The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-11-04
LONGFELLOW,s NEW POEM.
'rhe Hanging of the Crane.

Ana now SlU anu muse On what may De,
And In my vision see, or seem TO see,
Through floating vapors interfused with light,
Shapes indeterminate, that CLEAN and fade,
As shadows passing into deeper shade
Sink and elude the sight.
For two alone, there in the hall,
Is spread the table round and small
Upon the polished silver shine
The evening lamps, but more divine
The light Of love shines over all;
OF love that says not mine and thine
But ours for ours Is thine and mine.
They want no guests to come between
Thell tender glances like screen
And tell them tales OF land and sea,
And whatsoever may betide
The great forgotten world outside;
They want no guests; they needs must he
Each others own best company.
III.
The picture fades as at a village fair
showman's views dissolve into the air,
10 reappear TRANSPORTED on the screen,
SO in my fancy this and now once more
In part TRANSPORTED, through the open door
Appears the self-same scene.
Seated see the two again,
But not alone; they entertain
A little angel unaware.
With face as round as Is the NOON
royal guest with flaxen hair,
Who, thronged upon his lofty chair,
Drums on the table with his spoon,
Then drops 1t careless on the tloor
To grasp at things unseen beforS.
Are these celestial manners? These
The ways that win, the arts that please ?
All, yes; consider well the guest
And whatsoer he does seem best;
He ruleth BY the right divine
or hclpleSsneSs, so lately born
In purple chambers OF the morn
AS sovereign over thee and thine.
lie Speaketh not. and yet there lies
A conversation In his eyes:
The golden silence of the Greek,
The greatest wisdom Of The wise.
Net spoken in language, but In looks
More legible than printed BOOKS.
AS If he could but would not speak.
And now, o monarch absolute.
Thy power is put to proof; for To-
Restless, fathOmlesS and slow,
The nurse come rustlinE like the sea
And pushes back thy chair and thee,
And so good night to King Canute.
AS one who walking In the forest trees
lovely landscape through tine parted trees,
Then sees 1t not for boughs that Intervene,
Or as we see the moon sometimes revealed
Through drifting clouds. and then again con
cealed,
So behind the scene.
There are two guests at table now;
The king. dcposed, and older grown,
No longer occupies the throne
The crown is on his sisters brow;
A princess from the Fairy Tales,
The very pattern girl OF girls,
All covered and uncovered in curls.
Rose tinted from the Isle OF Flowers
And sailing with soft silken sails
From far of Dreamland into ours.
Above their bowls with rims OF blue
Four azure eyes of deeper hue
Are looking dreamy with delight:
Limpid as planets that emerge
Above the oceans rounded verge,
Soft shining through the summer night.
Steadfast they gaze, yet nothing see
Beyond the horizon OF their bowls;
Nor care they for the world that rolls
with all its freight OF troubled souls
Into the days that are to be.
Again the tossing boughs shut out the scene,
Again the drifting vapOrs intervene,
And the moons palld disk Is hidden quite;
And now | see the table wider grown,
As round pebble into water thrown
Dllates ring OF light.
see the table wider grown,
see 1t garlanded with guests,
AS II fair Arladne'5 crown
out OF the sky had fallen down;
Maidens within whose tender breasts
A thousand restless hopes and fears,
Forth reaching TO the coming years,
tlutter awhile, then quiet lie,
Like timid birds that lain would fly,
But do not dare to leave their nests
And youths, who In their strength elate
Challenge the van and front OF fate,
Eager as champions to be
In the divine knight-errantry
or youth, that travels sea and land
seeking adventures, or purSueS
Through cities and through solitudes
FreQuented by the lyric Muse,
The phantom with the beckoning hand,
That still allures and still eludes.
U sweet illusions OF the brain!
u tllrlllS OF IRE anu lrOSt
The world is bright while we remain,
And dark and dead when ye are lost.
".
The meadow brook, that seemeth to stand sti
Quickens its current as IL nearS the mill
And 50 the stream OF time that llngereth
In level places, and so dull appears,
Runs with swifter current rs II nears
The gloomy mills OF Death.
And now, like the magician's scroll,
That In the owners keeping shrinks
With every wish he speaks or thinks,
TIL the last wish consumes the whole,
The table dwindles, and again
see the two alone remain.
The crown OF stars Is broken in parts
Its Jewels, brighter than the day,
Have one by one been stolen away
TO shine In other homes aud hearts,
One is wanderer now arar
In Ceylon or IN Zanzibar,
Or sunny regions OF Cathay;
And one is In the boisterous camp,
Mid clink OF arms and horses tramp,
And battles terrible array.
see the patient mother read.
With aching heart, OF wrecks that float
Disabled on those seas remote,
Or or some great, heroic deed
on battle field where thousands bleed
To lift one hero into fame.
Anxious she bends her graceful head
Above those chronicles OF pain
And trembles with a secret dread,
Lest there among the drowned or slain
She ma the one beloved name.
After a day of cloud and wind and rain
| Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again
And touching all the darksome woods vii
Smiles on the fields, until they laugh and sin
Then like ruby from the horizons ring
Drops down into the night.
What see now? The night is fair,
The storm OF grief, the clouds OF care,
The wind, the rain, have passed away;
The lamps are lit, the fire burns bright,
| The house Is full OF life and light
| IL is the Golden Wedding day.
| The guests come thronging In once more,
quick footsteps sound along the floor,
| The trOopng children crowd the STAIR
And In and out, everywhere,
| Flashes along the corridor,
The sunshine or the olden hair.
| On the round table In the hall
| Another Arladne'S crown,
| out OF the SKY hath fallen down;
More than one Monarch OF the Moon
Is drumming with his silver spoon;
The light OF love shines over all.
o fortunate, o happy day
| The people sing, the people say,
The ancient bridegroom and the bride,
serenely smiling on the scene,
| Behold, well pleased on every side,
Their forms and features multiplied,
AS the reflection OF light
Between two FURNISHED mirrors CLEANS.
or lamps upon a bridge at night
Stretch on and on before the sight,
TIL the long vista endless seems
|
MISS FITCH.
BY LUCY HELEN GUERNSEY.
CHAPTER |.
81 think" said Miss Fitch, setting {
the table a dainty little pair of socks, al
contemplating them in rather an abse
manner" think ] shall go to town t
morrow" Miss Fitch lived in Brdgeto
and when she talked of going to town 81
meant going to Philadelphia, as matt
of course.