THE SONNET OF THE MOUNTAIN (AFTER MELLIN DE SAINT GELLAIS) WHEN from afar these mountain tops I view, WHE I do but mete mine own distress thereby : High is their head, and my desire is high; Firm is their foot, my faith is certain too. E'en as the winds about their summits blue, A thousand flocks upon them feed and stray; No fruit have they, my lot as fruitless is; 1886. REGRETS (AFTER JOACHIM DU BELLAY) HAPPY the man, like wise Ulysses tried, When shall I see, from my small hamlet-side, Once more the blue and curling smoke unrolled? When the poor boundaries of my house beholdPoor, but to me as any province wide? Ah, more than these imperious piles of Rome More than the Tiber's flood my Loire is still! 1886. ALAS! REGRETS (AFTER JOACHIM DU BELLAY) LAS! where now doth scorn of fortune hide? And where the heart that still must conqueror be; Where the strong hope of immortality, And that fine flame to common souls denied? Where is the joyance which, at eventide, Through the brown night the silver moon could see, With all the Nine, whenas, in fancy free, I led them dance, some sacred stream beside? Dame Fortune now is mistress of my soul, For after-time no more have I desire; 1886. TO MONSIEUR DE LA MOTHE LE LE (AFTER MOLIÈRE) ET thy tears flow, LE VAYER, let them flow: None of scant cause thy sorrowing can accuse, Since, losing that which thou for aye dost lose, E'en the most wise might find a ground for woe. Vainly we strive with precepts to forgo No grief, alas! can now bring back again Graced as he was by all the world reveres, 1886. "ALBI, NE DOLEAS" (HOR., I. 33) LOVE mocks us all. Then cast aside These tuneful plaints, my Albius tried For heartless Glycera, from thee Fled to a younger lover. See, Low-browed Lycoris burns denied For Cyrus; he-though goats shall bide So Venus wills, and joys to guide 'Neath brazen yoke pairs ill-allied In form and mind. So linked she me (Whom worthier wooed) to Myrtale, Fair, but less kind than Hadria's tide :Love mocks us all! : 1887. |