New-York tribune., 1878-12-17
NEW PUBLICATIONS.
BAYARp TAYLORs NEW POEM.

the neriod when the waning lights OF Paganlsm
began to grow pale in the dawn OF Chrls'iau'.S'
and now Sun arose upon the nations OF tue "oi"
foreshOwlng o new epoch IN the DrogIeSS VI n
manity The passing away OF the ancient la''h -
announced in the song of the shepherd, who sees
around him the crumbling ruins of the past, out
with eyes "a vet unsealed to the coming glories OF
the future The shepherd awaking from slumber
as he watched his locks on the once grassy plaln
begins to sing
IA piain sloping from high mountains toperds me seq
AitIs bases Of ne nloTntons tohy rautted entrances
egss s5Tsrd a,ren rSg rS he s' sEgSS Sra cP Of lacs
ne GOek scattered orer me pidn.l
SHEPHERD
Have outElept the thuuderf Has the storm
Broken aud 70 led away fhat leadrn weight g
Which pressed mine eyelids TO reluctant sleep
As sI' I be- held it. Yonder hang the clouds,
Rnss we2y mss.sT s.sSToI grew w and hyacnth
And bees were busy the bells OF tnyme
Bleed rs press them who hath wrought the changef
Toe Pan hsT 'a ao; e ,e pacd house,
WIati-rooA,ss, nowl Arc she and JoVe at strife ~
And, see this altar 10 the Ii'noy iYmphS
Oi field aud flock, the holy ones wro llit
poor mans prayer so his the G0ds may near
shivered Hath thuudcr, then double o0il'
Ihey said some war Of TIians wFs renewed,
But SAGA should not concern Us humn,e men men,
Who We cur dues OF doves and yeanng amos
And mountain honey. Let the priests ID charge,
Resolve the feud!-'l Is they are answerabe,
Not we; ard il imp,t Gods make wOe
We should not Suhr! .--,-,.....
Floating about the copses and the slopes
As in old days, when earth nd sgmGSr !I 1Sa saLs'
Too sad 30 come from their iuN!olDIt 'ongh
That moved all things TO Joy; but viii hear
A band of nymphs and chorus of voices are then
introduced upon the scene, between whom and the
shepherd a dialogue ensues, blending CLEAN oil
hope while reverting TO the achievements OF poetry
and art. with the solemn announcement by the
voices of blessed martyrs that old things are done
away, and that the destiny of man is to be fulhed
in new order which yet is only family fore
boded in dim prophetic VISION -
NYMPHs.
We came when Won called US VI linked dainty being
With The mystery OF beauty III al things tdlL annplI;
Bat Unly ne hath seen u.s. who was happy IN ht seg,
And hatu heard, who listened III the glauntss o. De-
lief.
As frost that Green's ere the winds Of Winter whistle,
Aud Odors die in blossoms that chilly to the core,
Your doubt hath SEM before II tie sign OF our dsssa
We pass, ere ye speak IT.; we go ana como no hore'
SHEPHERD.
II blight they threaten = is already here;
Yet stil methinks, the sweet and Wholesome grass
Nv wethers hecces. We, Eartn's pensioners,
Fxpect less bounty when her store is scaut;
But wHe her life though changed from what II was
Feeds the sunshine, we snail also live
VOICES CrOul uidergrOund)
We won. through mart yTdon, the power 10 aid;
We met the anguish and were uOtsilraid;
Like One, We bore for You ihe penal pain.
Behold your life is but a culprifs chance
10 rise, renewed, from ont its closing trance
And, save its loss, there is not any gain!
What tongues austere arc these: that offer help
OF loving lives i-that promise final good,
Greater than gave the Gods SO theirs De Iostf
Sad Is their message, yet its sense allurcs,
And large the DrOmis', though IT leaves us bare
/ would knew the secret; but, instead,
shudder with siranGs y9.qptIoS g, nous ave, d.s,,.ed
Choice offered us when tenn Of choice is past,
And We obedent unto them HEN that ehoosI; s,osS
NYMPHs.
Our service hath ceased for you, shepherisI
We fade from yolr DAYS and your dreams,
The joy tnat was swift as streams!
To the musical reeds, and the grasses
To the forest, the cUpse aud the dell;
To the mist and the rainbow that passes;
The vine. aud the goblet,-farcwclll
Go, drink from the fountains thai flow not!-
Our songs aud our whispers are dumb;
But the thing ye doing ye know not
Nor dream Of the thing tnat shall come
VOICES.
hatn mot eS We %aed or Ths hRd
Which coming not we issue lorth to power.
We smite your lovely wautOnness to save;
We hang Eternity on Lies weak hour
NTMPHs.
We wait III tbe breezcs,
We hide III the vapors'
And linger IN echoes,
Awaiting recall.
VOICES.
The word is spoken, let the judgment fall
NYNPHs..
The heart OF the lover;
The shapes the marble,
Our passing deplore.
VOICES.
Truth comes, aud vanity shall be no morel
NYMPHs.
Not Not wholly dn1i 7, we ,sn vanish sRi6reu
The falth of the poets
Shall seek us, and hnd.
VOICES.
Dead are the things the world has left behind
SYMPHs.
Lost beauty snall haunt you
With tender remorses;
The passion returnl
The fame shall purify, the FIRE shall burnt
NYNPHs.
Lift from the rivers
Your siiyer sjtndals,
From mists of the mountains
Your floating Veilsl-
From muskg vineyard,
And copse OF laurel,
The ears that listened
For lovers talcsl
Let olives ripen
And die, untcDded;
Leave oak and poplar,
And homeless pneI
Take shell and trumpet
From swell OF surges.
And feet that gllsen
From restful brlnel
Has closed the bell
As love from the bosom
when dOubGs compel,
We so; FAREWELL
SHEPHERD
The strains dissolve into the hollow air.
Vet something stays-a sense OF distant woe.
As now, this hour, while the green lizards gilde
Prinks With deliberate iiil his rufhed plumes,
Far off, IN other lands, an earthquake heayed
From twisted clouds thar ruin as they pass.
Rut 10 l-yhO rises yODdeT '-as from sleep
r sing slow movements Of a sluggish grace,
Tbat sneak her yeIdlc, though Jltaness,
And strong though troubled, Is her breadth OF bTow.
And ewes Of strange, divine obscur1iy.
She sees me not: am too mean Tor siRht
OF such goddess; yet, mcth!Dks. the milk
or thore large breasts might feed me lutO that
which one dreamed should be-lord, not slavei
The poetical beauty Of this scene is not obscured
by the bodncss of its conception Its prOfoundness
of thought and the weird glamour which wells its
significance beneath the images Of Oracular utter