New-York tribune., 1882-04-23
EUPHRoSYYE; or, THE PROSPECT


$50 the prophetic legend ram,
As pure rs dew, as bright rs day,
Shall rise the Soul of Man,
read and in the shade by me
Sat golden Daircd Euphrosyne.
Above our shaded orchard seat
The bOughs stirred scented i'll the light,
And on the grass beneath our feet
Lay blossoms pink and white;
| held the book upon my knee,
Translating to EuphrOsyne
Twas an old melancholy rune.
Writ by Norseman long ago.
Sad with the sense 0f stars and moon,
Sra-wash and irOst and snOw,--
A vision of futuitv.
And widc-eycd heard Euphrnsync.
STATELY and slow the hear shall beat
TO the low throb OF Time sO.t tide,
While 81 idcd from the solar heat
The Shapes walk heayeul, eyed
All round rs burnt the starry La,
And warmly sighed LHphrosyne!
"All shall be innocent and fair,
Dim as Il dream the DAYS shall pass
No weed of shame shall blossom there,
No snake crawl on the Eia-s.
a. Low. happy such a world viii be"
sighed beautiful Luphrosyne.
Flesh shall he fed, sense shall be still,
The old gray earth buried and dead;
The wicked -orld with all things i'll
Stone, rock and trcc-bc He'd. '--
"No earth, no wOfdW softly signed she,
The htIe maid, Euphrosyhe
She cl2sucd her hands. she cas-, her eyes
Over the Ian scapr bright with May
Scented and sweet with clOudless skies,
Smiled the u. en- world hat day
Loud sang the thrush. low hummed tht pee
And softly sighed EuphrosA ne.
sickness shall perish grief and pain
BE buried with the buiicd Life;
The aching heart, the weary brain,
At last shall cease their Strife;'-
The gray tome tr"mbled on my knee
But happy sat EuphrOsyne.
"Thc luminous house wherein We dwell,
The haunted hOus, Of Shame and lust.
The calow spirits iieshly shell,
Shall crumble into dust
The flower shall fade, the scent fly free"
She trembled now, Euphrosync.
Her warm white bosom heavcd with signs,
felt her light breath come ana 20;
She drank, with glorious lips and eyes.
The summers golden glow;
She felt her life and sighed Ay, me"
The Hover of maids Euphrosync.
"And with the flower of flesh shall fade
The VcnOm'd bloom OF earthly love,
No paSsiOn-trance of man and IDald
shall taint the life above;
Flesh shall be He'd, sex shall not be"
Ipaused, and watched EupArosyne.
Her hands were folded round her knees.
Her eyes were fixed IN half dream
She shared the flame oil flowers and trees,
Aud drank the summer g,ean;
KISS sweet, kiss sweet upon the tree
The thrush sang, to Euphlosyne.
A little maid Of seventeen Mays,
A happy child with golden halr
What Should she know Of Loves wild ways,
IL, hope, its pain and prayer 80
"No lore in heaven !-hOw strange tNlu De.'
Still musing, sighed EuphrosJne.
mo thoughts of perishable mould
Shall break the rue of heavenly resi-,
Blu largcr light, more stlll more cold,
More beautiful and blcst.'
Her heart was ilutterlng close to me-
And quickly breathed Euphrosyne.
There shall he 10 more lore but here
| paused, for from my side she sprang
And in her birds voice loud and clear
OF loves young dream she sang
ooh close The foolish book" cried she,
The happy maid, Euptrosyne
closed the book and from my hold
She took it with her fingers white,
Then down the path of grecn-and-gOld
She TIPPED wi II laughter light
'The book not the glad world, shall DO
Deep-buried,' SAID EuphroSyne.
Within an elm-trec's hollow bole,
I'm % The dan kuess damp and green,
Sh, thrlis. it, closing up tha hole
With sprays of lilac sheen
Then a ! the radiant flush OF glec
Fast faded from Euphro'yne.
Pensively in the summer shine
Her blue eyes filled with tears of bliss;
She held her little mouth TO NINE
liz one long heavenly kiss
love the earth, and life, and thee"
She whispered, my Euphrosyne.
Sleep Book, within thy burial-placc,.
With flowers and fruits Tor epltaph.
Kind Heaven, stOop down thy sunny lace
10 hear the Earth's glad laugh!
Smile with your glorious eyes on me,
O Chlld oi joy! Eupnrosyne
ROBERT BUCHANAN