Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1879-12-13
APOCALYPSE OF THE SEASONS.
A SPRING MORNING

A SPRING MORNING.
From the bright threshold Of her Orient towers,
The Morn advancing, strokes win wahehihS
The dewy forehead of the slumberlnR Earth:
And rs sne comes, her ruddy steps imprint
The peaked clouds, as If The beautiful fees
OF them that bring glad tidings were abroad
On those ethereal mountains. Awake. come
forth,
Nv fair one, let us hence to greet her steps,
Ere from the fowery lap of hazy dell
And breezy-woode4 top OF FURNISHED hill.
The sun bright borders OF her misty skirts
She gather staid about her, and Withdraw
In waning beauty from the Earth. See: lady,
With rosy. beekoning hand and mods: ,: mat SEND
She bids us come, and in these glisteninS dews,
Let fall by Night in silent btnedlction,
OF areerinr' bright with pledges oil the joys
Dispensed to all that court her earliest beams.
OF Ether's serene ocean wells, and Hoods
With amber pillows half this Isle of Earth,
And sweet her breath. whether from numld
depths
OF waving shade it comes, grain fields, glad
With waving sunshine, or from garden bowers
OF vines, inwoven with enameling bloom.
And pleasant is the voice OF Morn, fair lady.
Which, into many rural descant wrought
And cadence long drawn out thou canst not
But hear delighted, in the lyric streams
That leap hilarious from the jubilant hills,
And minstrel gales that sweep with whirring
Th' IEolian boughs of resonant groves and sway
Them into airy bowers OF harmony;
In the brisk clarion OF her Herald-bird.
And oheery hum Of busy foraging bee;
| In schoCl-boy's whistle keen and blithe and
or ploug6man waited o'er the rustling maize.
But more delighted wilt thou be, II once
hSas 15ass hsppy an 1Se Iuxom i.Ie brs
Which warbling, whistling, trilling, piping
cOolng,
Fill Earth and ecnolng sky, e'en to the gates
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And yet. Pensylla, more delighted still,
| II in the full and blended harmony
| OF all these sounds, thou hear 1t, and bethink
Thee of the deep Significance expressed
When Lie with painted fantasies o;er-vapored.
Seems but voyage across aerial seas;
Its Past, q dream unbroken by the Present,
Its fancies, but the nebulous glow of thoughts
And yearnings In the Soul's immensity;
Its Hope. a star, that scarce hath need to beam
Where the eVer-present Sun of gladness shines.
SUMNER NOON.
The Morn is past, Pensylla. Day in prime
Stands on the summit OF his shining arch,
With naught distinguishable to outward view,
t. impersonate his universal presence,
Save his one burning eye of living light.
How tremulous th' air with heat, and yet how
'Tis mldnight's hush with radiance overland.
In field and bushy wild the birds are mute,
The welcoming strains OF whose glad minstrelsy
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Were wanting TO attune their feathery pipes.
In scattered dots of slowly shifting shade.
age flied,
Composed and ruminatlng wait the Even.
Not in the ruffled crest Of verdrous hill,
| Nor dimpIed sheen Of fglassy-sliding stream,
| Is there betrayal OF q single gust
Stray ed va2abond and rude; and yet tbs all
| The calm of consciOus power; for Day now hold
Our mother Earth with steep magnetic glance,
Transfusing through her huge quiescent frame
Perennial vigor, Renerative warmth,
| And to the verdure OF her slOping zones
| Imparting ripper hues. The flowers resign
Their last sweet moisture to his tbirsting ray,
In lieu of richer dyes: more solid sweets;
From pale, to darker red the berries turn
And o'er the apples olive cheek there steals
ruddier glow. Yet, vanished by no means,
Nor shall be, e'en when Summers prime b
All signs OF vernal immaturity,
4 seen IN those Indian files of tassellng maize,
Which Autumn. mellowing evening OF the year
. With tempering, frost to yellow ripeness brings
or red deliciousness.
Now, toward the East
Slowly the trees their dial-shadows turn.
And cheerily atield the farmer drives
, HIS numbering reaper, whose revolving reel
! With slow, successive stroke, bends the ia
grain
lOf the fast -cnttlng Level knife, which strews
The smooth shorn fields with sheaves OF unboun
gold.
A busy, blithssome tune this reaper sings,
AS close at hand. it rolls along the ground,
! With incest cunning Clipping the yellow skirt
\ or Ceres as it goes. Receding now,
Its distant clamor, like the hum of bees,
Cheerily down the stubbly vista comes;
Now hia from view behind @ the he SHAKEN SHAKEN crown
Like some far watery roar, heard through Il
d.pths
To listen still. and yet. and yet again.
Till silence, for space, holds all the air.
But scarce the echoes, from their leufy perch.
. Have ceased their quavering hubbub, whe
Obstreperous, round yon bearded knoll it come
e And what delights th' expected listener most
: Heart easing laughter, shout, and brisk hurral
o And labor-cheerinS song. that tells the thanl
10 bounteous Nature inly sung-while Day
e And harvest hand-ln- n-hand together wane.
AN AUTUMN EVENING.
And now the melowing hours bring on the Ey,
My fair one; pensive on the quiet scene
= Her lengtheniIg shadows lie, of woods and hill
And wreathins smoke, betokenIng home
: From shaded hay rcks and broad bre;,>t
stacks,
From stubbie dun and meadows shorn and tn
From clovery breath OF herds, and smell
flowers
That lell where Summers golden sandals las,
Were seen. comes what immiAed the memo
OF Incense breathed at Morn, now purer grow
Sy passage through the fitering fires Of Moo
From vocal streams. whose liquid choruses
Meet Silence midway in her soft descent;
From choral winds, that fill with whisper
hymns
The mossy aisles of leafy-vaulted woods;
From birds, that pour their warbled ecstacies
O'er the bright edge Of Days decline, and sol
y 'cund laborers honeward vending, comes
What seem soft echoes from the voice of Nor
Heard through the interflow of noantide air.
, Such anthems, Eve, IN Sign of wsrship sing
, Such in cense breathes, in sign Of thankfulnes
Pure is her light. that erst as Orient light.
From Ether's serene ocean welled and now
Returning, pOurs its golden ebbng flood
Sheer down the slOped sides Of our floating Isl
p And leaves II gray and glimmeiin dritti
~ huge
Through starred Infinitude.
as Sweet, solemn Eve,
nd An airy apparitiOn, now methinks
ap see her lowering o'er the glimmerlng hills, -
hit Her shadowy locks fai waving. dreppirg dew
las r. impearl the radiant forehead of the Morn
70, Gemmed with the crescent moon, her brow
r- nign;
es. Her Silly feet with slumberous sandals wing,
he ldS pf her Ira "a.