Clarksville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1865-1867, 1866-08-24
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aFis, ael how vsyward Is This foolish Iov,
That, like testy babe, win scratch the nurse
And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod"
Point-de-vise in dress-withouten spot
His linen; rosemary sprig ls.5rst
Stuck In his vest; true-love knot - a
About his throat; in short, his rig ~ ..'s
And mien, throughout proclaimed the Graf
! sing, lover on cruise; .i-,.s
A Hellespont-Leander, daft a afsssoiW
As he, with looking on small shoes, es
Fair hands, bright eyes, and other trifles
Wherewith pretty woman rifles d p
The hearts Of men, SO mote 1t bel yn1
At least will be, despite Of prudes, -
Plato's and Reynards wise philosophy
In sooth, mine Aneienfs latitudes 20 zsasI
Are north Of human nature quite i'oN
Beyond the unregenerate soul -
Unwinged, as yet for Heavenward fight.
Pldtonic lore ! the Artic pole, s,ii ~
Atlantis, and the Phoenix glory isase,
Are lesser myths. But to my story.
An August night hard by a wood, = -
A placid lake beside he stood, " asssa
My lover, gazing on the Skies aasaisaS ~
And in their mirror at his feet, Assss -
Where all Olympus drowned lies; n $50
Wan Jove and Juno, the elite
And low Of heaven, the great and small,
Except Diana's crescent; she,
The fairest Pagan Of them all
Yet fingers in the east a wee. P-f ls''e ~
Deep musing there the Chaldean's creed,
He sighed full oft; so Oft indeed, ei,+
That philomei perforce awoke--ss Ssssal
Asleep among carressing leaves, 80 =
And now, from out Nais6 oak, =, 80
Her sweet bewildering song she weaves,
Thrilling the night in apt replies ais 3 y
To daft Leahder' brceze-borne sighs. F
But soon the minstrel slept again,
And silence then resumed its reign--.eF
Unless the zephyrs, whispering round
To leaf and flower, be called a sound. ~
Anon, the swain impatient grew;
Paced, restless, up and down the sward,
And many look to eastward threw,
Scanning the vague horizon hard. ..s
Whatwas the distant East to him,
That he should watch its dusky rim'
Not guess? ?-behold! light steals out
Driving the shades in sullen rout .sg,r-- 4
kissing a hand, he waves ii there sasi "a go
Where Moslem Dian mounts the air.
"Bon sor and welcome to thy beam,
Bright signal of appointed bliss! a,5 A., .
Long may'st thou be the poets theme,s
And harbinger Of joys like this
Which, ere the speeding of an honr,
Should wait me in yon blooming bowerp
Then, taking from his breast flute,' as
He broke the silence with strain u
That struck the ravished echoes mute,
Nor minstrel dared reply again.
But all unanswered went that flute,
And fast the lovers cheeks grow pale a,
When soft, o softl faInt-heard lutte -
Breathes back the earth-cocval tale. -asls
20, truest soul Of womankiud 70 ~ 80
She fails me not; shine brighter yet, 80,
Sweet iufdel until ] find ,a5 stassas 70
My Eva's Ieafy cabinet. gais'as tas ss.s
Light me hut DER yon wall and ditch, 9
Then fade or shine, care not which; 4,
Once In the light of Eva's eyes, sslasf4
ask no ray from out your skies. s-ia.al
He leapt the ditch and scaled the wall,
Thence dropping to the shells below, m
Recovered stainless from his fall Sgh taf
And trod those walks of ocean snow. 'As.f
A Garden Of Delight indeed
Where Flora. Art and Silva ruled.
In wondrous rivalry agreed, -
Its airs the play of fountains coold,
Its bloom the heavens refreshed in dew.
A wide expansc of slope and plain :--NSs%
Artistic heights from whence the view,
Like magic, wrought new domain,
This disclosing, and that concealipg,y
A trait or more, and each revealing
A beauteous change descending now,
By winding ways, yon saw not far,ess
Nor cared to see around, trow,
Was quite enough to make or mar.
Gas envy or content might choose) 40 14a
Your happiness. For there profdsc,
Was all that generous wealth could buy,
Rare taste dispose, or mind devise. -
Vases, urns,. exotics, the eye
Might weary Of, to find surprise
AndSentertainment in the groltos--
The labyrinths perfumed mottos
And epigrams here writ in flowers
The dells, the pools, luxurious bowers; ~
Shadowy ristasi classic shapes, us'a aslia
Whose marble shame the fose-tree drapes-
Deep blushing for the senseless store A. =
That hath no crimson of its own.
All me but there are cheeks enough, ~
Not made Of marbles bloodless stuff,
That want rose-tree at their side
Forsooth well uot stop here to chide
The boldness of UNCONSCIOUS charms,
Howe'er the muse indignant warns.
Nor did my hero stop or stay,
To note the moral We survey, a,fsd