let thy love my own foretell,"
I confessed : “Clasp my heart on thine
Now unblamed, Since upon thy soul as well
Time shall make the bushes green ;
Time dissolve the winter snow;
Froin the Portuguese of LUIS DE CAMOENS.
Translation of LORD STRANGFORD.
FROM "ZOPHIEL, OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN."
Was it wrong to own,
His alone ?
I gave these.
- To be just,
Gold for dust,
him what he praised,
Was it strange? Would he loved me yet,
On and on, While I found some way undreamed,
- Paid my debt! Gave more life and more,
gone, He should smile, “She never seemed
Must I think?
He should smile. “Dying for my sake
White and pink!
But they break ?"
Do thy part, Have thy pleasure. How perplext
Grows belief! Well, this cold clay clod
Was man's heart. Crumble it, - and what comes next?
Is it God?
The hard has sung, God never formed a soul
Without its own peculiar mate, to meet Its wandering half, when ripe to crown the whole Bright plan of bliss most heavenly, most com
plete. But thousand evil things there are that hate
To look on happiness : these hurt, impede, And leagued with time, space, circumstance, and
fate, Keep kindred heart from heart, to pine, and
pant, and bleed.
And as the dove to far Palmyra flying
From where her native founts of Antioch beam, Weary, exhausted, longing, panting, sighing,
Lights sadly at the desert's bitter stream ; So many a soul, o'er life's drear desert faring, Love's pure congenial spring unfound, un
quafred, Suffers — recoils — then thirsty and despairing Of what it would, descends and sips the near. est draught !
MARIA GOWEN BROOKS (Maria del Occidente)
SHIPS AT SEA.
FLOWERS are fresh, and bushes green,
Cheerily the linnets sing ;
Lives not through the scorn of years ;
I HAVE ships that went to sea
More than fifty years ago ; None have yet come home to me,
But are sailing to and fro.
Flying low, flying low.
From me, sailing round the world : And I've said, “I'm half afraid
That their sails will ne'er be furled.' Great the treasures that they holdi, Silks, and plumes, and bars of gold ; While the spices that they bear Fill with fragrance all the air,
As they sail, as they sail.