Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. UNIVERSITY PRESS: WELCH, BIGELOW, & Co., THE My windows shake and my chimney roars; My Elmwood chimneys seem crooning to me, As of old, in their moody, minor key, And out of the past the hoarse wind blows, "Ho! ho! nine-and-forty," they seem to sing, "We saw you a little toddling thing, We knew you child and youth and man, A wonderful fellow to dream and plan, With a great thing always to come, who knows? Well, well! 't is some comfort to toast one's toes. "How many times have you sat at gaze Till the mouldering fire forgot to blaze, 4 Shaping among the whimsical coals Fancies and figures and shining goals! While hickory lasts you can toast your toes. "O dream-ship-builder! where are they all, Your grand three-deckers, deep-chested and tall, That should crush the waves under canvas piles, And anchor at last by the Fortunate Isles? There's gray in your beard, the years turn focs, While you muse in your arm-chair and toast your toes." I sit and dream that I hear, as of yore, By the embers of loss I count my gains, You and yours with the best, till the old hope glows In the fanciful flame, as I toast my tocs. |