The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1856-03-01
Original poctrp.
Written for The Cecil Wing.
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LEGEND OF ARAFAT

ALEGEND OF ARAFAT
Inscribed 10 The Members Of The Reading Circl
of .'Rirer- Iown."
The prisoned winds in the black pine woods
Shrek bitterly to the midnight,
Startling the echoes out of sleep
In the arms of the awful cavern.
The river rolls with a sulien roar,
To the eternity of the Ocean
The waves fall down and kiss the feet
of the hills with yell of laughter
Fearing the dismal solitude
From n pulseless dream of silence.
The long deep bay of the hungry wolf
Climbs up from the dcsolatc vallics
And the nisht-owl's scream. like tpoar of ice,
Shivers against the rugged,
Precitipious crags Of Ararat-
The dark -browed queen of the hcadlands!
Who stands in her awful majesty
Knee deep in the frantic river,
That-when the brooks shout to the stars
And the Summers blow about her,
Lies down at her feet uIl day and means
With an under. thrill of madness;
Breaking away in fiery rage
When the black storm leans above her
And the zig gag lghtninss STOPPING down
Toy with her shaggy tresses-
And she talks with the tempest face to face
In the dialect of the thunder.
Laughing to scorn the jealous wrath
OF the madden ed flood beside her,
Till the fierce winds smitc in phrenzicd joy
The loud harps of the forest
~. Il
I'm her bare j nd stony bosom;
The Cleopatra Of the hills
With her stars and puppies about her,
She mocks her fiery Antony
The world of warning Waters,
And stands, her forehead crowned sublime
With the wrath of thousand ages!
Down through the long blu. silence
The star light arrows SILVER,
Striking the buckcr of the frost
In u glitterng dumb defiance,
Till the hills flash with the broken spears
OF their bright mysterious anger,
And the battle dies in golden truce,
When the fiery ranks of the sunrise
Tnkc up their march, and all the hills
Blaze with their hammered splendor
Alone, with the night. and his murdered poaco
the heart of a great black cavern,
A human writhcd in frantic dream,
Where bristling swords of horror
Smote the blind air. till it burst in flame,
Green, with CHASTITY palor-
And the sitting stencil ofa roting corpse
Guiltess of shroud or coffin.
Chung ba,like to the torpid mouth
And breast of the fr:ghtful cavern,
Sweating cold and poisonous dew
In an agony of terror!
The nil hmarc shook her shaggy hair
In the face of The wrctchcd dreamer.
Till the dull blood colcd Ike n clamny snake
Round his stung and s,ncd heart-strings
All woe! the terrible shapes he saw
In the charmed of his vision.
An awful shadow fringcd with fire,
Fierce as a frowning Angel,
Cleft the bllowy flames that hi.scd
Like II thousand headed hydra,
And winnowing back The burning air
With wings of wrathrul sp,cndor,
Swan slow along the fiery tide,
Then star-like burst in darkness
And the cavern shook with thunder roll
"Accurst art thou, oh mortal.''
And a thousand glowing. glowing things
Writhcd out against the b.acknc$s.
And thousand forkcd flaming tongues,
Muttered. and gibed and gibbcrcd,
And then a siionce dumb rs death
Smotc heavily on the id-nght
The wolfsh eyes of murdered man,
Stared wide with scowl of vengeance.
And the dead right hand, hateful thing,
Lay heavy across his bosom--
The slow blood crawls with curdling sound,
From the black wound in his forehead,
Muttcring in unknown dialects, =
For the wild Interpretation
Of the guilty soul, that COVER, down
II the lowest cell of darkness
The guilty soul of tho miscrablcS
Dreaming the dream of horror
For Rousby's ghost with the wolf.h eyes
Glarcd into the sleep ofTalbot.
Mightest psalm, sublime and slow,
OF Natures devotion;
Flow. susquchnnna, flow,
Dow to tho Ocean.
Sing when the Summer lights
Dance to thy numbers.
Dream. when the Winter nights
Watch by thy sumbcrs.
Kingly is thy ancient fame,
Dark. rolling river;
Glorious shall be thy name
Forever and ever
EMNA ALICE BROWNE.
Port Deposit. M., FEB. ION, 1856.
GREAT DESTRUCTION OF FARM PRODucrs
AND FRUIT TREES BY TIE CoLD AT Louis
vlLLE.-The Louisville Courier states tina
the Geld IN that vicinity on the Sd and 4th in.
slant. was beyond all precedent. and adds:
However beneficial to the soil and the crops
Of next season this cold spell may prove tc
be, its present effects are more dsastrion,
than many persons imagine. Thousands OF
bar, els of potatoes and apples and other Dcr