And noon is hot, and barn-roofs gleam When Eve her domes of opal fire Still merriest of the merry birds, What cadences of bubbling mirth, O could I share, without champagne Your drunken jargon through the fields, Your fine Anacreontic glee, Nay, let me not profane such joy No wine of earth could waken songs O boundless self-contentment, voiced And drowns our earth-born troubles! Hope springs with you: I dread no more Despondency and dulness; For Good Supreme can never fail That gives such perfect fulness. The life that floods the happy fields With song and light and color Will shape our lives to richer states, And heap our measures fuller. STANZA FROM AN EARLY POEM THOUGHT is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught. THE PINES AND THE SEA BEYOND the low marsh-meadows and the beach, Seen through the hoary trunks of windy pines, The long blue level of the ocean shines. The distant surf, with hoarse, complaining speech, Out from its sandy barrier seems to reach; And while the sun behind the woods de clines, The moaning sea with sighing boughs combines, And waves and pines make answer, each to each. O melancholy soul, whom far and near, An old refrain, too much, too long thine own: 'Tis thy mortality infects thine ear; The mournful strain was in thyself alone. THE IDLER Jones Very I IDLE stand that I may find employ, Such as my Master when He comes will give; I cannot find in mine own work my joy, But wait, although in waiting I must live; My body shall not turn which way it will, Behold the bier, the ebony bier, On sinewy shoulders borne, Of many a dim, forgotten Year From Primal Times forlorn. All weary and all worn, With their ancient garments torn Mourning above the marble dead, How very wan the old man looks! As some dim ghost of shadowy days God give the sleeper hail! And the world hath much to wail He lieth in eternal rest 1 See BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE, p. 799. |