Lyrics of Earth Part 2

I pa.s.sed through the gates of the city, And I heard the small birds sing, I laid me down in the meadows Afar from the bell-ringing.

In the depth and the bloom of the meadows I lay on the earth's quiet breast, The poplar fanned me with shadows, And the veery sang me to rest.

Blue, blue was the heaven above me, And the earth green at my feet; "Oh, Life! Oh, Life!" I kept saying, And the very word seemed sweet.

WITH THE NIGHT

O doubts, dull pa.s.sions, and base fears, That hara.s.sed and oppressed the day, Ye poor remorses and vain tears, That shook this house of clay:

All heaven to the western bars Is glittering with the darker dawn; Here with the earth, the night, the stars, Ye have no place: begone!

JUNE

Long, long ago, it seems, this summer morn That pale-browed April pa.s.sed with pensive tread Through the frore woods, and from its frost-bound bed Woke the arbutus with her silver horn; And now May, too, is fled, The flower-crowned month, the merry laughing May, With rosy feet and fingers dewy wet, Leaving the woods and all cool gardens gay With tulips and the scented violet.

Gone are the wind-flower and the adder-tongue And the sad drooping bellwort, and no more The snowy trilliums crowd the forest's floor; The purpling gra.s.ses are no longer young, And summer's wide-set door O'er the thronged hills and the broad panting earth Lets in the torrent of the later bloom, Haytime, and harvest, and the after mirth, The slow soft rain, the rus.h.i.+ng thunder plume.

All day in garden alleys moist and dim, The humid air is burdened with the rose; In moss-deep woods the creamy orchid blows; And now the vesper-sparrows' pealing hymn From every orchard close At eve comes flooding rich and silvery; The daisies in great meadows swing and s.h.i.+ne; And with the wind a sound as of the sea Roars in the maples and the topmost pine.

High in the hills the solitary thrush Tunes magically his music of fine dreams, In briary dells, by boulder-broken streams; And wide and far on nebulous fields aflush The mellow morning gleams.

The orange cone-flowers purple-bossed are there, The meadow's bold-eyed gypsies deep of hue, And slender hawkweed tall and softly fair, And rosy tops of fleabane veiled with dew.

So with thronged voices and unhasting flight The fervid hours with long return go by; The far-heard hylas piping shrill and high Tell the slow moments of the solemn night With unremitting cry; l.u.s.trous and large out of the gathering drouth The planets gleam; the baleful Scorpion Trails his dim fires along the droused south; The silent world-incrusted round moves on.

And all the dim night long the moon's white beams Nestle deep down in every brooding tree, And sleeping birds, touched with a silly glee, Waken at midnight from their blissful dreams, And carol brokenly.

Dim surging motions and uneasy dreads Scare the light slumber from men's busy eyes, And parted lovers on their restless beds Toss and yearn out, and cannot sleep for sighs.

Oft have I striven, sweet month, to figure thee, As dreamers of old time were wont to feign, In living form of flesh, and striven in vain; Yet when some sudden old-world mystery Of pa.s.sion fired my brain, Thy shape hath flashed upon me like no dream, Wandering with scented curls that heaped the breeze, Or by the hollow of some reeded stream Sitting waist-deep in white anemones;

And even as I glimpsed thee thou wert gone, A dream for mortal eyes too proudly coy, Yet in thy place for subtle thought's employ The golden magic clung, a light that shone And filled me with thy joy.

Before me like a mist that streamed and fell All names and shapes of antique beauty pa.s.sed In garlanded procession with the swell Of flutes between the beechen stems; and last,

I saw the Arcadian valley, the loved wood, Alpheus stream divine, the sighing sh.o.r.e, And through the cool green glades, awake once more, Psyche, the white-limbed G.o.ddess, still pursued, Fleet-footed as of yore, The noonday ringing with her frighted peals, Down the bright sward and through the reeds she ran, Urged by the mountain echoes, at her heels The hot-blown cheeks and trampling feet of Pan.

DISTANCE

To the distance! Ah, the distance!

Blue and broad and dim!

Peace is not in burgh or meadow, But beyond the rim.

Aye, beyond it, far beyond it; Follow still my soul, Till this earth is lost in heaven, And thou feel'st the whole.

THE BIRD AND THE HOUR

The sun looks over a little hill And floods the valley with gold-- A torrent of gold; And the hither field is green and still; Beyond it a cloud outrolled, Is glowing molten and bright; And soon the hill, and the valley and all, With a quiet fall, Shall be gathered into the night.

And yet a moment more, Out of the silent wood, As if from the closing door Of another world and another lovelier mood, Hear'st thou the hermit pour-- So sweet! so magical!-- His golden music, ghostly beautiful.

AFTER RAIN

For three whole days across the sky, In sullen packs that loomed and broke, With flying fringes dim as smoke, The columns of the rain went by; At every hour the wind awoke; The darkness pa.s.sed upon the plain; The great drops rattled at the pane.

Now piped the wind, or far aloof Fell to a sough remote and dull; And all night long with rush and lull The rain kept drumming on the roof: I heard till ear and sense were full The clash or silence of the leaves, The gurgle in the creaking eaves.

But when the fourth day came--at noon, The darkness and the rain were by; The sunward roofs were steaming dry; And all the world was flecked and strewn With shadows from a fleecy sky.

The haymakers were forth and gone, And every rillet laughed and shone.

Then, too, on me that loved so well The world, despairing in her blight, Uplifted with her least delight, On me, as on the earth, there fell New happiness of mirth and might; I strode the valleys pied and still; I climbed upon the breezy hill.

I watched the gray hawk wheel and drop, Sole shadow on the s.h.i.+ning world; I saw the mountains clothed and curled, With forest ruffling to the top; I saw the river's length unfurled, Pale silver down the fruited plain, Grown great and stately with the rain.

Through miles of shadow and soft heat, Where field and fallow, fence and tree, Were all one world of greenery, I heard the robin ringing sweet, The sparrow piping silverly, The thrushes at the forest's hem; And as I went I sang with them.

CLOUD-BREAK

With a turn of his magical rod, That extended and suddenly shone, From the round of his glory some G.o.d Looks forth and is gone.

To the summit of heaven the clouds Are rolling aloft like steam; There's a break in their infinite shrouds, And below it a gleam.

O'er the drift of the river a whiff Comes out from the blossoming sh.o.r.e; And the meadows are greening, as if They never were green before.

The islands are kindled with gold And russet and emerald dye; And the interval waters outrolled Are more blue than the sky.

From my feet to the heart of the hills The spirits of May intervene, And a vapor of azure distills Like a breath on the opaline green.

Only a moment!--and then The chill and the shadow decline, On the eyes of rejuvenate men That were wide and divine.