New-York tribune., 1841-10-04
From Blackwood for Sept
THE FOWLER.
BY BELLA.

TO serve on wicked man-.o serve his wlcRed ioe-
HAVE an old renenbrance-'tis as old
A. ChIdhood's visions, and It's mingled with
Dim thoughts, and sceues grotesque, BY fantasy
From ou. Obliyions twilight conjuted up
Ere Truth had shorn Imagination beams
Or to forlorn reality tanned down
The buoyant spirit. Yes. the shapes ana MUGS
OF winter twilight, often as the year
Rcvolyes. and hoar-frost grimes The "indo"-sui'
p;r b,cL the lone waste scene that gave il birth,
And make me, for a moment, what was
Then on mat Polar morn--a little boy,
And Earth again the realm OF fairylsnd.
A Fowler was our visiiant; his talk
A, eve beside the nckering hearth, while howled
The outward winds and hail-drops the pane
Tinkled or down the chimney in the fame
Whizzed as they melted, OF forest and field,
Wherein lay bright wild-birds aud iimorcus beasts,
That stunned the face of man; and oh the Joy,
The passion which lit up his brow, TO con
The ieats Of slight and cunning skill by which
Their hauats were neared, or un the heathy hills,
Or mid the undergone; on snowy moor
Or by the rushg lakc-what time the dawn
Reddcns the east or from on high the moon
In the smooth waters sees her picture orb,
The white cloud slumbering in the wndles. sky,
AID midnigh, mantng all the silent hills
do remember me the very time
Tho thirty shadowy years have apsed between
lis graved as by the hand OF yesterday
For weeks bad raycd the winds the angry seas
How'd to the darkness, and ciowntailen the SHOWS
The fed-breast ,e the window came for crumbs;
Hunger had to the coleworts driven the haze;
The crow at noontide, pecked the Travelled road
And the wood-pgeon, timorou9'y bold,
i a. -oT,
1t was the dreariest depth Of winter-tidc,
And on the ocean and its isles was felt
Tie iron sway Of the North yea, even the fowl
rha, through the polar summer months could see
y beauty in Spitlbergen naked isles,
Or on the drifting iccbcrgs seek home
Even they had fled, on southern wing, in search
Oh less inccment shores.
Pcrturbed by dreams
Passed ocr the slow night-walcilesi manya thought
And many hope was forward bent on morn;
But weary was the tedious chime on chime.
And hour on hour I was dark and still twas dark.
At length we rose-for now we counted five
And by the Pickering hearth arraycd ourselves
In coats and kcrchlels for the early drift
And biting season fit; the fowling-piccc sluns
Was shouldered, and the blood-s,uned game pouch
On this side and the cleaning flask on that;
In sooth, we were most accordant pair;
And thus accoutred, TO the lore ,ea-shorc
In fond and fierce p:ecir ;tance we few
There was no breath abroad; each in its cave
rs if enchanted, slept the winds, and left
Earth in a voiccess trance around the porch
All stirlessy the darksomc ivy clung;
All silently the lcafeSs trees held up
/ heir bare boughs to The sky; the atmosphere,
Cntroublcd in its cold serenity,
Wept icy dcws; and now the later stars.
As by some hidden necromantic CHARM
Oiate. amid the death-likc calm profound
On the white sumbcr-nantled earth gaze,l down.
Words may not tell, how 10 the temperament.
sud ,I.s i.,.o of tho, ,,nohnn,~d hour.
The spirit was subdued wizard scene
In the far west, the Pentland's gloomy ridge
Belied the pale blue sky. whereon cloud,
Fantastic, grey, and tngcd with solemn light,
Lay like dreaming monster. and the moon,
Waning, above its silvery rim upheld
Her horns--as 'twcrc the Spectre of TIE Fast.
Silently, silently, on ,rodc and trodc,
As if a spell had frozen up our words:
White lay the wolds around us, ankle deep ttroad;
In new-fallen SHOWS, which champd beneath our
And, by the margc of winding Esk, which showed
The mlrrorcd stars upon its map OF ice,
Downward in haste ws iourneycd to the shore
Of Ocean, whose drcar, multimdinous voice
Unto the listening spirit Of seace sang.
Oh, leaf from out the volume of fur years
Discovered oft how oft have the young buds
Of Spring unfoldcd nave the Summer skies
In their deep blue oercanopcd the earth,
And Autumn, in September's ripenng breeze,
Ruslled her tiuivcsts, since tie theRe was one
Present, and darkly all tiut Future lay,
Which now is of the perished and the past
Since then generation span hath fled,
With all lis varied whrls of chance and change
With all ts casualties of birth and death;
Md. looking round, sadly feel this world
Another, though the same ;--another in hopes,
The ewes that CLEAN, the hearts that throb, the
The feats the friendships of the soul; the same
In outward aspect-n the hills which ceaye-
As landmarks of historical rcnown-
With azure peaks the sky; in the green plain,
That spreads its annual wd-towers TO the sun;
And in the river whose blue course is marked
BY many well known bend and shadowy tree -
Yet DER the oblivious gulf, whose may gloom
Euscpulchres so many things, | see
A. t were of yesterday-yet robcd in tints
Which yesterday has lost, or never had
The desoate features of that Polar morn
Its twilight shadows and its twinkins stars
The SHOWS far spreadng-the cNpanse OF sand,
Ribbed BY the roaring and receded sea.
And, shedding over all wizaia light.
The waning moon above the ditn-seen hills
AT length, upon the solitary shore
We walked of ocean, which. with sullcn voice.
Hollow and ncverceaSing, TO the north
Sang It's primeyal song. \ weary waste wilk
We passed Through pools, where muscle, clam and
Glove TO their grayelly beds; oer shiny rocks,
Rdgy and dark, With dank fresh fuel green,
Whcre the prswn wrigsled, and the Tiny crab
Slid sidcway from our path, until gained
The land EXTREMIST point. sandy lut
Narrow, and by the weltering waves begirt
Around and there we laid u, down and watchei
While from the west the rale MOON disappeared,
Pronely, the sea-iowl and the coming dawn
Now Day with Darkness for the mastery strsve;