quisite sense of beauty to Shelley and Keats, in technique to Tennyson, in the astonishing manipulation of his meter and cadence and involution to Swinburne. But these comparisons, especially in their cumulative effect, are deceptive and misleading, though they serve to show, coming as they do from so many sources, that he is an original and individual singer with many rare and attractive qualities. In In his "Poems" three stages of development are discernible. the earlier portion of his life, before 1874, music seems to have satisfied his deepest longings and highest aspirations, and in music his genius found easiest and most natural expression. As poetry was only a tangent into which he shot sometimes, there is a perceptible intellectual effort, as of one singing from the head and not out of the heart, which resulted in rigid, if not labored, movement and over wrought fancy. There is, at any rate, a lack of that ease and spontaneity which was his musical birthright, and which belongs to the poets who lisp in numbers. Of this earlier period three poems rise distinctly above all his other effortstwo songs for "The Jacquerie," that of the hound and the "Betrayal," and "The Ship of Earth," though there are beautiful stanzas here and there in others, two in "Life and Song" being specially fine. In the first song, an allegory intended to represent the essence of the French revolutionary spirit growing out of the desperate misery and the brute force of medieval times, though the art is more plastic than in most of his earlier verse, the fancy is plainly constrained: The hound was cuffed, the hound was kicked, O'the ears was cropped, o' the tail was nicked, Oo-hoo-o, howled the hound. The hound into his kennel crept; He rarely wept, he never slept. U-lu-lo, howled the hound. A star upon his kennel shone That showed the hound a meat-bare bone. O hungry was the hound! The hound had but a churlish wit. He seized the bone, he crunched, he bit. "An thou wert Master, I had slit Thy throat with a huge wound." O, angry was the hound. The star in castle-window shone, O ho, why not? quo' hound. U-lu-lo, howled the hound. In the "Betrayal" he is freer, more natural, and his fancy is less violent-more chastened, as befits the theme. In simplicity, directness, reserved force it is strong, though somehow it lacks the melody and pathos, as well as that human touch which goes straight to the heart in "The Bridge of Sighs." The sun has kissed the violet sea, O sea! would thou not better be Mere violet still? Who knows? who Well hides the violet in the wood: The sun has burnt the rose-red sea: The violet thou hast been to-day! Ah me! "The Ship of Earth" is perhaps not so perfect as either of the songs; it may give evidence of the straining ambition of youth; and yet it is the most powerful description of a young man's terror of life, in the "storm and stress" period, I remember to have seen. It suggests two strong and rugged poets, Whitman and Browning, though Lanier's was a masterful nature, too, for all its purity and love of beauty : Thou Ship of Earth, with Death, and Birth, and Life, and Sex aboard, And fires of Desires burning hotly in the hold, I fear thee, O! I fear thee, for I hear the tongue and sword At battle on the deck, and the wild mutineers are bold! The dewdrop morn may fall from off the petal of the sky, But all the deck is wet with blood and stains the crystal red. A pilot, God, a pilot! for the helm is left awry, And the best sailors in the Ship lie there among the dead! But Lanier's was a strong and affluent nature, only less richly en |