New-York tribune., 1873-01-28


GOrgelet, wristlet, let them shine,
On their snowy pillows sleeping,
And the satined slipper fine,
COyly from ITS ambush peeplng.
For q lover rides yOur way
viii make We grave or make ye gay.
Lo he comes, Loves throbbing star,
Heart to make OF heart 10 mar;
And his lips. Loves perfect bow,
Shoot words that kindle as they go.
What somber pile is this we
lu the moonlight standing hoary,
SO gaunt, so stern II well might be
Famed IN antique song or storyi
Round its towers the dafklIng vine
Clambering coils her leafy spirei
Above IL the primeval pine
Sweeps his memory -burthened Tyre,
That still repeats the lofty strOphes learned
when frst the fellOe OF the heaven was turned
'Tis the abbey OF the vale:
Save the meek foot OF contrition,
Naught can pass its sacred pale,
Or the snOwy-plumed petition
'Scaping on its starry mission,
Here band of Roses pray
TO High God bV night and day.
These, q spOtless sisterhoOd,
sweetly clustered. live and brood
On the glories of their Lord
And the promise OF His Word.
From Oue IN the green
One, the fairest, chanced 10 lean,
All her maiden bosom bare.
Forth upon the starlight air.
Lost in thoughts OF plety,
Here she told her rosary,
DeWy beads. right out Of heaven sent,
10 grace her holiness and pure INTENT
Spying her, loves eager hunter
Thlther spuTred his course enamored.
As he gallOped 10 confront her,
MerrY merry down the night
The thin hoof Of his jennet clamored.
Better to bewtch her sight,
Lightly proves ms gay maneCe:
No Parthian or Numidian feat
But he the wonder could repeat:
Pricks his steed TO headlOng rage,
Then with deity fingered snattie
Will his fOamy urgcnce battle.
Shifting aye his Timber pace,
Curvette, pirOuette, caprlOe. CaracOe,
Down he sweeps with gallant grace.
SO bold a rider, form so fair
What marvel the maid should midway stop
In her maze of Aves. and let drop
The golden hIament OF her prayer!
Thus he frames his cunning plea:
well love the hopes that gladden.
Hearts that stagger, sorrow laden:
Dear the fOmt whose lustral rain
Purges off the worldly stain:
sweet the gloom OF holy cell,
And christened fancles that there dwell.
Yet one thing hateful is 10 me-
The pride of perfect piety.
Sweeter than thy miserere
Joy whose warblings never weary;
Wiser than thy credos old,
Faith that never has been told;
Chaster than thy barren vows
Warm thick oaths that Hymen knows;
And holy as thy rigid rites
Loves 6allowed days and fervid nights.
Shafts thou wOudst seal up in culver,
Love has thieved and shoots at me;
Hurts they scatter can DE never
wholly salved unless by thee.
Maiden, bate thy virgin edge
And accept Loves privilege.
What the kindly Life permits us,
Wen 10 welcome, best BELTS us.
World Is ours, let us not slight il:
Dark, we have Loves lamp to light 10.
Cold, Loves hearth is good 10 warm il,
Evil Love can best reform il.
Come within my bosom nestle,
While with stubborn things wrestle.
Every thrust OF mortal harm
VIII parry with sure arm.
Year may wax and year may wane,
We will scud the fOwery plain,
Above, the skyey flag unfured.
Around, the softly muTmurlng world,
To the land that Love likes best,
Aud bowers where he makes ms rest
There 10 thy divine Ideal
Will we rhyme our Hymenea:
Heaven. whose sweets thou piu'st 10 prove,
Will grow round us while We move;
God thou tudest now so fair.
We VIII meet him everywhere"
The sweet rose sadly shakes her head,
Shakes her head, aud with a sigh
Thinks Of Him that for her bled;
And with rapt and earnest eye
Points her finger up on high
zephyr ferries 10 his ear
The soft freight Of her whisper clear.
Ny bridegroom hVcs above the sky"
eaving the personal experiences of the Brook"
ch at length find happier issue, the poet endeav
to entice from him a confession of his inward
ulses. to which he replies in a vein of frankness
surprising in crystal stream"
Just then the Mornings ruddy palm
Began TO smooth his riuglets bright
To lay his sudden heat. and calm
His QmckeDed veins in baths Of light.
AuOn he swept his hand across
The crystal sinews Of his Tyre,
Set their chime 10 rhythmic laws
And tanned their wayward fire.
As round some warrior, that comes back
From tOilsOme wars with pOmp and glory,
The people 6Ock, and clog his track
And whisper his proud story,
SO thick the varied numbers throng:
All young and lovely forms Of sound
In quick procession gather round,
As with sweet IToemlal pauses,
n rich treUucuCc OF InelOdlOuS clauses,
He moves III triumph brave along
Toward the stately arch OF song.
Through his million veins are poured
The speudors OF the heaven whence he fell
Wise above his thought is he:
Deep things he has to tell
To such as with "A swift deXterity
Can aptly gloss his tangled word.
To an eternal song he frames his dance,
And urges his advance
Through numbers motions ntricately woven.
No pedants eye aVails TO sean
The tunult Of his fOaming line,
Whose music owns rule divine
To ears that once have caught the plan
His notes so delicate and fine
My rudely fingered stop would crumbe;
Only some easier tones twine
To wreathe my hOmely line.
But, ah the strength, the scope, the vision,
The naive detouT, the cadence sweet,
What bard could IN his rhyme imprison,
or bind with melOdiOus fetter
The prance Of these fine feel!
Whence / come or whittier 20,
little question for well know.
What am, tits JOY TO be;
Laughter IL my yesture,
And god Of revelry
BeckOps in my gesture.
love my proper damon well;
Summons he, haste ~ follow
Through bamy grove or grassy dell
Or mountains tempest haunted hollow.
"Only to the sober eye
The gods withdraw the curtains OF the sky.
Pressed from an immortal vine,
Temperance Is eternal wine.
Who drinks my liquors chaste and cool
May slight the Helconian pool:
He has no need to steal sip
From HafZ' bowl, or battle his lip
In honey pressed from Pindar's comb,
Or taste OF Bscchus philtered foam,
Or flch from Chaucers bounteous grace
Some liquid Hmpid, pnrling phrase.
He shall take with heavenly sleight
N Syringe Of couchaDt rhyme
The holy syllables, that In their flight
Skim the meads OF Time,
And sometimes tarry for a night.
Lark like they warble sweet and clear
UP and down the busting sphere;
Happy be that skills TO hear
Their feathery Garage light
Wide waves the harvest Of sweet song
Long since the gods have sown the seed:
Iblther thousand reapers throDR