Then in vain o'er tower and turret, From the walls and woodland nests, When the Minster bells rang noontide, Gathered the unwelcome guests. Then in vain, with cries discordant, Clamourous round the Gothic spire, Screamed the feathered Minnesingers For the children of the choir! Time has long effaced the inscriptions On the cloister's funeral stones; And tradition only tells us Where repose the poet's bones. But around the vast cathedral, THE BRIDGE. I STOOD on the bridge at midnight, I saw her bright reflection And the currents that came from the ocean As, sweeping and eddying through them, Rose the belated tide, And, streaming into the moonlight, The seaweed floated wide. And like those waters rushing How often, oh, how often, In the days that had gone by, I had stood on that bridge at midnight And gazed on that wave and sky! How often, oh, how often, I had wished that the ebbing tide Would bear me away on its bosom O'er the ocean wild and wide! For my heart was hot and restless, And the burden laid upon me Seemed greater than I could bear. But now it has fallen from me; Yet whenever I cross the river And I think how many thousands Of care-encumbered men, Each bearing his burden of sorrow, Have crossed the bridge since then. I see the long procession Still passing to and fro, The young heart hot and restless, And for ever, and for ever, As long as the river flows, The moon and its broken reflection TO THE DRIVING CLOUD. GLOOMY and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omawhaws; Gloomy and dark, as the driving cloud, whose name thou hast taken! Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket, I see thee stalk through the city's Narrow and populous streets, as once by the margin of rivers Stalked those birds unknown, that have left us only their footprints. What, in a few short years, will remain of thy race but the footprints ? How canst thou walk in these streets, who hast trod the green turf of the prairies ? How canst thou breathe in this air, who hast breathed the sweet air of the mountains ? Ah! 'tis in vain that with lordly looks of disdain thou dost challenge Looks of dislike in return, and question these walls and these pavements, |