Madroño. CAPTAIN of the Western wood, When the fervid August sun When the yellow autumn sun Spreads its sackcloth on the hills, Where, O where, shall he begin Coyote. BLOWN out of the prairie in twilight and dew, A shade on the stubble, a ghost by the wall, Here, Carlo, old fellow,-he's one of your kind,-Go, seek him, and bring him in out of the wind. What snarling, my Carlo! So even dogs may Deny their own kin in the outcast in grey. Well, take what you will,-though it be on the sly, To a Sea-Bird. (SANTA CRUZ, 1869.) SAUNTERING hither on listless wings, Little thou hast, old friend, that's new, Storms and wrecks are old things to thee; Sick am I of these changes, too; Little to care for, little to rue,—' I on the shore, and thou on the sea. All of thy wanderings, far and near, Bring thee at last to shore and me; All of my journeyings end them here, This our tether must be our cheer, I on the shore, and thou on the sea. Lazily rocking on ocean's breast, Something in common, old friend, have we; Thou on the shingle seek'st thy nest, I to the waters look for rest, I on the shore, and thou on the sea. What the Chimney Sang. OVER the chimney the night-wind sang And the Woman stopped, as her babe she tossed, Over the chimney the night-wind sang And chanted a melody no one knew ; And the Children said, as they closer drew, ""Tis some witch that is cleaving the black night through, 'Tis a fairy trumpet that just then blew, And we fear the wind in the chimney." Over the chimney the night-wind sang And chanted a melody no one knew; And fuel is dear and wages low, And I'll stop the leak in the chimney." |