The Red Cloud chief., 1880-10-21
AMID THE

SOMF. live In innocence agafu.
Sweet soul of mine:
And weave once more the tender daisy-chain,
And ringlets of the dandelion fine!
Come. sing and Groom and chant
Here lurks no aching want
OF Past or Present;
Here honey-bind is found.
And creeping DER the ground
Mellow sunbeams pleasant
Comet live in tender JOYS and sweet embraces
OF bird-notes dropping hither,
All I'm the golden autumn weather,
All in the grasses and gray leaves together.
An see how eyes shine out from fair young
In g~entians blue, that catch the thistie's
feather:
Come, breathe and lvei
For here grow sweet all gracious things TO
give.
Here noddeth fine
NV Lady Columbine:
Jacket and Brooches, some do call her.
Oh. naughty name! She is my Lady Column
May no III frost or plucking hand befaIl herl
Oh, hither come and hidcl
Here i'm the grasses nestle, nestle deep with
Here with my bounteous Love and me
abide,
Sweet Nature, Queen Of all green things that
he,
For over all
Some high Spirit mystical.
With vaporous form and golden-1ropping hair,
Breaches through the drowsy skies
The mcllow-:intcd midsummer air
And offers sacrifice!
Ali what's 50 sweet
As the tripping. twinklinp feet
OF the bronklct meath the willOws7
And what, an, what's so fair
As the summer air.
And the lark high up in it's ieecy billows7
Add here i'm the mcadnw-land far below
We can listen and catch the strcami.t's flow,
And hear the lark till he's out of sight
In the breezy blue above the hill,
And watch the snnbcams drop and fill
Each little flow -r-cup with delight:
For here the shadows are soft and still
Hist nc hushed rs n startled mole
CURED in it's cradle: for over the knoll
see the soft brown twiiching ear
OF the shy gray rabbit peeping!
lie thinks that we are sleeping
Nature ana I! lila, ma!
And soon more near
He'll crouch his form and crop the hillside
tender:
And IL the winds blow bv.
He knows them. knows them just as well as i,
Nor fears their shrill pipes slender.
Hear how aloft the old crows caw.-
Ca ca
Wicked black crows that an their NAV
With pretty ncld-farcs. What a shamol
Here's ON" tina; built his nest close by,
Last summer. and IN" grasses lie
Tramplcd 10y the path he came.
See. here deep down are moses and sweet
And m~cadow-frc that burns:
Loves torch. they call il rather,
WI illtll : cup. u llilfltfit- IllAifh anu uiu'I
Here's Indian-pipc. the fairies smoke:
They light IL 10y the mcadnw-firc.
And here the magic ring they broke
When dancing ia their cricket choir.
And here arr spicy minis.
And ciul-hcad Iich"ns full Of frcakish dints
OF touthsomc elves. and prints
Of winding pathway thro' the rccdy grasses,
Where, h~urryIns wild, the cmmet's army
Here dainty roads,
Where. shining soft, the yelvet-coated toads.
Crushing the heritage, pant when rain Is over,
Hopping 10 meet their loves I'm musky clover;
And here the nold-mouse comes,
Stealing sweet Natures crumbs
Seeds that she plants for mice and birds un-
Far from the ca-k Of men
She stores her wealth OF grain
way-side farms hy walls, brier-grown and
oV"r-werdc1.
Here. here I watch them come
The wild bee with his drum:
The tilt ting dra gon-;lv with azure wing;
The painted moths; and 10!
With his sharp. wiry bow.
The cihowrd grasShoppcr. with sudden spring
While futtering down like shells through some
blue ocean,
In undulatinns ~rhythmically slow,
Through the blue miStcd air OF autumn lucid
Purple as Tyrihn tides, and interfuscd
With incense odprs OF all sweet shrubs
The splendid widc-winged maple leaflets mel
low
Here still are huttcrcups, so silvery yellow;
And here sweet wintcr-Vrccn, with berries red.
And here from nodding head
The fcathcry dandclion soweth wide
Her venturous parachutcs: how light
They mount, the breeze, and vanish from the
sight,
And here Iow-couched abide,
And creeping softly slide
AruutuS tcndrls through the rustling grass,
Waiting for SHOWS 10 pass,
To breathe once more the yerdure or the
And here on wing
Come the sharp sparrows. and late robins sing
Their farewells. So, FAREWELL.
The light doth pass
From sky and vale and mountain
As from some spent and golden-watered foun-
tain.
s., FAREWELL
While through the mcadOw-grass
CricketS and restless nudge and night-wings
rally
Their forces far and near,
And fill the ear
With paintings of soft plumes and rustlings
clear.
And music shrill and high, through the long
dusky valley.
William II. Briggs, in HdTper's Magazine.