Deemed it the world and never looked beyond. Some comrades who were playing at the dice, Without a word he turned, and, rushing forth, Ran madly through the city and the gate, And o'er the plain, which now the wood's long shade, I 20 Quite spent and out of breath, he reached the tree, 125 130 Me, who would fain have blessed thee with a love Filled up with nectar any mortal heart: But thou didst scorn my humble messenger, And sent'st him back to me with bruised wings. 135 We spirits only show to gentle eyes; We ever ask an undivided love; And he who scorns the least of Nature's works Is thenceforth exiled and shut out from all. Then Rhocus beat his breast, and groaned aloud, This once, and I shall never need it more!" "Alas!" the voice returned, "'t is thou art blind, Not I unmerciful: I can forgive, But have no skill to heal thy spirit's eyes; Only the soul hath power o'er itself." With that again there murmured "Nevermore!" Like the long surf upon a distant shore Raking the sea-worn pebbles up and down. The night had gathered round him: o'er the plain The city sparkled with its thousand lights, And sounds of revel fell upon his ear Harshly and like a curse; above, the sky, With all its bright sublimity of stars, Deepened, and on his forehead smote the breeze. But from that eve he was alone on earth. TO THE DANDELION Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way, Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold, First pledge of blithesome May, Which children pluck, and, full of pride, uphold, High-hearted buccaneers, o'erjoyed that they An Eldorado in the grass have found, May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me Gold such as thine ne'er drew the Spanish prow IO Nor wrinkled the lean brow Of age, to rob the lover's heart of ease: 'T is the spring's largess, which she scatters now To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand, To take it at God's value, but pass by Thou art my tropics and mine Italy; Are in the heart, and heed not space or time: His fragrant Sybaris, than I when first Then think I of deep shadows on the grass; Of meadows where in the sun the cattle graze, Where, as the breezes pass, The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways; 15 20 25 30 Or whiten in the wind; of waters blue That from the distance sparkle through Some woodland gap; and of a sky above, 35 Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move. When birds and flowers and I were happy peers. 45 Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show Did we but pay the love we owe, And with a child's undoubting wisdom look On all these living pages of God's book. 1845. FROM THE BIGLOW PAPERS NO. I Thrash away! you 'll her to rattle Thet is ketched with mouldy corn. Let folks see how spry you be Thet air flag 's a leetle rotten; Hope it aint your Sunday's best. Ef you must wear humps like these 'T-wouldn't suit them Southun fellers; They 're a dreffle graspin' set: We must ollers blow the bellers Wen they want their irons het. O' them nigger-drivin' States. Them thet rule us, them slave-traders, 15 20 25 Haint they cut a thunderin' swarth (Helped by Yankee renegaders) Thru the vartu o' the North! |