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I love to enter pleasure by a postern, 10, benediction of the higher mood Not the broad popular gate that gulps And human-kindness of the lower! for the mob;
both To find my theatres in roadside nooks, I will be grateful while I live, nor quesWhere men are actors, and suspect it tion not;
The wisdom that hath made us what we Where Nature all unconscious works are, her will,
With such large range as from the aleAnd every passion moves with easy house bench gait,
Can reach the stars and be with both at Unhampered by the buskin or the train. home. Hating the crowd, where we gregarious They tell us we have fallen on prosy men
days, Lead lonely lives, I love society, Condemned to glean the leavings of Nor seldom find the best with simple earth's feast souls
Where gods and heroes took delight of Unswerved by culture from their native bent,
But though our lives, moving in one The ground we meet on being primal d ull round man
Of repetition infinite, become And nearer the deep bases of our lives. Stale as a newspaper once read, and
though But O, half heavenly, earthly half, my History herself, seen in her workshop, soul,
seem Canst thou from those late ecstasies To have lost the art that dyed those descend,
glorious panes, Thy lips still wet with the miraculous Rich with memorial shapes of saint and wine
sage, That transubstantiates all thy baser stuff That pave with splendor the Past's To such divinity that soul and sense, dusky aisles, – Once more commingled in their source, Panes that enchant the light of common are lost, -
day Canst thou descend to quench a vulgar With colors costly as the blood of thirst
kings, With the mere dregs and rinsings of the Till with ideal hues it edge our world?
thought, Well, if my nature find her pleasure Yet while the world is left, while nature so,
lasts, I am content, nor need to blush; 1 And man the best of nature, there shall take
be My little gift of being clean from God, Somewhere contentment for these human Not haggling for a better, holding it
hearts, Good as was ever any in the world, Some freshness, some unused material My days as good and full of miracle. I For wonder and for song. I lose myself I pluck my nutriment from any bush, In other ways where solemn guide-posts Finding out poison as the first men say, did
This way to Knowledge, This way to By tasting and then suffering, if I must. Repose, Sometimes my bush burns, and some. But here, here only, I am ne'er betimes it is
trayed, A leafless wilding shivering by the wall; For every by-path leads me to my love. But I have known when winter barberries
God's passionless reformers, influences, Pricked the effeminate palate with sur. That purify and heal and are not seen, prise
Shall man say whence your virtue is, or Of savor whose mere harshness seemed i how divine.
| Ye make medicinal the wayside weed ?
I know that sunshine, through whatever Slept and its shadow slept ; the woodex rift
bridge How shaped it matters not, upon my Thundered, and then was silent; on the wallo
roofs Paints discs as perfect-rounded as its The sun-warped shingles rippled with source,
the heat ; And, like its antitype, the ray divine, Summer on field and hill, in heart and However finding entrance, perfect still, 1 brain, Repeats the image unimpaired of God. All life washed clean in this high tide of
June. We, who by shipwreck only find the shores
DARA. Of divine wisdom, can but kneel at first;
WHEN Persia's sceptre trembled in a Can but exult to feel beneath our feet,
hand That long stretched vainly down the | Wilted with harem-heats, and all the yielding deeps,
land The shock and sustenance of solid earth; | Was hovered over by those vulture ills Inland afar we see what temples gleam That snuff decaying empire from afar, Through inmemorial stems of sacred Then, with a nature balanced as a star, groves,
Dara arose, a shepherd of the hills. And we conjecture shining shapes there
in; Yet for a space we love to wonder here | He who had governed fleecy subjects Among the shells and sea-weed of the
Made his own village by the selfsame
Secure and quiet as a guarded fold ; So mused I once within my willow-tent Then, gathering strength by slow and One brave June morning, when the wise degrees bluff northwest,
Under his sway, to neighbor villages Thrusting aside a dank and snuffling Order returned, and faith and justice day
old. That made us bitter at our neighbors'
sins, Brimmed the great cup of heaven with
Now when it fortuned that a king more
wise sparkling cheer And roared a lusty stave; the sliding
Endued the realm with brain and hands Charles,
and eyes, Blue toward the west, and bluer and Hes
buer and He sought on every side men brave and more blue,
just; Living and lustrous as a woman's eyes
And having heard our mountain shepLook once and look no more, with south
How he refilled the mould of elder days, ward curve Ran crinkling sunniness, like Helen's To Dara gave a satrapy in trust.
hair Glimpsed in Elysium, insubstantial So Dara shepherded a province wide, gold;
Nor in his viceroy's sceptre took more From blossom-clouded orchards, far pride away
Than in his crook before; but envy The bobolink tinkled; the deep mead finds ows flowed
More food in cities than on mountains With multitudinous pulse of light and bare ; shade
And the frank sun of natures clear and Against the bases of the southern hills, rare While here and there a drowsy island Breeds poisonous fogs in low iind marish rick
Soon it was hissed into the royal ear, 1 “For ruling wisely I should have small That, though wise Dara's province, year skill, by year,
Were I not lord of simple Dara still ; Like a great sponge, sucked wealth and That sceptre kept, I could not lose my plenty up,
way. Yet, when he squeezed it at the king's Strange dew in royal eyes grew round behest,
and bright, Some yellow drops, more rich than all And strained the throbbing lids ; before the rest,
't was night Went to the filling of his private cup. Two added provinces blest Dara's sway. For proof, they said, that, wheresoe'er
he went, A chest, beneath whose weight the camel - THE FIRST SNOW-FALL.
bent, Went with him ; and no mortal eye had The snow had begun in the gloaming, seen
And busily all the night What was therein, save only Dara's | Had been heaping field and highway own ;
With a silence deep and white. But, when 't was opened, all his tent was known
Every pine and fir and hernlock To glow and lighten with heaped jewels'
I Wore ermine too dear for an earl, sheen.
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree The King set forth for Dara's province
Was ridged inch deep with pearl. straight; There, as was fit, outside the city's gate, From shells new-roofed with Carrara The viceroy met him with a stately train, Came Chanticleer's muflled crow, And there, with archers circled, close at The stiff rails softened to swan's-down, hand,
And still tluttered down the snow. A camel with the chest was seen to stand :
I stood and watched by the window The King's brow reddened, for the guilt! The noiseless work of the sky, was plain.
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, “ Open me here,” he cried, “this treas
Like brown leaves whirling by. ure-chest!" "I' was done; and only a worn shepherd's I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn vest
Where a little headstone stood ; Was found therein. Some blushed and How the flakes were folding it gently, hung the head;
As did robins the babes in the wood. Not Dara ; open as the sky's blue roof He stood, and “O my lord, behold the Up spoke our own little Mabel, proof
| Saying, “Father, who makes it That I was faithful to my trust,” he snow ?” said.
And I told of the good All-father
Who cares for us here below. “ To govern men, lo all the spell I had ! ) My soul in these rude vestments ever clad
Again I looked at the snow-fall, Still to the unstained past kept true and
And thought of the leaden sky leal,
| That arched o'er our first great sorrow. Still on these plains could breathe her. When that inound was heaped so high
mountain air, And fortune's heaviest gifts serenely I remembered the gradual patience bear,
That fell from that cloud like snow, Which bend men from their truth and Flake by Aike, healing and hiding make them reel.
I The scar that renewed our woe.
And again to the child I whispered, “The snow that husheth all,
He mounted and rode three days and Darling, the merciful Father
nights Alone can make it fall !"
Till he came to Vanity Fair, Then, with eyes that saw not. I kissed And 't was easy to buy the gems and her ;
the silk, And she. kissing back. could not! But no Singing Leaves were there.
know That my kiss was given to her sister,
Then deep in the greenwood rode he, · Folded close under deepening snow.
And asked of every tree,
I pray you give it me!”
But the trees all kept their counsel,
And never a word said they,
Only there sighed from the pine-topg
A music of seas far away.
“What fairings will ye that I bring ?” | Only the pattering aspen
Said the King to his daughters three ;l Made a sound of growing rain, “For I to Vanity Fair am boun, That fell ever faster and faster, Now say what shall they be ?”
Then faltered to silence again. Then up and spake the eldest daughter, “0, where shall I find a little foot-page That lady tall and grand :
That would win both hose and shoon, "O, bring me pearls and diamonds great, And will bring to me the Singing Leaves And gold rings for my hand.'
If they grow under the moon ?" Thereafter spake the second daughter, Then lightly turned him Walter the
That was both white and red : “For me bring silks that will stand By the stirrup as he ran : alone,
“Now pledge you me the truesome word And a gold comb for my head.”
Of a king and gentleman, Then came the turn of the least daugh
'7" That you will give me the first, first That was whiter than thistle-down,
thing And among the gold of her blithesome
| You meet at your castle-gate, hair
And the Princess shall get the Singing Dim shone the golden crown.
Or mine be a traitor's fate." “ There came a bird this morning,
And sang 'neath my bower eaves, The King's head dropt upon his breast Till I dreamed, as his music made me, A moment, as it might be ; *Ask thou for the Singing Leaves."" | 'T will be my dog, he thought, and said,
“My faith I plight to thee." Then the brow of the King swelled crimson
Then Walter took from next his heart With a flush of angry scorn :
A packet small and thin, “ Well have ye spoken, my two eldest,
"Now give you this to the Princess And chosen as ye were born ;
Anne, “But she, like a thing of peasant race,
The Singing Leaves are therein." That is happy binding the sheaves'' ; Then he saw her dead mother in her And said, “ Thou shalt have thy As the King rode in at his castle-gate, leaves."
A maiden to meet him ran,
And “Welcome, father!” she laughed And all the mint and anise that I pay and cried
But swells my debt and deepens my Together, the Princess Anne.
self-blame. " Lo, here the Singing Leaves," quoth Shall I less patience have than Thou, he,
who know “And woe, but they cost me dear!” She took the packet, and the smile
That Thou revisit'st all who wait for
thee, Deepened down beneath the tear.
Nor only fill'st the unsounded deeps It deepened down till it reached her
But dost refresh with punctual overflow And then gushed up again,
The rifts where unregarded mosses be? And lighted her tears as the sudden sun Transfigures the summer rain.
The drooping sea-weed hears, in night
abyssed, And the first Leaf, when it was opened, Far and more far the wave's receding Sang: “I am Walter the page,
shocks, And the songs 1 sing 'neath thy window Nor doubts, for all the darkness and the Are my only heritage.”
That the pale shepherdess will keep her And the second Leaf sang : “But in the
And shoreward lead again her foamThat is neither on earth or sea,
fleeced flocks. My lute and I are lords of more Than thrice this kingdom's fee."
For the same wave that rims the Carib And the third Leaf sang, “Be mine!
With momentary brede of pearl and "Be mine!” And ever it sang, “Be mine!"
Goes hurrying thence to gladden with Then sweeter it sang and ever sweeter, And said, “I am thine, thine, thine!”
Lorn weeds bound fast on rocks of LabAt the first Leaf she grew pale enough,
nough, By love divine on one sweet errand At the second she turned aside,
rolled. At the third, 't was as if a lily flushed With a rose's red heart's tide.
And, though Thy healing waters far “Good counsel gave the bird," said she,
withdraw, “I have my hope thrice o'er,
1, too, can wait and feed on hope of
Thee For they sing to my very heart," she
And of the dear recurrence of Thy law, said, “And it sings to them evermore.”
Sure that the parting grace my morning
saw She brought to him her beauty and Abides its time to come in search of me. truth,
1854. But and broad earldoms three, And he made her queen of the broader
THE FINDING OF THE LYRE. lands He held of his lute in fee.
THERE lay upon the ocean's shore 1851.
What once a tortoise served to cover.
A year and more, with rush and roar, SEA-WEED.
The surf had rolled it over,
Had played with it, and flung it by, Not always unimpeded can I pray, As wind and weather might decide it, Nor, pitying saint, thine intercession Then tossed it high where sand-drifts claim;
- dry Too closely clings the burden of the day, Cheap burial might provide it.