LAUS MARIÆ. ACROSS the brook of Time man leaping goes Of neutrals, kill-times, sleeps, indifferencies. O'er vantages of wealth, place, learning, tact. But thou within thyself, dear manifold heart, Dost bind all epochs in one dainty Fact. Oh, sweet, my pretty sum of history, BALTIMORE, 1874-5. SPECIAL PLEADING. TIME, hurry my Love to me : Haste, haste! Lov'st not good company? Oh, would that I might divine Thy name beyond the zodiac sign Wherefrom our times-to-come descend. He called thee Sometime. Change it, friend: Now-time sounds so much more fine! Sweet Sometime, fly fast to me : Poor Now-time sits in the Lonesome-tree And calls, When wilt thou come, O Love? Good Moment, that giv'st him me, Wast ever in love? Maybe, maybe Thou 'It be this heavenly velvet time Or haply some noon afar, -O life's top bud, mixt rose and star, How ever can thine utmost sweet Till thy rich reds full opened are? Well, be it dusk-time or noon-time, I ask but one small boon, Time: Come thou in night, come thou in day, I care not, I care not: have thine own way, But only, but only, come soon, Time. BALTIMORE, 1875. THE BEE. WHAT time I paced, at pleasant morn, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report of Dian's lustihood Far down a heavenly hollow. Mine ear, though fain, had pain to follow : Most ficklewise about, or here, or there, I marked a blossom shiver to and fro Thrust up its sad-gold body lustily, A cunning sound In that wing-music held me: down I lay Her kneeling Live-Oak, thousand-fold to plight As some dim blur of distant music nears To forms of time and apprehensive tune, Interpretation throve: the bee's fanfare, Through sequent films of discourse vague as air, "O Earth, fair lordly Blossom, soft a-shine To thee Come I, a poet, hereward haply blown, -Worldflower, if thou refuse me- Prithee, abuse me not, Prithee, refuse me not, Yield, yield the heartsome honey love to me Hid in thy nectary!" And as I sank into a dimmer dream The pleading bee's song-burthen sole did seem: "Hast ne'er a honey-drop of love for me In thy huge nectary?" TAMPA, FLORIDA, 1877. |