WITH THE MOUNTAINS. frontier strength ye stand your ground, With grand content ye circle round, Tumultuous silence for all sound, Ye distant nursery of rills, Monadnock, and the Peterboro' hills ; Sailing through rain and sleet, Through winter's cold and summer's heat; Not skulking close to land, With cargo contraband; For they who sent a venture out by ye Have set the sun to see Their honesty. Ships of the line, each one, Ye to the westward run, Always before the gale, Under a press of sail, With weight of metal all untold; I seem to feel ye, in my firm seat herc Immeasurable depth of hold, And breadth of beam, and length of running gear. Methinks ye take luxurious pleasure In your novel western leisure ; THE MOUNTAINS. 31 For ye lie at your length, An unappropriated strength, Unhewn primeval timber For knees so stiff, for masts so limber; Fit for the stanchions of a world Which through the seas of space is hurled. While we enjoy a lingering ray, Edged with silver and with gold, The clouds hang o'er in damask fold, Where still a few rays slant, That even heaven seems extravagant. On the earth's edge mountains and trees Stand as they were on air graven, Or as the vessels in a haven Await the morning breeze. I fancy even Through your defiles windeth the way to heaven; And yonder still, in spite of history's page, Linge. the golden and the silver age ; Upon the laboring gale The news of future centuries is brought, From your remotest vale. But special I remember thee, Wachusett, who like me Standest alone without society. Thy far blue eye, A remnant of the sky, Seen through the clearing or the gorge, Or from the windows of the forge, Doth leaven all it passes by. Nothing is true, But stands 'tween me and you, Thou western pioneer, Who know'st not shame nor fear, Under the eaves of heaven, And can'st expand thee there, And breathe enough of air; Upholding heaven, holding down earth, Thy pastime from thy birth, Not steadied by the one, nor leaning on the other May I approve myself thy worthy brother! H. D. Thoreau. THALATTA. HALATTA! Thalatta! TH I greet thee, thou Ocean eternal ! I give thee ten thousand times greeting, As, ages since, hailed thee Those ten thousand Greek hearts, Fate-conquering, home-yearning, World-renowned Greek hearts. THALATTA. The billows were rolling, Were rolling and roaring, The sun poured downward incessant Affrighted, the flocks of the sea mews 33 The steeds were stamping, the shields were clanging, And far, like a shout of victory, echoed Thalatta! Thalatta! Thou Ocean eternal, I greet thee! Like the tongue of my home is the dash of thy waters! Like dreams of my childhood now sparkle before me Of the trifles I loved in the days of my boyhood, Of the gold fish, the pearls, and gay sea-shells, Below in thy houses of crystal! Oh! how have I languished, A-weary in exile! Like a poor faded flower shut up in an herbal 'Tis as if I had sat through the winter The emerald Spring, sun awakened! On the trees are the white blossoms rustling, With moist loving eyes full of beauty. All is fragrance and murmurs and soft airs and laughter, And in the blue heavens the birds are a-singing Thalatta! Thalatta! From the German of Heine. W THE VOYAGE. E left behind the painted buoy That tosses at the harbor-mouth; Warm broke the breeze against the brow, Caught the shrill salt, and sheer'd the gale. And swept behind so quick the run, : We felt the good ship shake and reel, We seem'd to sail into the sun! |