One saith: 'Do me a friendly grace- 85 "Read me two Dreams that linger long, Dim as returns of old-time song That flicker about the mind. I dreamed (how deep in mortal sleep!) "In dreams, again, I plucked a flower "Twas the nettle of sin, 'twas medicine; In dreams of hate true loves begin.' "Now strange,' quoth Sense, and 'Strange,' quoth Mind, 'We saw it, and yet 'tis hard to find, -But we saw it,' quoth Sense and Mind. BALTIMORE, 1878-9. MARSH SONG-AT SUNSET OVER the monstrous shambling sea, Over the Caliban sea, Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest: Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red West,— Over the humped and fishy sea, Over the Caliban sea O cloud in the West, like a thought in the heart And do a grace for me. Over the huge and huddling sea, Over the Caliban sea, Bring hither my brother Antonio,-Man, My injurer: night breaks the ban: Brother, I pardon thee. BALTIMORE, 1879-80. OWL AGAINST ROBIN FROWNING, the owl in the oak complained him "From the north, from the east, from the south and the west, Woodland, wheat-field, corn-field, clover, Over and over and over and over, Five o'clock, ten o'clock, twelve, or seven, 5 10 15 5 Nothing but robin-songs heard under heaven: 10 Peep! you whistle, and cheep! cheep! cheep! Are ye singing for fame, and who shall be first? 15 And the summer is cursed with the silly outburst Of idiot red-breasts peeping and cheeping By day, when all honest birds ought to be sleeping. Lord, what a din! And so out of all reason. Have ye not heard that each thing hath its season? 20 Night is to work in, night is for play-time; Good heavens, not day-time' A vulgar flaunt is the flaring day, That leaves not a stain nor a secret untold,25 Day the reporter,-the gossip of old,Deformity's tease,-man's common scoldPoh! Shut the eyes, let the sense go numb When day down the eastern way has come. "Tis clear as the moon (by the argument drawn 30 From Design) that the world should retire at dawn. Day kills. The leaf and the laborer breathe Death in the sun, the cities seethe, The mortal black marshes bubble with heat And puff up pestilence; nothing is sweet 35 Has to do with the sun: even virtue will taint (Philosophers say) and manhood grow faint In the lands where the villainous sun has sway Through the livelong drag of the dreadful day. But oh, the sweetness, and oh, the light Oh, to awake with the wise old stars— The cultured, the careful, the Chesterfield stars, And loudly laugh at man, the fool To wheel from the wood to the window where Aslant with the hill and a-curve with the vale,- Betwixt hanging leaves and starlit stream, Silent, aimless, dayless, slow (Aimless? Field-mice? True, they're slain, 70 75 5 5 At the death life feeds on). Robin, pray To the cultus of night. Abandon the day. Stop! Look at the owl, scarce seen, scarce heard, BALTIMORE, 1880. A SONG OF LOVE "HEY, rose, just born Twin to a thorn; Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn? "Sweet eyes that smiled, O Eye and Tear-mother and child. "Well: Love and Pain Be kinsfolk twain: Yet would, Oh would I could love again.” A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER INTO the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, |