Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1893-04-20
WHAT THE POET SAID.
And Why he Glanced to Say it: and
the Truth that is in it.

The poet who had something to
say about the connection of spring.
time and the tendency of a young
mans thoughts at that period,
sounded a truth as deep~lying and
fundamental as philosopher ever
promulgated, but with this differ
ence: the philosopher generally
knows what he is talking about,
the poet occasionally grasps the
truth by the same happy accident
which makes a drunken man the
spasmodic astonishment of his
sober audience The poet feels a
great law like the young chicken
does which hides in the grass if the
shadow of a large-wiDged hawk
crosses its feeding ground. For
this reason the poet knew that,
somehow or other, exactly why
and how he did not know, the ris-
ing of the sap in The young elms
and the coy peep Of the early
violet at the foot of the oak and
the sweetescented kiss OF the balmy
zypher as it passed him by, had
something cognate in point of time
with the impulse in the young man
to turn his fancy to love. The
poet does not stop to say why this
is thus. Poets do not worry them~
selves with giving reasons. They
simply state patent fact and hu-
n.anity rushes along, as usual, in
blind worship of the declaimer or
demagogue, as the case may be,
thinking he has discovered great
and unknown law. whereas. in
reality, they are as we'll versed as
he.
But there is an ineffable sweet>
ness in the corollary of this
thought. In spring nature is sweet
est. The first little black and white
sapssucker trotting up the blos~
soming apple tree,puncturing every
hiding place of ant or worm, chas-
ing his mate around the trunk,
ever restless, never still, ia a car.
essipg object lesson in the law of
love. The loud and discordant
knocks of the redshead woodpecker
sound like SO many strokes of the
village blacksmith's hammer as he
moulds horseshoe upon the anvil
that wife and children may have
bread. The heart of the thoughtful
by is touched when he sees sitting
broodingly upon her speckled eggs
the dnn-colored wood-sparrow,
whose nest and home he has come
to destroy. Did not the poet write
as he has written, because he had
wandered in the spring time, as
| you and l and all boys have done
in some spring time in their lives,
by the willows on the bank OF the
mill creek and had known as he
wandered, that he and the thrush
singing wooingly to his mate were
brothereg AS close to nature we are
as the blueseyed forget.me.not,
which as well enjoys the April
shower and the caressipg May
winds.
As the oak tree in the apriDg
sends tender buds through it's
blackened hide, 60 does man forget
the rush for power, wealth and all
else which makes coarse and rug.
ged, and gives himself over as
part and parcel of the great plan oi
the Creator, AS obediently as the
blue grass shoots up Its green shafts
through the yellow sod, he allows
sweet thoughts of woman to pierce
his pursuit of the conventional and
drive straightway to the supernal
purity of fundamental law. Al
unconsciously as the bee issues from
its hive and gees forth to seek the
sweets of many gardens, he look
at a young woman and gives bel
alteration.
/ Nborlotto Dhenro,os. The thor