We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed IO AFTER THE RAIN The rain has ceased, and in my room From out the dripping ivy-leaves, And now it glimmers in the sun, PAMPINEA AN IDYL Lying by the summer sea I had a dream of Italy. Chalky cliffs and miles of sand, Her hair was like a coronet Upon her Grecian forehead set, Like Venice, when first seen at sea! I saw within her violet eyes And on her brow and breast and hand And knowing how in other times I heard a tale that was not told And shook from out the scented trees The tale? I have forgot the tale! A Lady all for love forlorn, A rose-bud, and a nightingale That bruised his bosom on the thorn; A glen, a corpse, a child asleep, A Monk, that was no monk at all, In the moonlight by a castle wall. Now while the large-eyed Tuscan wove The gilded thread of her romance Which I have lost by grievous chance- Beside me in our seaside nook, [The selections from Timrod are reprinted from the copyrighted Memorial edition of his poems, with the permission of the B. F. Johnson Publishing Co.] THE LILY CONFIDANTE Lily, lady of the garden, Let me press my lip to thine: Listen thou to mine. "With a speech as chaste and gentle, Ear of child or ear of angel, Speak, or be thou dumb. "Woo her thus, and she shall give thee All the girl within her bosom, And her woman's soul." 1858. CHARLESTON Calm as that second summer which precedes The first fall of the snow, In the broad sunlight of heroic deeds The City bides the foe. As yet, behind their ramparts stern and proud, Dark Sumter like a battlemented cloud 45 5 Meanwhile, through streets still echoing with trade, Walk grave and thoughtful men Whose hands may one day wield the patriot's blade And maidens with such eyes as would grow dim Over a bleeding hound Seem each one to have caught the strength of him 20 |