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H. D.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +</div> +<p class="noindent pfirst"><em class="italics large">XII. LYRICS: A LIST.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<ol class="upperroman simple"> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#in-the-north">IN THE NORTH.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#a-road-song-in-may">A ROAD SONG IN MAY.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#the-landsman">THE LANDSMAN.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#the-ghost">THE GHOST.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#a-song-in-august">A SONG IN AUGUST.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#to-autumn">TO AUTUMN.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#three-grey-days">THREE GREY DAYS.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#the-watch">THE WATCH.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#the-seekers">THE SEEKERS.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#fellowship">FELLOWSHIP.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#the-lodger">THE LODGER.</a></p> +</li> +<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#march-wind">MARCH WIND.</a></p> +</li> +</ol> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="in-the-north"><span class="large">I. </span><em class="italics large">IN THE NORTH.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Come, let us go and be glad again together</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Where of old our eyes were opened and we knew that we were free!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Come, for it is April, and her hands have loosed the tether</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>That has bound for long her children.—who her children more than we?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Hark! hear you not how the strong waters thunder</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Down through the alders with the word they have to bring?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Even now they win the meadow and the withered turf is under,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And, above, the willows quiver with foreknowledge of the spring.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Yea, they come, and joy in coming: for the giant hills have sent them.—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The hills that guard the portal where the South has built her throne:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Unloitering their course is,—can wayside pools content them,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Who were born where old pine forests for the sea forever moan?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And they, behind the hills, where forever bloom the flowers,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>So they ever know the worship of the re-arisen Earth?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Do their hands ever clasp such a happiness as ours,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Now the waters foam about us and the grasses have their birth?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Fair is their land,—yea fair beyond all dreaming,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>With its sun upon the roses and its long summer day;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Yet surely they must envy us our vision of the gleaming</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Of our lady's white throat as she comes her ancient way.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>For their year is never April—Oh what were Time without her!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Yea, the drifted snows may cover us, yet shall we not complain:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Knowing well our Lady April—all her raiment blown about her—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Will return with many kisses for our unremembered pain!</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="a-road-song-in-may"><span class="large">II. </span><em class="italics large">A ROAD SONG IN MAY.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>O come! Is it not surely May?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The year is at its poise today.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Northward, I hear the distant beat</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Of Spring's irrevocable feet:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Tomorrow June will have her way.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>O tawny waters, flecked with sun,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Come: for your labours all are done.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The grey snow fadeth from the hills;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And toward the sound of waking mills</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Swing the brown rafts in, one by one.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>O bees among the willow-blooms,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Forget your empty waxen rooms</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Awhile, and share our golden hours!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Will they not come, the later flowers,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>With their old colours and perfumes?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>O wind that bloweth from the west,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Is not this morning road the best?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—Let us go hand in hand, as free</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And glad as little children be</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>That follow some long-dreamed-of quest!</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="the-landsman"><span class="large">III. </span><em class="italics large">THE LANDSMAN.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"It well may be just as you say,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Will Carver, that your tales are true;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Yet think what I must put away,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Will Carver, if sail with you."</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"If you should sail with me (the wind</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Is west, the tide's at full, my men!)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The things that you have left behind</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Will be as nothing to you then."</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"Inland, it's June! And birds sing</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Among the wooded hills, I know;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Between green fields, unhastening,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The Nashwaak's shadowed waters flow.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"What know you of such things as these</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Who have the grey sea at your door,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Whose path is as the strong winds please</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Beyond this narrow strip of shore?"</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"</span><em class="italics">Your</em><span> fields and woods! Now, answer me:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Up what green path have your feet run</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>So wide as mine, when the deep sea</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Lies all-uncovered to the sun?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And down the hollows of what hills</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Have you gone—half so glad of heart</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>As you shall be when our sail fills</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And the great waves ride far apart?"</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"O! half your life is good to live,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Will Carver; yet, if I should go,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>What are the things that you can give</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Lest I regret the things I know!</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"Lest I desire the old life's way?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The noises of the crowded town?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The busy streets, where, night and day,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The traffickers go up and down?"</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"What can I give for these? Alas,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>That all unchanged your path must be!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Strange lights shall open as we pass</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And alien wakes traverse the sea;</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"Your ears shall hear (across your sleep)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>New hails, remote, disquieted,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>For not a hand-breadth of the deep</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>But has to soothe some restless dead.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"These things shall be. And other things,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>I think, not quite so sad as these!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—Know you the song the rigging sings</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>When up the opal-tinted seas</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"The slow south-wind comes amorously?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The sudden gleam of some far sail</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Going the same glad way as we,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Hastily, lest the good wind fail?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>"The dreams that come (so strange, so fair!)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>When all your world lies well within</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The moving magic circle where</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The sea ends and the skies begin?"......</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>......"What port is that, so far astern,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Will Carver? And how many miles</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Shall we have run ere the tide turn?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—And is it far to the farthest isles?"</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="the-ghost"><span class="large">IV. </span><em class="italics large">THE GHOST.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Just where the field becomes the wood</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>I thought I saw again</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Her old remembered face—made grey</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>As it had known the rain.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>The trees grow thickly there; no place</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Has half so many trees;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And hunted things elude one there</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Like ancient memories.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>The path itself is hard to find,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And slopes up suddenly;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—In the old days it was a path</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>None knew so well as we.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>The path slopes upward, till it leaves</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The great trees far behind;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—I met her once where the slender birch</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Grow up to meet the wind.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Where the poplars quiver endlessly</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And the falling leaves are grey,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>I saw her come, and I was glad</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>That she had learned the way.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>She paused a moment where the path</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Grew sunlighted and broad;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Within her hair slept all the gold</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Of all the golden-rod.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And then the wood closed in on her.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And my hand found her hand;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>She had no words to say, yet I</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Was quick to understand.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>I dared to look in her two eyes;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>They too, I thought, were grey:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>But no sun shone, and all around</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Great, quiet shadows lay.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Yet, as I looked, I surely knew</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>That they knew nought of tears,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>But this was very long ago,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—A year, perhaps ten years.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>All this was long ago. Today,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Her hand met not with mine;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And where the pathway widened out</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>I saw no gold hair shine.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>I had a weary, fruitless search,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—I think that her wan face</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Was but the face of one asleep</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Who dreams she knew this place.</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="a-song-in-august"><span class="large">V. </span><em class="italics large">A SONG IN AUGUST.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>O gold is the West and gold the river-waters</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Washing past the sides of my yellow birch canoe,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Gold are the great drops that fall from my paddle,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The far-off hills cry a golden word of you.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>I can almost see you! Where its own shadow</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Creeps down the hill's side, gradual and slow.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>There you stand waiting; the goldenrod and thistle</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Glad of you beside them—the fairest thing they know.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Down the worn foot-path, the tufted pines behind you,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Grey sheep between,—unfrightened as you pass;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Swift through the sun-glow, I to my loved one</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Come, striving hard against the long trailing grass.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Soon shall I ground on the shining gravel-reaches:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Through the thick alders you will break your way:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Then your hand in mine, and our path is on the waters,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>For us the long shadows and the end of day.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Whither shall we go? See, over to the westward,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>An hour of precious gold standeth still for you and me;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Still gleams the grain, all yellow on the uplands;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>West is it, or East, O Love that you would be?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>West now, or East? For, underneath the moonrise,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Also it is fair; and where the reeds are tall,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And the only little noise is the sound of quiet waters,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Heavy, like the rain, we shall hear the duck-oats fall.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And perhaps we shall see, rising slowly from the driftwood,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>A lone crane go over to its inland nest:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Or a dark line of ducks will come in across the islands</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And sail overhead to the marshes of the west.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Now a little wind rises up for our returning;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Silver grows the East as the West grows grey;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Shadows on the waters, shaded are the meadows,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The firs on the hillside—naught so dark as they.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Yet we have known the light!—Was ever such an August?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Your hand leave mine; and the new stars gleam</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>As we separately go to our dreams of opened heaven,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The golden dawn shall tell you that you did not dream.</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="to-autumn"><span class="large">VI. </span><em class="italics large">TO AUTUMN.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>How shall I greet thee, Autumn? with loud praise</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And joyous song and wild, tumultuous laughter?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Or unrestrained tears?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Shall I behold only the scarlet haze</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Of these thy days</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>That come to crown this best of all the years?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Or shall I hear, even now, those sad hours chime—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Those unborn hours that surely follow after</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The shedding of thy last-relinquished leaf—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Till I, too, learn the strength and change of time</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Who am made one with grief?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>For now thou comest not as thou of old</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Wast wont to come; and now mine old desire</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Is sated not at all</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>With sunset-visions of thy splendid gold</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Or fold on fold</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Of the stained clouds thou hast for coronal.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Still all these ways and things are thine, and still</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Before thine altar burneth the ancient fire;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The blackness of the pines is still the same,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And the same peace broodeth behind the hill</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Where the old maples flame.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>I, counting these, behold no change; and yet,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>To-day, I deem, they know not me for lover,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Nor live because of me.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And yesterday, was it not thou I met,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Thy warm lips wet</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And purpled with wild grapes crushed wantonly,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And yellow wind-swept wheat bound round thy hair,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Thy brawn breast half set free and half draped over</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>With long green leaves of corn? Was it not thou,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Thy feet unsandaled, and thy shoulders bare</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>As the gleaned fields are now?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Yea, Autumn, it was thou, and glad was I</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>To meet thee and caress thee for an hour</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And fancy I was thine;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>For then I had not learned all things must die</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Under the sky,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>That everywhere (a flaw in the design!)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Decay crept in, unquickening the mass,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Creed, empire, man-at-arms, or stone, or flower.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>In my unwisdom then, I had not read</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The message writ across Earth's face, alas,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>But scanned the sun instead.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>For all men sow; and then it happeneth—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>When harvest time is come, and thou are season—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Each goeth forth to reap.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>"This cometh unto him" (perchance one saith)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>"Who laboreth:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>This is my wage: I will lie down and sleep."—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>He maketh no oblation unto Earth.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Another, in his heart divine unreason,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Seeing his fields lie barren in the sun,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Crieth, "O fool! Behold the little worth</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Of that thy toil hath won!"</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And so one sleepeth, dreaming of no prayer;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And so one lieth sleepless, till thou comest</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>To bid his cursing cease;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Then, in his dreams, envieth the other's share.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Whilst, otherwhere,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Thou showest still thy perfect face of peace,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>O Autumn, unto men of alien lands!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Along their paths a little while thou roamest.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>A little while they deem thee queenliest,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And good the laying-on of thy warm hands,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And then, they, too, would rest.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>They, too, would only rest, forgetting thee!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>But I, who am grown the wiser for thy loving,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Never may thee deny!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And when the last child hath forsaken me,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And quietly</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Men go about the house wherein I lie,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>I shall lie glad, feeling across my face</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Thy damp and clinging hair, and thy hands moving</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>To find my wasted hands that wait for thine</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Beneath white cloths; and, for one whisper's space,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Autumn, thy lips on mine!</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="three-grey-days"><span class="large">VII. </span><em class="italics large">THREE GREY DAYS.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>If she would come, now, and say, </span><em class="italics">What will you Lover?</em><span>—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>She who has the fairest gifts of all the earth to give—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Think you I should ask some tremendous thing to prove her,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Her life, say, and all her love, so long as she might live?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Should I touch her hair? her hands? her garments, even?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Nay! for such rewards the gods their own good time have set!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Once, these were </span><em class="italics">all</em><span> mine: the least, poor one was heaven:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Now, lest she remember, I pray that she forget.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Merely should I ask—ah! she would not refuse them</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Who still seems very kind when I meet with her in dreams—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Only three of our old days, and—should she help to choose them</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Would the first not be in April, beside the sudden streams?......</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Once, upon a morning, up the path that we had taken,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>We saw Spring come where the willow-buds are grey;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Heard the high hills, as with tread of armies, shaken;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Felt the strong sun—O, the glory of that day!</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And then—what? one afternoon of quiet summer weather</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>O, woodlands and meadow-lands along the blue St. John,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>My birch finds a path—though your rafts lie close together—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Then O! what starry miles before the grey o' the dawn!........</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>I have met the new day, among the misty islands,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Come with whine of saw-mills and whirr of hidden wings,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Gleam of dewy cobwebs, smell of grassy highlands.—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Ah! the blood grows young again thinking of these things.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Then, last and best of all! Though all else were found hollow</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Would Time not send a little space, before the Autumn's close,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And lead us up the road—the old road we used to follow</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Among the sunset hills till the Hunter's Moon arise?......</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Then, Home through the poplar-wood! damp across our faces</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The grey leaves that fall, the moths that flutter by:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Yea! this for me, now, of all old hours and places,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>To keep when I am dead, Time, until she come to die.</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="the-watch"><span class="large">VIII. </span><em class="italics large">THE WATCH.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Are those her feet at last upon the stair?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Her trailing garments echoing there?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The falling of her hair?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>About a year ago I heard her come,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Thus; as a child recalling some</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Vague memories of home.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>O how the firelight blinded her dear eyes!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>I saw them open, and grow wise:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>No questions, no replies.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And now, tonight, comes the same sound of rain.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The wet boughs reach against the pane</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>In the same way, again.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>In the old way I hear the moaning wind</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Hunt the dead leaves it cannot find,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Blind as the stars are blind.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>—She may come in at midnight, tired and wan,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Yet,—what if once again at dawn</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>I wake to find her gone?</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="the-seekers"><span class="large">IX. </span><em class="italics large">THE SEEKERS.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Is it very long ago things were as they are</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Now? or was it ever? or is it to be?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Was it up this road we came, glad the end was far?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Taking comfort each of each, singing cheerily?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>O, the way was good to tread! Up hill and down;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Past the quiet forestlands, by the grassy plains;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Here a stony wilderness, there an ancient town,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Now the high sun over us, now the driving rains.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Strange and evil things we met—but what cared we,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Strong men and unafraid, ripe for any chance?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Battles by the countless score, red blood running free—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Soon we learned that all of these were our inheritance.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Some of us there were that fell: what was that to us?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>They were weak—we were strong—health we held to yet:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Pleasant graves we digged them, we the valorous,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Then to the road again, striving to forget.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Once again upon the road! The seasons passed us by—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Blood-root and mayflowers, grasses straight and tall,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Scarlet banners on the hills, snowdrifts white and high,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>One by one we lived them through, giving thanks for all.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>O, the countries that we found in our wandering!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Wide seas without a sail, islands fringed with foam,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Undiscovered till we came, waiting for their king,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>We might tarry but a while, far away from home.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Far away the home we sought,—soon we must be gone;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The old road, the old days, still we clung to those;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The dawn came, the noon came, the dusk came, the dawn—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Still we kept upon this path long ago we chose.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>* * * * *</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Was it up this road we came, glad the end was far,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Yesterday,—last year—a million years ago?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Surely it was morning then: now, the twilight star</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Hangs above the hidden hills—white and very low.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Quietly the Earth takes on the hush of things asleep;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>All the silence of the birds stills the moveless air;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—Yet we must not falter now, though the way be steep;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Just beyond the turn o' the road,—surely Peace is thee!</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="fellowship"><span class="large">X. </span><em class="italics large">FELLOWSHIP</em><span class="large">.</span></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">1.</span></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>At last we reached the pointed firs</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And rested for a little while;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The light of home was in her smile</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And my cold hand grew warm as her's.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Behind, across the level snow,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>We saw the half-moon touch the hill</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Where we had felt the sunset; still</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Our feet had many miles to go.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And now, new little stars were born</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>In the dark hollows of the sky:—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Perhaps (she said) lest we should die</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Of weariness before the morn.</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">2.</span></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Once, when the year stood still at June,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>At even we had tarried there</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Till Dusk came in—her noiseless hair</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Trailing along a pathway strewn</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>With broken cones and year-old things,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>But now, tonight, it seemed that She</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Therein abode continually,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>With weighted feet and folded wings,</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And so we lingered not for dawn</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>To mark the edges of out path;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>But with such home a blind man hath</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>At midnight, we went groping on.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>—I do not know how many firs</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>We stumbled past in that still wood:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Only I know that once we stood</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Together there—my lips on her's.</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">3.</span></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Between the midnight and the dawn</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>We came out on the farther side;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—What if the wood </span><em class="italics">was</em><span> dark and wide?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Its shadows now here far withdrawn,</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And O the white stars in the sky!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And O the glitter of the snow!—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Henceforth we know our feet should know</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Fair ways to travel—she and I—</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>For One—Whose shadow is the Night—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Unwound them where the Great Bear swung</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And wide across the darkness flung</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>The ribbons of the Northern Light.</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="the-lodger"><span class="large">XI. </span><em class="italics large">THE LODGER.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>What! and do you find it good,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Sitting here alone with me?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Hark! the wind goes through the wood</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And the snow drifts heavily,</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>When the morning brings the light</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>How know I you will not say,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>"What a storm there fell last night,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Is the next inn far away?"</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>How know I you do not dream</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Of some country where the grass</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Grows up tall around the gleam</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Of the milestones you must pass?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Even now perhaps you tell</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>(While your hands play through my hair)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Every hill, each hidden well,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>All the pleasant valleys there,</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>That before a clear moon shines</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>You will be with them again!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—Hear the booming of the pines</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And the sleet against the pane.</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">2.</span></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Wake, and look upon the sun,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>I awoke an hour ago,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>When the night was hardly done</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And still fell a little snow,</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Since the hill-tops touched the light</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Many things have my hands made,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Just that you should think them right</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And be glad that you have stayed.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>—How I worked the while you slept!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Scarcely did I dare to sing!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>All my soul a silence kept—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Fearing your awakening.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Now, indeed, I do not care</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>If you wake; for now the sun</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Makes the least of all things fair</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>That my poor two hands have done.</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">3.</span></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>No, it is not hard to find.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>You will know it by the hills—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Seven—sloping up behind;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>By the soft perfume that fills</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>(O, the red, red roses there!)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Full the narrow path thereto:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>By the dark pine-forest where</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Such a little wind breathes through;</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>By the way the bend o' the stream</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Takes the peace that twilight brings:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>By the sunset, and the gleam</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Of uncounted swallows' wings.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>—No, indeed, I have not been</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>There: but such dreams I have had!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And, when I grow old, the green</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Leaves will hide me, too, made glad.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Yes, you must go now, I know.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>You are sure you understand?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>—How I wish that I could go</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Now, and lead you by the hand.</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst" id="march-wind"><span class="large">XII. </span><em class="italics large">MARCH WIND.</em></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> +</div> +<!-- --> +<blockquote> +<div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>High above the trees, swinging in across the hills,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>There's a wide cloud, ominous and slow;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And the wind that rushes over sends the little stars to cover</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And the wavering shadows fade along the snow.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Surely on my window (Hark the tumult of the night!)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>That's a first, fitful drop of scanty rain;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And the hillside wakes and quivers with the strength of newborn rivers</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Come to make our Northland glad and free again.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>O remember how the snow fell the long winter through!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Was it yesterday I tied your snowshoes on?</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>All my soul grew wild with yearning for the sight of you returning</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>But I waited all those hours that you were gone,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>For I watched you from our window through the blurring flakes that fell</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Till you gained the quiet wood, and then I knew</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>(When our pathways lay together how we revelled in such weather!)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>That the ancient things I loved would comfort you.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Now I knew that you would tarry in the shadow of the firs</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And remember many winters overpast:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>All the hidden signs I found you of the hiding life around you,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Sleeping patient till the year should wake at last.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Here a tuft of fern underneath the rounded drift:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>A rock, there, behind a covered spring;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And here, nowhither tending, tracks beginning not nor ending,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Was it bird or shy four-footed furry thing?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And remember how we followed down the woodman's winding trail!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>By the axe-strokes ringing louder, one by one,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Well we knew that we were nearing now the edges of the clearing,—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>O the gleam of chips all yellow in the sun!</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>But the twilight fell about us as we watched him at his work;</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And in the south a sudden moon, hung low,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Beckoned us beyond the shadows—down the hill—across the meadows</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Where our little house loomed dark against the snow.</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>And that night, too—remember?—outside our quiet house,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Just before the dawn we heard the moaning wind:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Only then its wings were weighted with the storm itself created</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And it hid the very things it came to find.</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>In the morn, when we arose, and looked out across the fields,</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>(Hark the branches! how they shatter overhead!)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Seemed it not that Time was sleeping, and the whole wide world was keeping</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>All the silence of the Houses of the dead?</span></div> +</div> +<div class="line-block outermost"> +<div class="line"><span>Ah, but that was long ago! And tonight the wind foretells</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>(Hark, above the wind, the little laughing rills!)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Earth's forgetfulness of sorrow when the dawn shall break tomorrow</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>And lead me to the bases of the hills:</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>To the low southern hills where of old we used to go—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>(Hark the rumour of ten thousand ancient Springs!)</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>O my love, to thy dark quiet—far beyond our North's mad riot—</span></div> +<div class="line"><span>Do thy new Gods bring remembrance of such things?</span></div> +</div> +</div> +</blockquote> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> +</div> +<p class="center pfirst"><span class="large">A Canadian Calendar: XII Lyrics +<br />written by Francis Sherman and +<br />privately printed in Havana is +<br />issued at Christmastide M.C.M.</span></p> +<div class="vspace" style="height: 6em"> +</div> +<!-- -*- encoding: utf-8 -*- --> +<div class="backmatter"> +</div> +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 39796 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |