Not one to save her, of all the pitying angels in heaven! time. White, she stood, and mute, till he put forth his hand to secure her; Then she turned and leaped,-in mid-air fluttered a moment,― Down, there, whirling, fell, like a broken-winged bird from a tree-top, Down on the cruel wheel, that caught her, and hurled her, and crushed her, And in the foaming water plunged her, and hid her forever." VI. Still with his back to us all the pilot stood, but we heard him Swallowing hard, as he pulled the bell-rope to stop her. Then, turning,— "This is the place where it happened," brokenly whispered the pilotr Somehow, I never like to go by here alone in the night-time." Darkly the Mississippi flowed by the town that lay in the starlight, Cheerful with lamps./Below we could hear them reversing the engines, And the great boat glided up to the shore like a giant exhausted. Heavily sighed her pipes. Broad over the swamps to the eastward Shone the full moon, and turned our far-trembling wake into silver. All was serene and calm, but the odorous breath of the willows Smote like the subtile breath of an infinite sorrow upon us. 1 ་ Jean deflow ECHO AND THE FERRY. Ay, Oliver! I was but seven, and he was eleven; good!" So he whistled and went, he went over the stile to the wood. And they too were angry as Oliver. Were they eleven? So Oliver went, but the cowslips were tall at my feet, litter'd; And under and over the branches those little birds twitter'd, While hanging head downward they scolded because I was seven. A pity. A very great pity. One should be eleven. But soon I was happy, the smell of the world was so sweet, Eggs small and eggs many. For gladness I broke into laughter; And then some one else—oh, how softly!—came after, came after With laughter with laughter came after. And no one was near us to utter that sweet mocking call, But this was the country-perhaps it was close under heaven; even. I knew about heaven. But this was the country, of this Then flashed down her hole like a dart-like a dart from the quiver, And I waded atween the long grasses and felt it was bliss. -So this was the country; clear dazzle of azure and shiver A little low wall-and looked over, and there was the river, And she murmur'd, methought, with a speech very soft-very low. "The ways will be long, but the days will be long," quoth the river, "To me a long liver, long, long!" quoth the river—the river. I dreamed of the country that night, of the orchard, the sky, The voice that had mocked coming after and over and under. But at last-in a day or two namely-Eleven and I Were very fast friends, and to him I confided the wonder. He said that was Echo. "Was Echo a wise kind of bee "That had learned how to laugh: could it laugh in one's ear and then fly "And laugh again yonder?" "No; Echo "-he whispered it low Was a woman, they said, but a woman whom no one could see "And no one could find; and he did not believe it, not he, "But he could not get near for the river that held us asunder. "Yet I that had money—a shilling, a whole silver shilling— We might cross if I thought I would spend it." "Oh yes, I was willing" And we ran, hand in hand, we ran down to the ferry, the ferry, And we heard how she mocked at the folk with a voice clear and merry When they called for the ferry; but oh! she was very-was very Swift footed. cried, She spoke and was gone; and when Oliver Hie over! hie over! you man of the ferry-the ferry!" By the still water's side she was heard far and wide-she replied And she mocked in her voice sweet and merry, " You man of the Ferry, You man of-you man of the Ferry!" Hie over!" he shouted. The ferryman came at his calling, Across the clear reed-bordered river he ferried us fast;Such a chase! Hand in hand, foot to foot, we ran on; it surpass'd All measure her doubling-so close, then so far away falling, sure she was there!), Nor behold her wild eyes and her mystical countenance fair. We sought in the wood, and we found the wood-wren in her stead; In the field, and we found but the cuckoo that talked over head; By the brook, and we found the reed-sparrow deep nested, in brown Not Echo, fair Echo, for Echo, sweet Echo! was flown. So we came to the place where the dead people wait till God call. The church was among them, gray moss over roof, over wall. Very silent, so low. And we stood on a green grassy mound And looked in at a window, for Echo, perhaps, in her round Might have come in to hide there. But no; every oak-carven seat Was empty. We saw the great Bible-old, old, very old, And the parson's great Prayer-book beside it; we heard the slow beat Of the pendulum swing in the tower; we saw the clear gold Of a sunbeam float down to the aisle and then waver and play On the low chancel step and the railing, and Oliver said, "Look, Katie! look, Katie! when Lettice came here to be wed "She stood where that sunbeam drops down, and all white was her gown; "And she stepped upon flowers they strew'd for her." Then quoth small Seven: "Shall I wear a white gown and have flowers to walk upon ever ? " |