New-York tribune., 1918-02-03
The marsh braxs ten: Hoped on his breast

The marsh braxs ten: Hoped on his breas,
they Ee.
Oh, what il sound should be made,
Oh, what if bound should be laid
10 this bow and-string tension Of beauty and
silence aspiring
% the bend of beauty the bow or tho hold
of silence the string!
/ fear me, fear me yon domc Of diaphanous
Will break as a bubble o'er-blown in a
Yon dome of too-tenuous tissues Of space and
Of night,
Overweig GIFTED with stars, ovcrfrcighted with
light,
DIVERSIFIED with beauty and silence, will seem
But bubble that broke In a dream.
If bound Of degree to this grace be laid,
Or sound or a motion made
But no= it is mad.= list1 somewherr-rnys-
terry, where?
In tbs leaves? In the air?
In my heart? is motion made:
lis motion of dawn, like flicker Of shade
on shade
In the leaves tbs palpable: low, multitude
mons stirring
Urwinds through the woods, tbs little cnes
softly comforting,
Have settled my lords to be looked for; so:
they are still;
But the air and my heart and the earth arr
thrill
And look where the wild duck sails round
the bend Of the river
And look where a passionate shiycr
Expectant is bending the blades
OF the marsh-grass in serial shimmers snc
shades
And invisible wings, fast feeting, fast feet
ing.
Are Beating,
Tho dark overhead as my heart beats, anc
steady and free
Is the ebb-tide flowing from marsh to sea
run home, little streams.
With your lapfuls of stars and dreams),
And sailor unseen is>hoisting a-peak.
+ or list, down the inshore curve of the creek
How me1rily futters the sail;
And 10, in the East! VIII the East unvei1!
The East is unveiled, the East hath confessed
A flush; It's deads atis alive; it's dead. ere
the West
Was aware of it: nay, ,tis abiding, It's un-
withdrawn:
Have a care, sweet Heaven. 'Tis dawn
Now dream OF flame through that dream
OF flush is uprolled:
10 the zenith ASCENDING dome of undaz-
zling gold
L. builded, in shape as beehive. from ou1
of the sea:
The hive is of gold undazzling, but oh. the
Bee,
The started Bee, the bui1d-fre Bee,
Of dazzling gold is the great Sun-Bec
That shall flash from the hive-hole over the
Yet the dew-drop, now the morning
gray,
Shall live their little lucid sober day
Ere with the sun their souls exhale away.
Now in each pettiest personal sphere Of dew
The summ'd morn shines complete as in the
blue
Big dew-drop of all heaven: with these lit
shrlncs
O'er-silvered to the farthest sea-confines.
The sacramental marsh one pious plain
Of worship lies Peace to the ante-reign
OF Mary Morning, blissful mother mild.
Minded of nought but peace, and of child.
Not slower than Majesty moves, for a mean
and a measure
OF motion-not faster than dateless
Olympian leisure
Might pace with unblown ample garments
from pleasure to pleasure
The wave-serrate sca-rim sinks unjarriuy
unreellng,
Forever revealing. revealing, revealing,
It's done
Goodmorrow, Lord Sun.
With several voice, with ascription one
The woods and the marsh and the sea and
my soul
Unto thee, whence the glittering stream Of
all morrows doth roll,
Cry good and past-good and most heavenly
morrow, Lord Sun.
y
Old Want is awake and agog, every wrinkle
a-frown;
The worker must pass to his work in the
terrible town:
But fear not, nay, and fear not the thing
to be done;
am strong with the strength Of nv lord
the Sun:
How dark, how dark soever the race that
must needs be run,
l am lit with the Sun.
Oh. never the mast-high run Of the seas
Of traffic shall hide thee,
Never the hell-coored smoke Of the factories
Hide thee.
Never the reek of the times fen-politics
Hide thee,
And ever my heart through the night shall
with knowledge abide thee,
And ever by day shall my spirit, as one that
hath tried thee.
Labor. at leisure, in art-tll yondcr be-
side thee
My soul shall float friend Sun,