CELIA THAXTER. [Born at Portsmouth, New Hampshire, 29th June 1836. Author of Among the Isles of Shoals (Boston, 1873); Poems (1871); Drift Weed (1878); Poems for Children (1884); The Cruise of the Mystery, and other Poems (1886), etc. The poems given are quoted by kind permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Co.] THE ONLY FOE. WILD, threatening sky, white, raging sea, The hoary brine is torn and tossed; Whom she caressed she would destroy. Be still, my soul, thou hast no part In her black moods of hate and fear; On thy still heights, serene and clear. Remember this,-not all the wild, Huge, untamed elements have force Forget it not! And full of peace, As if the south wind whispered warm, SONG. WE sail toward evening's lonely star Burnt with dull carmine through and through, Slow smouldering in the summer sky, Lies low along the fading west. How sweet to watch its splendours die, Lighthouses kindle, far and near, Wave-cradled thus and wind-caressed. How like a dream are earth and heaven, Thou dearest! we are at life's best, Folded in God's encircling arm, Wave-cradled thus and wind-caressed. A TRYST. FROM out the desolation of the North An iceberg took its way, From its detaining comrades breaking forth, At whose command? Who bade it sail the deep Who made the dread appointment it must keep? Who traced its awful course? To the warm airs that stir in the sweet South Stately she passed beyond the harbour's mouth And on her ample decks a happy crowd Clear shone the day, with not a single cloud Brave men, sweet women, little children bright, And with her freight of beauty and delight Storms buffeted the iceberg, spray was swept Guided alike by storm and calm, it kept Then warmer waves gnawed at its crumbling base The ardent sun sent slow tears down its face, Soft flowing to the sea. Dawn kissed it with her tender rose tints, Eve The wistful colour o'er it seemed to grieve Whether Day clad its clefts in rainbows dim Or Night through lonely spaces saw it swim Ever Death rode upon its solemn heights, Ever his watch he kept; Cold at its heart through changing days and nights Its changeless purpose slept. And where afar a smiling coast it passed, Like some imperial creature moving slow, For still the prosperous breezes followed her, In many a breast glad thoughts began to stir And human hearts with longing love were dumb, That soon should cease to beat, Thrilled with the hope of meetings soon to come, And lost in memories sweet. Was not the weltering waste of water wide What drew the two together o'er the tide, There came a night with neither moon nor star, With fluttering canvas reefed at every spar, The ship swept on; a wild wind gathering fast Drove her at utmost speed. Bravely she bent before the fitful blast O helmsman, turn thy wheel. Will no surmise Cleave through the midnight drear, No warning of the horrible surprise Reach thine unconscious ear? She rushed upon her ruin. Not a flash Broke up the waiting dark; Dully through wind and sea one awful crash Scarcely her crew had time to clutch despair, Ere their pale lips could frame a speechless prayer, SLUMBER SONG. THOU little child, with tender, clinging arms, Within the gracious hollow that God made In summer air reposing, warm and still. Dream thy sweet dreams upon my quiet heart; I watch thy slumber; naught shall do thee ill. SCHUMANN'S SONATA IN A MINOR. Colour that burns as if no frost could tame, The shaded lamplight glowing over all, The summer night a dream of warmth and balm. |