Strange sea of prison faces, a thousand varied, crafty, brutal, Then, rising, passing back along the narrow aisle between them, She vanish'd with her children in the dusk; 40 While upon all, convicts and armed keepers ere they stirr❜d (Convict forgetting prison, keeper his loaded pistol), A hush and pause fell down a wondrous minute, With deep half-stifled sobs and sound of bad men bow'd and moved to weeping, And youth's convulsive breathings, memories of home, The mother's voice in lullaby, the sister's care, the happy childhood, The long-pent spirit rous'd to reminiscence; A wondrous minute then-but after in the solitary night, to many, many there, Years after, even in the hour of death, the sad refrain, the tune, the voice, the words Resumed, the large calm lady walks the narrow aisle, O fearful thought—a convict soul. 1869. IN CABIN'D SHIPS AT SEA In cabin'd ships at sea, The boundless blue on every side expanding, With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine, Where, joyous, full of faith, spreading white sails, She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night, By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, In full rapport at last. Here are our thoughts, voyagers' thoughts; Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said: 45 50 ΙΟ The sky o'erarches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet, The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the briny world, the liquid-flowing syllables, The perfume, the faint creeking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm, Then falter not, O book, fulfil your destiny, You not a reminiscence of the land alone, You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos'd I know not whither, yet ever full of faith, Consort to every ship that sails, sail you! Bear forth to them folded my love (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf); Speed on, my book! spread your white sails, my little bark, athwart the imperious waves; Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea This song for mariners and all their ships. 1870. YET, YET, YE DOWNCAST HOURS Yet, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also; Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles, Earth to a chamber of mourning turns-I hear the o'erweening, mocking voice, Matter is conqueror-matter, triumphant only, continues onward. Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me, 15 20 5 The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm'd, uncertain, Come tell me where I am speeding, tell me my destination. I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you; I approach, hear, behold the sad mouth, the look out of the eyes, your mute inquiry, Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me. Old age, alarm'd, uncertain-a young woman's voice, appealing to me for comfort; A young man's voice, Shall I not escape? ΙΟ TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm, As to the light emerging here on deck I watch thee Far, far at sea, 5 After the night's fierce drifts have strewn the shore with wrecks, IO The rosy and elastic dawn, the flashing sun, The limpid spread of air cerulean, Thou also re-appearest. Thou born to match the gale (thou art all wings), To cope with heaven and earth and sea and hurricane, 15 Thou ship of air that never furl'st thy sails, Days, even weeks, untired and onward, through spaces, realms gyrating, At dusk that look'st on Senegal, at morn America, That sport'st amid the lightning-flash and thunder-cloud, In them, in thy experiences, had'st thou my soul, What joys! what joys were thine! 1876. 20 SPIRIT THAT FORM'D THIS SCENE (Written in Platte Cañon, Colorado) Spirit that form'd this scene, These tumbled rock-piles grim and red, These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks, These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness, I know thee, savage spirit-we have communed together; Was 't charged against my chants they had forgotten art To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse? and polish'd arch forgot? But thou that revelest here, spirit that form'd this scene, ΤΟ 1879. 1881. WITH HUSKY-HAUGHTY LIPS, O SEA With husky-haughty lips, O sea! Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore, Thy ample, smiling face, dash'd with the sparkling dimples of the sun, Thy unsubduedness, caprices, wilfulness; Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears-a lack from all eternity in thy content (Naught but the greatest struggles, wrongs, defeats, could make thee greatest-no less could make thee); Thy lonely state-something thou ever seek'st and seek'st, yet never gain'st, Surely some right withheld-some voice, in huge monotonous rage, of freedom-lover pent, Some vast heart, like a planet's, chain'd and chafing in those breakers; Thou tellest to a kindred soul. -but now, rapport for once, 1884. GOOD-BYE, MY FANCY Good-bye, my Fancy! Farewell, dear mate, dear love! I'm going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, Now for my last-let me look back a moment; ΙΟ 15 20 5 Long have we lived, joy'd, caress'd together; Delightful!—now separation-Good-bye, my Fancy. Yet let me not be too hasty: Long indeed have we lived, slept, filter'd, become really blended into one; Then if we die we die together (yes, we 'll remain one), If we go anywhere we 'll go together to meet what happens, May-be it is yourself now really ushering me to the true songs (who May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning-so now finally, Good-bye and hail! my Fancy. 1891. RICHARD HENRY STODDARD LEONATUS The fair boy Leonatus, It was his duty evermore To tend the Lady Imogen; By peep of day he might be seen To wake the sleepy waiting-maid, IO 15 5 |