So constant as my heart would be, "Twere well for others as for me ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. August Weather EAD heat and windless air, DEAD And silence over all; Never a leaf astir, But the ripe apples fall; Plums are purple-red, Pears amber and brown ; Thud! in the garden-bed Ripe apples fall down. Air like a cider-press With the bruised apples' scent; Low whistles express Some sleepy bird's content; Still world and windless sky, A mist of heat o'er all; KATHARINE TYNAN. NATURE Autumn Song O clouds are in the morning sky, Who says that life and love can die In all this northern gleam? At every turn the maples burn, The quail is whistling free, The partridge whirs, and the frosted burs. In the clear October morning. Along our path the woods are bold, The buckwheat tops are red: And over the stubble tread! Ho! hilly ho! heigh O ! Hilly bo! In the clear October morning. EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. The Snow-Storm ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Come see the north wind's masonry. And when his hours are numbered, and the world RALPH WALDO EMERSON. NATURE Among the Rocks OH, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth ; Listening the while, where on the heap of stones The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet. That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; If Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows. you loved only what were worth your love, Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you: Make the low nature better by your throes! Give earth yourself, go up for gain above! ROBERT BROWNING. The Sea-Limits CONSIDER the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible— Is the sea's end: our sight may pass Last utterly, the whole sky stands, Listen alone beside the sea, Shall have one sound alike to thee: Hark where the murmurs of thronged men Gather a shell from the strown beach DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI. In cabin'd ships, at sea N cabin'd ships, at sea, The boundless blue on every side expanding, With whistling winds and music of the waves,—the large imperious waves.—In such, Or some lone bark, buoy'd on the dense marine, She cleaves the ether, mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night, By sailors young and old, haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, In full rapport at last. |