Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1881-09-07
Aanraste1 fntelIiqellcer,
WEDNESDAY EVENING, SEPT. 2, 1881.

WEDNESDAY EVENING, SEPT. z. 1881.
UNDER THE MAPLE.
Beneath the shelter of this friendly maple
lie, half buried by the bearded grass.
And watch the clouds, like white-sailed SO uad-
In slow succession through the sky seas pass
Above the noisy rattle of the locusts,
Above the brooklet's singing bright and
blithe,
hear the far, faith laughter of the mowers,
The clicking OF milestone on scythe.
Borne on the wind from forest, hill and
meadow,
The mingled scents Of wild flowers to me
ride,
To match the rare aroma OF the verses
OF the old poet. open at my side.
Halt down the west the summer sun is sink
ing.
A golden bubble on a sapphire sea;
Through half-closed eyes the landscape, all
a-tremble.
Seems half vision, half reality.
drink the air, an amber wine translucent,
Spiced with some potent charm of sorcery !;
Faint grow all sounds; q cain. delicious Ian
guOr
Binds every sense and sets my spirit free.
o happicst day OF the glad days Of summer!
Not vainly have thy precious hours been
spent.
In idling here beneath this sheltering maple,
Spreading its arms above me like tent
For have lived I'm dreams hundred cycles,
Have wandered far on fancy's wings to-day
Have drunk deep diaughts of musky -odored
sherbcl,
Where sacred Ganges scawarl finds his way,
Beneath the lotos trees, while night-cycd
CHAIRMAN
Shared for my soul with many IL tempting
vile.
With dreamy eyes I've watched the lazy
bargcs
Laden with fruit creep up and down tho
Nile.
Now on Il Netijil stallion. sleek and supple,
scurrie DER tic arid wastes of sand:
Now listening meath the moon to Arab
madeas
Singing the burning lovc-songs of their land.
And have lived a Greek, of future careless,
Toying in sports and song and summer sun,
Hearing the voice OF wood nymph and of
naad
In every grove and every stream that run.
Prone at his fest, heard In strain heroic
The sghtless bard of Cnios mesh his soul
Into the IncaSuic Is of his deaf hlesS epic,
Whose organ tones still down the centuries
roll.
And have walked with stern, heart.broken
Dante.
Have looked into the saint-like Raphaers
And watched within their dark brown depths
refug0nt
The masters dreams of hcavcn-bOrn beauty
And have lain among the wind-lovcd daisies
With CI;lucer's self this rry-heartci day,
And heard his voice. clear as his native sky
lark's,
CarOlliny songs OF love and chivalry.
Have seen grave Milton seated at his organ,
His rapturcd taco upliftctl to the skies,
His soul borne on the mighty rush OF music
Through fields of asphodel in paradise.
And, joy OF all. 1 stood within the hostel
Where rare Ben JOnsOn ruled tho merry
thrOng,
Master OF rcvels. prince of all good fellows,
Ready at grip or bacchanalian song.
And one there sat among them as OF princely
Lineage, so kingly was his face;
knew the gcniusliShted eyes OF Shakespeare,
Forefront OF Englamd's more than loyal
race.
All! beat Ac,:ron's heart than mine more
wildly
When, pecring through the tangled flowers
and vine,
He saw the huntrcss queen unclose the vest.
mcntS
That hid her beauty from unholy eync:
And have been with Keats, too in my dream
ing
Sweet poet called too soon to dwell anon.
Tn immortals; in whose heart the gols took
To live new, born, forever I'm his song.
Close at his side, with fiery hearted Shelley,
Iwam.ere.l Ger the breezy English hills,
Now talking. smiling now TO ) the hlrebclis
Nod to their shadows i'm the meadow rills.
Oglamourcd past: y dreams OF joy ecstatic I!
Ic vanish as tho evening, still and shy;
A hooded novice stealeth from her clOister
To bring sweet pc ace unto the fiery sky.
Ye vanish; yet ye shall not wholly leave me :;
The memory OF your sweetness shall remain
To MI my heart with floods Of summer SUM-
shine.
When days grow dark and drelr with winter
rain.
w. W. Gay. in Boston Transcript.
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