The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1871-09-07
Enchsntment.
BN ALICE CARY.

All ia tite May times merriest weather
Rode two travellers, bride and groom;
Breast and breast went their mules together,
Fetiock deep through the daisy bloom.
Hoses peeped al them out OF the hedges,
White flowers leaned to them down from the thorn
And up from the burrows with sunlit edges
Crowded the children that sowed in the corn.
Cheek DER cheek, and with red so tender
Ripping bright through the gypsy brown,
Just TO see how 4 ady's spendor
Sh0ne the heads of the datlods down.
An, but the wonder grows and fingers,
An. but their fields look low and lorn,
Just to think how her jeweled fingers
Shamed the seeds of their yellow corn
on it sweet, SO sweet to be idle
Each little sower with fate fell wrothi
Oh. but to ride with spangled bride
on tor saddle with scarlet cloth
Waving corn--each stalk in tassel;
Home with its latch and its turf lit room
What was this by the side OF CASTLE
What was that TO u tossing plume
Now kissed the white ones and the blue,
Sang the redbreast over them lowering
All as the world were but just made new.
Ana on and on through the golden weather,
Fear at the faintest and hope at the BEST
Went the true lovers riding together,
Ont OF the East-land and into the West
Father and mother in tears abiding,
Bridesmaids all with their tavors dressed,
Back and backward the daisies sliding,
Doye-throat, black-foot, breast and breast,
\ tt hath the 'rde-lnad joy of her pining.
Ana Efief SITS light on the mothers brow,
Under her cloud is silver lining
The lowly child Is a lady now
But Tor the sewers, with eyes held shady
Either with sun brown arm or hand
Darky they follow the lord and lady
With Jealous hatred of house and land.
Fine-lt was all so fine to be idle:
Dull and dreary the work-day doom
on, but to ride with spanged bride
on tor a cap with a tossing plume
Nearing the castle, the bells fell ringing,
And strong men and maidenS to work and wait
Cried, Gods grace on the brides home bringing
And master mistress, rode throush the gate.
Five select bridesmaids OF the chamber
one seWtd her silkcn seams, one kept her rings,
One for the pearl combs one for the amber,
And one for her green fan of peacock wings.
And sweetly and long they abode in their castle,
And daughters and sons to their love were born
But doves ut the dew fall homeward nestle,
To lodge in the ratters they left AT morn;
Aud memory, ing true and tender,
As pleasures faded and years increased,
Uit bore the lady from all her splendor
ont OF The Nest-land and into the East.
And far from the couch where sleep so slowly
Came TO her eyes through the puppies grand,
Left her to lodge in the bed so lowly,
SmoOthed by the mothers dear, dear hand.
Bat attel all The ado to assemble
The sunrise picture to brighten the set,
One there was thrilled her heart to a trembe,
Halt made OF envy and halt OF regret.
An, it this that in playful sporting,
And not as lamenting her maiden years,
Often she brought from the time OF the counting,
When hopes are the sweeter for little fears,
hat one day OF the days pleasant,
when, while she unused of her lord, as it fell.
Rode from the castle the groom with his present,
Dear little doNe-t throat, belON ed so well
or altar. i'll splendor of liliea and laces,
Long tres sed bride maids priest close shorn
Or ride through the daises, or green field spaces,
tiIy with children that sowed in the corn;
Z who have lett the noontide behind you
And whom dull shadows begin to oppress
Say, ere the nighttime taleth to blind you
Which was the picture-pray, do you guess
III in the castle was sweet with contentment,
For Fortune, in granting all iavorS but one
Threw over the distance cruel enclantmcnt
That darkened the loye-light and darkened the sun
OF aims and OF pleasures the litel long bestowers.
The lord and the lad y had just lament
ON, Tor the lives OF the brown little sewers
And oh. for their artless and homely coutentl