Its fulness, before but dimly seen, To the secret place where my chamber lay, Choked with the sordid piles o'erthrown Unsightly growths in that evil space, For no gift of mine of love or care sun. Then I departed, earth's lesson o'er. And former longings, and so I said, Eric Mackay THE WAKING OF THE LARK O BONNIE bird, that in the brake, exultant, dost prepare thee, As poets do whose thoughts are true, for wings that will upbear thee Oh! tell me, tell me, bonnie bird, Canst thou not pipe of hope deferred? Or canst thou sing of naught but Spring among the golden meadows? Methinks a bard (and thou art one) should suit his song to sorrow, And tell of pain, as well as gain, that waits us on the morrow; But thou art not a prophet, thou, If naught but joy can touch thee now; If, in thy heart, thou hast no vow that speaks of Nature's anguish. Oh! I have held my sorrows dear, and felt, though poor and slighted, The songs we love are those we hear when love is unrequited; But thou art still the slave of dawn, And canst not sing till night be gone, Till o'er the pathway of the fawn the sunbeams shine and quiver. Thou art the minion of the sun that rises in his splendor, And canst not spare for Dian fair the songs that should attend her. The moon, so sad and silver-pale, Is mistress of the nightingale; And thou wilt sing on hill and dale no ditties in the darkness. For Queen and King thou wilt not spare one note of thine outpouring; And thou 'rt as free as breezes be on Nature's velvet flooring. The daisy, with its hood undone, The grass, the sunlight, and the sun These are the joys, thou holy one, that pay thee for thy singing. Oh, hush! Oh, hush! how wild a gush of rapture in the distance — A roll of rhymes, a toll of chimes, a cry for love's assistance; A sound that wells from happy throats, A flood of song where beauty floats, And where our thoughts, like golden boats, do seem to cross a river. I CANNOT sing to thee as I would sing Who wakes the world with witcheries of the dark Renewed in rapture in the reddening air. 'Twixt earth and sky, to be a sign to men. |