The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1875-08-19
= DREAM OF FAIR WEATHER.
By JAMES MAURICE rHoMrsoS.

From Harper's Magazine for September
A strange wild being, half goat, half man
While past him the ployer anu t eun ra1 new
nd over his hOofS the river waves ran
Blew Oh a reed, and blew ana brew
The one mono,Onous tune mat ne Knew
And a wind came out of the dusky SOUTH
Calling the roses with a mellow sougn,
like A =. leJle- call nom lover ; mouth,
And the rose the red rose, sweetly enough
Bowed in acknowledgment thereof
And ont of The South with the wind there flew
a great blue heron that drifted low, ,.-o,,,
drOPP ~e hr}e,b willows waved to and fro
Ger the nest of teal in The hsgs oeio"-
Ms most a smile on the rivers face
In the kiss of ripples the lily slept;
aud here and there in the liquid space,
Where great brown turtles lazly cIePt,
In shoals the glittering sun perch leapt'
An oriole, deep in its braided nest,
ON the waves of the south Wlno IocAe" anu
rolled,
That it looked like some splendid molten
Poured from a crucible into mould.
In a lowering crowd of bStternies,
Lulled by murmur OF drowsy bees,
And flooded with sweets and tender dies
OF a bed of bloom in the stream of the breeze
a maiden slept in the dusk of the trees
numming bird daiEtily touched her mouth,
Finding il sweet as rosebud Is
And she smiled in her sleep, saying; sit is his
kiss
knew my lover would come for this,"
Her Lutte lay beside her, and, 10! the wind
Stirred TO music its tuned strings;
And swarms OF beautiful giIded things
Hung tranced in the air on hlmy wings
And out of the forest youth here came,
Tall and strong and 1.-the OF limb,
Till the maiden sprung up and answered him
Frcm the pool of blooms in the shadows dim.
But sleep was 10th TO let go her eyes,
Though her lovers kisses again and again
Thrilled them through with a sweet surprise,
And opened them ike blue lily buds twain
Blown into blossom after rain.
Her long hair fell down and down,
TiIIli a robe il enveloped her
With a'.nist of splendor from foot to crown;
And the breath of her lips was sweeter far
To her lover than all the bloom scents were.
she ,leahed on his breast, and ne pressed her
And kissed her again mid the singing of birds
And the sOugh of the south wilma calling the
rose,
And the south wind touching the lute's sweet
chords,
Drowned to a murn ur his 10 ing words.
With the gold shaded beetles and brown
And away like a bolt the hummiug bird sped,
While suddenly utterly up in the trees,
Their singing The emulous choirs did cease.
|'Iet us GO, said her lover, "while yet we are
young,
And life is like wine in the cup of the heart,
While love is q song that is yet unSung-
Come Let us go from all others apart;
Go with me- drift with me, asst as thou art!'
so she took up her late, and together they went,
Slow, side by side in the summer-land,
Where the grass flowed free like sea star
with b96bles and blossoms and fragrance
famed,
Til they reached and stood on the rivers
sand.
He drew from its hiding light canoe,
Launched IL and both stepped In with smiles;
He dipped the oars, the south wind blew,
And away they went through the stuboie
wieS
of the sheeny stream, by its drowsy lies.
Her hair on the wind, like a sun-smitten cloud,
Floated in long, bright brushes OF gold:
She touched her lutte and sang out so loud
That the river fringes, through every fold
or willows and rushes and plane-trees old,
Trembled with pleasure and leaned far down
Where the waterfalls in their sleek, tight
coats,
And the great blue heron and dunlIn brown,
TiptOed on the sand with outStTetc1e ed threats
Caught in the wonderful snare OF her notes.
Oh, ever and ever the weather was fair,
And ever ana ever tie view was fine;
They laughed and sung, nor dreamed OF care,
But fioated light on in the sweet sunshine
Till they drank life up like drinking good
wine.
Now,when they were gone, the goat-foOted man
With the furry ears, hilarious grew,
And up and down by the river ran.
And blew on a reed, and blew and blew
The one delightful tune that he knew