1. The Hearth
Flagging, the fire survives—Wind in the chimney and gustsThat sough against the walls—To warm whatever livesAnd movesInto its radiant fluxThat flares and fallsWhere the hearthIs another star in the dark of the earth.
2. Woman Wa [...]
We, who have loved a long clean rapier,
Shall bend above an old man's walking stick—
Shall prop the straight, proud swiftness which we were
With shaking hands that once were sure and quick.
And, who will cry the foulness of this shame:
O happy little bird, crying above
A sudden wind of murmuring violins,
Brief is the flight into the blue we love—
One sky-mad note before descent begins.
Down, down, into a stirring marsh of sound:
Froglike bassoon and reedy clarinet,
Courageous runner from some distant wood,
Bearing the news of spring's bright victory!
So must the proud Pheidippides have stood,
Quivering to tell that Athens was still free.
Praise to the god that let you reach our walls
And cry us to the [...]
Cytherea, too long have you betrayed,
By subtle magic, merely mortal eyes,
And touched the passing of a simple maid
With sweet but most bewildering surprise.
Out of the beauty of trim ships at sea
You fashion girls that through green meadows [...]
You seem a little sister of the trees
That nod their heads before the still, blue noon;
But you will grow into a litheness soon
That mocks a slim bough shaken in the breeze.
About you beauty's brilliant birds will flit,
And of your quiet prese [...]
There was an age, before the earth seemed old,
When we went through the fields where April walked,
And saw the world on fire with blue and gold,
And shared strange secrets though we never talked.
Love was as light as shadows on the grass,
And cl [...]
A lady came from Northern Lands
To the blue-hill counties of the South;
Magnolia-white were her flitting hands,
Geranium-red her sweet, small mouth.
She lingered but a bud-brief while
In the quiet of the South Countree;
A kiss, a look, a st [...]
Leave me unknown where hundreds hurry by,
Unhoused and lost where many people dwell;
But let me hear, far off, a cattle bell
Go tinkling underneath a star-mad sky.
Cast me out tired on a long, hard road,
To know the ache of limbs, the beaten [...]
Chisels of time and circumstance
Roughed out their forms; then want and pain
Cut Gothic details in their glance,
That they might mock the wind and rain.
All day they crouch against cold walls;
Or, chafing bony hands, they creep
To where so [...]
She must amuse whoever comes her way
In the tiled palace where she plays the Fool
To all coarse lords who bring their bit of pay.
She sits and bravely smirks upon her stool,
While old men lean their legs against her knee
And fat ones give her [...]
Seeing men walk along the avenue,
One would not think of soldiers under fire;
Grey spats, a cane, a tidy scarf of blue
Would hardly seem a fighting man's attire.
No hidden gunner tries to snipe them down,
No batteries compel a crazed retreat,
You know how brave a little candle glows
When a tired heart is waiting in the dark,
And what a light of friendliness it throws
Upon the face of walls and chairs and stark
Old table edges peering through the gloom.
Emptiness, and a candle peopl [...]
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The Plentiful Hills
Red flowers of the creeper hold New honey cupped in pips.
The hummingbird, in a blur of gold,
Poises and sips.
A great tree up the woods is full Of the walnut's fruity green And a squirrel in the hot noon lull Chaffers unsee [...]
SUMMER in its green fatness burns and blows.
Peace diapers the nodding wood.
The heart is as full as the udders of the cows And aches to feel all well, but knows Our time is enemy of good.
News is as black and angry as the crows
Quarreling around the [...]
The light again, at the same early hour,
Wakes birds that can still chirp in windy cold.
This is like mornings that have been before;
But village streets and country orchards hold Since yesterday their featherweight of snow,
And, though some color [...]
BEYOND, in a great circle, swings the sky And the blown clouds of a November day.
Like the last leaves the years are driven by Over the excellent dead within this clay.
Action came after dream, deed followed thought.
So early were they up, so full of [...]
Carry me not, like dead Endymion,
A frozen image cold within your mind.
This is the changing flesh, to look upon,
To time and all its forfeitures consigned.
How shall your heart have known, when we are broken,
The hot and troubled pulse which [...]
NOON IN BARBOUR COUNTY Heat has baked the sky pure blue, And the earth a copper hue; Silent piles of white clouds blow To the Gulf of Mexico; And black buzzards slowly fly Down the vast deserted sky. With the fiery thirst of June Burns the furnace of [...]
Though it grieve you,
This is all that I shall leave you:
White and slender Bouyant bodies,
Which will gender
Love and wonder;
Beauty newer Than leaves under
April's flashing Silver rainfalls And their splashing.
To the youngest I leave dreaming;
Autumn has changed to spring since I last wrote.
There should be stars out where you walk tonight.
Tomorrow your blue eyes will fill with light
From open fields, sprung greenly to the note
Cried by new birds that hop about the loam,
And from [...]
Ghosts are the only lovely things:
Ghost of a bell that wakes and rings
When silence all the belfry keeps
And the old bellman deeply sleeps;
Ghost of a ship, green fathoms drowned,
Where wraith-like fishes peer around;
Ghosts of flowers that [...]
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The archives are giving up their dead. Mr. Gamal iel Bradford, in America, and Mr. Lytton Strachey, in England, have for some years been exceedingly [...]
God was a ghostly fox that fled;
But a hound can scent where fox has ranged:
“Before the green of the leaves has changed
I will cry God out of his mountain bed.
“Yea, he is cunning to hide his flight
In the shifting mists of nights and [...]
Slim are the bodies
Of Helen’s three daughters,
Slim and as snowy
As swans on blue waters.
Like water lilies
Asleep on the river
Drift Helen’s daughters
Where leaves lean and quiver.
Three silver minnows
That leap in the shallows [...]
It is a land of gullies and red dust,
Of drouth, and sudden rainfall, and thick mud.
Ignorance walks its backroads, letting blood;
And, still, I love it well, because I must.
Land of no sudden winters, where the fall
Is but a dark cessation of t [...]
Something more clinging than the mud
Slows the ascent.
Files reach To the farthest turning of the road
And more wait on the beach.
With steps which sometimes slip, men climb
Past the first monuments—
An enemy helmet in the slime,
The foxhole [...]