Puslapio vaizdai

Have I a lover

Who is noble and free?

I would he were nobler

Than to love me.

"Eterne alternation

Now follows, now flies;
And under pain, pleasure,—

Under pleasure, pain lies.
Love works at the centre,
Heart-heaving alway;

Forth speed the strong pulses
To the borders of day.

"Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits! Thy sight is growing blear;

Rue, myrrh, and cummin for the SphinxHer muddy eyes to clear!"

The old Sphinx bit her thick lip,

Said, "Who taught thee me to name?

I am thy spirit, yoke-fellow,

Of thine eye I am eyebeam.

"Thou art the unanswered question;

Couldst see thy proper eye, Alway it asketh, asketh;

And each answer is a lie.
So take thy quest through nature,

It through thousand natures ply; Ask on, thou clothed eternity; Time is the false reply."

Uprose the merry Sphinx,

And crouched no more in stone;

She melted into purple cloud,

She silvered in the moon; She spired into a yellow flame;

She flowered in blossoms red; She flowed into a foaming wave; She stood Monadnoc's head.

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Thorough a thousand voices

Spoke the universal dame: "Who telleth one of my meanings,

ls master of all I am."


LITTLE thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
Of thee from the hill-top looking down;

The heifer that lows in the upland farm,
Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm;
The sexton, tolling his bell at noon,
Deems not that great Napoleon

Stops his horse, and lists with delight,

Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height;

Nor knowest thou what argument

Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent.

All are needed by each one;

Nothing is fair or good alone.

I thought the sparrow's note from heaven,
Singing at dawn on the alder bough;
I brought him home, in his nest, at even;
He sings the song, but it pleases not now,

For I did not bring home the river and sky;

He sang to my ear,
The delicate shells lay on the shore;
The bubbles of the latest wave
Fresh pearls to their enamel gave;
And the bellowing of the savage sea
Greeted their safe escape to me.

I wiped away the weeds and foam,

I fetched my sea-born treasures home;

But the poor, unsightly, noisome things

Had left their beauty on the shore,

With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar.

The lover watched his graceful maid,

As 'mid the virgin train she strayed,

Nor knew her beauty's best attire

Was woven still by the snow-white choir.

At last she came to his hermitage,

Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage;

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they sang to my eye.

The gay enchantment was undone,

A gentle wife, but fairy none.

Then I said, 'I covet truth;
Beauty is unripe childhood's cheat;

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I leave it behind with the games of youth.'-
As I spoke, beneath my feet

The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath,
Running over the club-moss burrs;
I inhaled the violet's breath;

Around me stood the oaks and firs;
Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground,
Over me soared the eternal sky,

Full of light and of deity;

Again I saw, again I heard,
The rolling river, the morning bird;-
Beauty through my senses stole;
I yielded myself to the perfect whole.

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