New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-12-29
TENNYSON'S NEW POEMd
EXTRACTS FROM "DEMETER.s


EXTRACTS FROM "DEMETER'
TIE PROGRESS OF SPRING
The groundnsme of the crocus breaks the mould,
Fair spring slides hther DER the southern sea.
Waivers on her thin stem the snowarop cold
That trembles not 10 kisses Of the bee
Come, Spring, for now from all The dripping caves
The spear Of Ice has wept Itself away,
And hour by hour unfolding %oOdolne leaves
She comes Tie looscn'd rivulcts run;
The frostbead meIts upon her golden hair;
Her mantle, slowly greenlng IN tne sun sun no,
To breaths OF balmer air;
rAbont her glance the tits. and shrek the lsys,'
Before her skins the jubant woodpecker
The linncts bosom bushes at her gaze 49,
While round her brows woodland culver mis-.
Watching her large light eyes and gracious loohA
And y her open palm haryGn 81 sii ,bc brooks.
Come Sprngl She comes waste and wood.
on farm and field but enter also her,
Diffusc thyself at will thro' all my BLOOD
And tho thy violet scken into sere
Lodge with me all the year!
once more a downy drift against the brakes,
seIf-darken'd in the sky, descending sow'
Rut Gladly see I thro' the waverng fakes
Yon blanchjng apricot like snow In snow
These viii thine eyes not brook in forestpsths
on their perpetual PINE ,t Nor r9GHd h se
Solved in the tender bushes Of the peach;
They bse themselves and die 49,
on that new life that gems the hawthorne 1nsi
Thy gay lent-lilies wave and put them BY;
And out once more In varnish'd glory shine
Thy stars Of celandine.
She floats across the hamlet. Heaven lours,
But in the fearful splcndor OF her smiles
I see the slowly thckening chestnut towers
FIJI ont the spaces BIZ the barren tiles.
Now past her feet the swallow circling files.
clamOurOus cuckoo stoops 10 meet her hahoS
Her light makes ralnbows in my closing eyes.
hear a charm OF song tllro' all me land
Cone sd hsr North sf bsow a@ DOME
But ere thy maiden birk be wholly clad;
And these low bushes dip their twlgs In foams
Make all true hearths thy home. .
Across my garden and the thicket stirs.
The fountain pulses high In SUMMER jets,
The blackcap MARBLES. and the turtle purrs,
The starting claps his tiny castanets.
Still round her forehead wheels the woodland dove
And scatters on her throat the sparks OF dew
The kIngcup fills her footprint, and above
Broaden the glowing isles Of vernal blue.
Hail ample presence OF a Queen.
Bountiful. beautiful apparelld gay.
Whose mantle, every shade OF glanclng greens
Flies back in fragrant breezes to display
She whispers, From the SCUM Drlng you Odin'
For on tropic mountain was born,
While dark dweiler by the coco PAIN
watch'd my far meadow zoned Win nnos AIRY morn'
From under rose mufhed moan Oh hoo's'
I sat beneath a solitude OF snow :, H., .a.
There came, the turf was fresh resi- tne woods
Plunged gulf on gulf thro' thelr 'aes Deio"'
I saw beyond their silent tops .
The steaming marshes OF the scarlet cranes,
The slant seas leaning on the mangroVe copsos
And summer basking in the sultry plains
About land OF canes,
aThen from my vapor- grde soaring forth
/ sealed the buoyant highway Of the birds,
And drank the dews and drizzle OF the Nortn, ..
That might mix with men. and hear their words
On pathwayd plains; for-while , my c hand exuis
within the bloodless heart of l9wly flowers
To work old laws of Love 10 fresh results,
Thro manifold effect Of simple powers
I too would teach the man ..
BeyOnd the darker hour 10 see me DrlgnI
That his fresh life may close as II began,
The stillfulnlling promise OF a iight
Narrowing the bounds OF night
So wed thee with my soul. that may marx
The coming years great good and varied lus,
And new developments. whatever spark a.
Re struck from ont the clash Of warning WIS.,
Or whether since our nature cannon resi-
From hOary deeps that belt the changefni VEST
Old Empires, dwellings OF The king. OF men,
Or should those fail, that hold the helm
While the long day of knowedge grows and warns
And in the heart OF This most ancient realm
a hateful voice be ntterd, and alarms
Sounding " To arms TO arms!'
TX.
A simpler. saner lesson might he learn
who reads thy gradual process. Holy Spring.
THY leaves possess the seasons I'm their turn
And i'm their time thy warblers rise on wing.
How surely oldest thou from March to May,
And changest breathing IT, the sullen wind,
THY scope OF operation. day by day,
Larger and fuller like the human mind'
Thy warmths from bud 10 bud
hccomnlish that blind model in the seed,
And men have hopes. which race the restless oooo'
THAT after many changes may succeed
Life, which is Life indeed.
CROSSING THE BAR