The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1882-09-24
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No trace to-day Of what in her was fart
Un9n the mirrors lus,sciess dead sheen,
Grown dim at last. when al else withered there.
Dead broken. lustrcless. It keeps for me
One picture OF that tmmemorini lnnl,
The dun bronze brightens. and dream TO see
A fair face gnzing in thee wondering wise,
Aud DER one ii,rhls shoulder all the while
Strange lips that whisper till her own lips smile
And all the mirror laughs about her eyes.
TWAS well thought to set thee there, so she
Might smooth t.e windy ds rirpe ss Of her RI hair
She stood before the Queen Perscphone
And s,il It may be where the dead folk rest
She holds shadow mirror to her eyes yes ,,,,.
And sets the dead land lilies in her breast.
At LANuviux.
Spring grew 70 perfect summer me in one dsy
Where circc'si isle floats purple, far away
Above the golden haze;
s 'fi s 10 re; sc. ana ts
And We. what shall we dor"
Go down, brownarmed oampagns maid Of mine.
Aud bring again the carthcn jar that lies
And, while the swift day dies,
You frat shall sing a song of waters blue.
rnphos aud Cnidos in tho summer sens,
And one who guides her swan.drawn chariot through
The white shored Cyclades;
And will take the second turn Of song,
OF floating trcsses III the fonIn and surge
Where Nereid maids about the god throng;
Aud night shall have her drge.
OF the Ave sonncts printed in this volume.
two. which are respectively entitled :" Actea'
and Imperator Augustus" seem to us note
worthy example of success in a peculiarly dtli-
cult form OF composition. The subject in each
instance is an incident with which the student
of Roman history is familiar and it is strange
that their singular adaptation to the artistic
conditions Of sonnet writing have not before
been recognized Each picture is drawn with
the dainty finish and precision of the carvings
in n cameo, and the spiritual significance OF the
story is brought out with subdued but pene-
trating pathos
When the last HittsTns'; nv wa; pat, h bore
ST. Her fallen PtSH dead E Ems SH xor
The one thing living that lie would not kill
Aud on those lips OF his that sang no more,
Her cold lips closed, in death she had her will.
owrcck Of the last human soul left free
To gorge tho beast thy mask of manhood screened
Because one living iiiins, albeit slave.
AhSa 9is %r s"s Re on on s orSss
Because she loved, thou art not wholly mend.
iSrSRATon Augustus
Is this the man hy whose decree abide
The lives Of countless nations Win ~ ths TRACE
lie wept, because little child had died.
They set marble image by his side,
II wore the dead boys features, and the grace
ofrretty ways that were the old mans pride.
And so he smiled, grown softer now, and tired
OF too much empire, and 1t seemed JOY
Fondly Ia stroke and pet the curly head
The smooth round limbs - strangely like the dead,
To Hiss the white lips Of his marble hov
And call by name his little hearts desired.
There is scarcely ono OF tho poems in this
collection which islnot eminently song-lke. but
there are four of them which the author has
chosen to describe specifically as songs. Like
some of Mr.. Swinburne's essays in pure mol
ody. they almost seem to set themselves to
music as we read them. We quote two of them
Long Aftcr" and - Song Of Autumn the
first of which has unmistakable echoes Of Mr..
Swinburne's Rocco" but there are traces in
it of genuine feeling. which were absent in the
elder poets tour de force: