The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1855-06-23
For The Cecil Vii
The Pheasant Drive.

In the red June, when all the hills were ripe
With the hay harvest and the garden walls
O'crhlown with ros;s honey -suckles sweet
And climbing myrtle. mad n barrier
OF living beauty in the Pleasant land,
l had vision full of happincss-
A shape with eyes of soft-st, brightest blue,
And sunny trcsses streakcl with .howcry gold,
Sat in the shadow of a orlly oak
And wove ditty, full of tenderness,
To the wild cadence Of the singing breeze
Gulintre. that nightly. when the moon
l.in the full, lies like IL perfect dream
tIlaun'ing the purple. mythc gates Of Heavenly
Made manifest anto the poets soul,
Abraded on the sOrrows Of the world
And walking homeless in a harvest land
How art thou loved by the poor wandsrcr
Whose vassa hands tired Of their aching toll,
Have folded up their WEAKNESS awhile
For the sweet comfort Of thy quletude.
In the blind shadow Of golden mask
I'll sing n rhyme as it was sung to me.
We drove together! 1t was in the time
Of birds and bees the happy laughing wind
Blew down the shadows round our merry talk
Eldora's talk and minc-lbout the stars.
| said .thcy were small fiery mysteries
Shut up in Heaven. VIII osc walls are full of doors.
Thro' which the mysteries dill lean AMI watch
Pale lorelorn maids and Tickle heartlcss men,
Making 4 storm Of 81 IA, to fill the calm
Of summer nights-drawins an inference
OF good or evil from our low estate
And weighing it with golden scales Of TRUTH
Male perfect in the yes OF higher being
What think you, sweet -
FEDORA smil:.l AMI looked
Across the meadows to the solemn woods
As tho their shadow held an answer meet
To solve the question 1 hal read t" him.
lie had no Heart for his had gone from him
And nestled close unto another he.rt
u hat shot mad pulses thro round Of bliss,
And tia.ycd with rel Il f,ircr check tl,an mine.
The poets heart held her legitimate
And und's u;ed kingdom as of old;
Her v.ss;L thoughts, sub.criin, to her will
With steps precise slow came AMI went betweoa
The azure heaven Of his glorious eyes
And the pearl gateway OF her sister soul.
The road was pleasant. f.ingcd with stately trees
(ocrrnn with music like the willow bougls
With silver raining in the early SPRING.
Spotted with wood, whose forchcads took the sun
And lined with bolts of gooIy harvest fields
That waved grccn-goldcn in the mellow air.
From my full heart pure love like rimplcl threads
of living light ran out and hid away
In the cool bosom of each little nook
For tho blue heaven of Eldora's eyes.
My soul yearncd up las doth the lovc-lorn sea
Strive for tho kisses of the laly moon,
Who, wrappd in robes of lovely marriage white.
Doth nightly crown the pillows with her SMILE
Albeit, knew there was no light for me
Shut up within their chamber criel.
So hiding back in gray mesh of thought,
Sober and solemn as II rainy cloud,
The radicnt starlight of our scperatc minds
Our talk went on-prating Of sunset skies
(Whilc mine were moonless with storm of wo,)
And goody fields rich with ripc harvest shea vcs
(While mine were rank with tarcs of misery
And singing brooks and birds and yellow bees
Making dulcct MARBLE in the land,
Whilc my poor heart was weaving burial rhymes
And counting daisies that stood white and dull
Corpsc-likc along the highways dusty cdge)
lie will he welded on some future day.
But shall hold the memory of our drive
As sacred as he holds his marriage ring.
EMMA ALICE I}ROWyH