anthology of massachusetts poets-第5节
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A wild rose； or a crescent moon；…a book
Of little verses； or a dancing child。
My heart turns crying from the rose and book；
My heart turns crying from the thin bright moon；
And weeps with useless sorrow for the child。
The Moods have loosed a wind to vex my hair；
And made my heart too wise； that was a child。
Now I shall blow like smitten candle…flame：
I shall desire all things that may not be：
The years； the stars； the souls of ancient men；
All tears that must； and smiles that may not be；
Yes； glimmering lights across a windy ford；
And vagrant voices on a darkened plain；
And holy things； and outcast things； and things；
Far too remote； frail…bodied to be plain。
My pity and my joy are grown alike。
I cannot sweep the strangeness from my heart。
The Moods have laid swift hands across my hair：
The Moods have drawn swift fingers through my heart。
FANNIE STEARNS DAVIS
HILL…FANTASY
SITTETH by the red cairn a brown One； a
hoofed One；
High upon the mountain； where the grasses fail。
Where the ash…trees flourish far their blazing
Bunches to the sun；
A brown One； a hoofed One； pipes against the gale。
Up scrambled I then； furry fingers helping me。
I was on the mountain； wandering； wandering；
No one but the pine trees and the white birch knew。
Over rocks I scrambled； looked up and saw that
Strange Thing；
Peaked ears and sharp horns； pricked against the
blue。
Oh； and； how he piped there！ piped upon the high
reeds
Till the blue air crackled like a frost…film on a pool！
Oh； and how he spread himself； like a child whom
no one heeds；
Tumbled chuckling in the brook； all sleek and kind
and cool！
He had berries 'twixt his horns； crimson…red as
cochineal。；
Bobbing； wagging wantonly they tickled him； and oh；
How his deft lips puckered round the reed；
seemed to chase and steal
Sky…music； earth…music； tree…music low！
I said 〃Good…day； Thou！〃 He said； 〃Good…day；
Thou！〃
Wiped his reed against the spotted doe…skin on his back；
He said； 〃Come up here； and I will teach thee piping
now。
While the earth is singing so； for tunes we shall not
Lack。〃
Up scrambled I then； furry fingers helping me。
Up scrambled I。 So we sat beside the cairn。
Broad into my face laughed that horned Thing so
Naughtily。
Oh； it was a rascal of a woodland Satyr's bairn！
'So blow； and so； Thou！ Move thy fingers faster； look！
Move them like the little leaves and whirling midges。
So！
Soon ‘twill twist like tendrils and out…twinkle like
the lost brook。
Move thy fingers merrily； and blow！ Blow！ Blow！〃
Brown One！ Hoofed One！ Beat time to keep me
Straight。
Kick it on the red stone； whistle in my ear。
Brush thy crimson berries in my face； then hold
Thy breath； for…wait！
Joy comes bubbling to me lips。 I pipe； oh； hear！
Blue sky； art glad of us？ Green wood； art glad of
us？
Old hard…heart mountain； dost thou hear me； how
I blow？
Far away the sea…isles swim in sun…haze luminous。
Each one has a color like the seven…splendor bow。
Wind； wind； wind； dost thou mind me how I pipe；
Now？
Chipmunk chatt'ring in the beech； rabbit in the
brake？
Furry arm around my neck： 〃Oh； Thou art a brave
one； Thou！〃
Satyr； little satyr…friend； my heart with joy doth
ache ！
Sky…music； earth…music； tree…music tremulous；
Water over steaming rocks； water in the shade；
Storm…tune and sun…tune； how they flock up unto us；
Sitting by the red cairn； gay and unafraid！
Brown One； Hoofed One； give me nimble hoofs；
Thou！
Give me furry fingers and a secret furry tail！
Pleasant are thy smooth horns： if their like were
on my brow
Might I not abide here； till the strong sun fail？
Oh； the sorry brown eyes！ Oh； the soft kind hand…
touch；
Sudden brush of velvet ears across my wind…cool
cheek！
〃Play…mate； Pipe…mate； thou askest one good boon
too much。
I could never find thee horns； though day…long
I seek。
〃Yet； keep the pipe； Thou： I will cut another one。
Keep the pipe and play on it for all the world to hear。
Ah； but it was good once to sit together in the sun！
Though I have but half a soul； it finds thee very
dear！
〃Wise Thing； Mortal Thing； yet my half…soul fears thee！
Take the pipe and go thy ways；quick now； for
the sun
Reels across the hot west and stumbles dazzled to
the sea。
Take the pipe； and oh…one kiss！ then run； run； run！ run！〃
Silence on the mountain。 Lonely stands the high cairn；
All the leaves a…shivering； all the stones dead…gray。
O thou cold small pipe； which way is fled that
Satyr's bairn？
I am lost and all alone； and down drops the day。
I was on the mountain； wandering； wandering
There I got this Pipe o' dreams。 Strange； when
I blow；
Something deep as human love starts a…crying；
troubling。
Is it only sky…music； earth…music low？
FANNIE STEARNS DAVIS
THE MIRAGE
ACROSS the Bay are low…lying cliffs；
Where stand fishermen's cottages：
I can barely distinguish them with the naked eye。
But to…day the cliffs are lifted； escarpt；
Perpendicular； mysterious； inaccessible；
And those sordid dwellings have become
The magnificent fortified castles of Sea…kings。
NATHAN HASKELL DOLE
THE ROAD BEYOND THE TOWN
A ROAD goes up a pleasant hill；
And a little house looks down：
Ah！ but I see the roadway still
And the day I left the town。
The day I left my father's home；
It's many a year ago；
And a heart and hope were brave to roam
the long； long road I know。
The long； long road by hill and plain；
It's tired the heart might be：
But hope stayed bright in sun or rain；
And a Voice that called to me。
A Voice that called me over the hill
And out of the little town：
Ah！ but I see the roadway still。
And the good house looking down。
The house that spake me never a No！
As I started brave away；
But said with a blessing； Go！
And followed me every day。
It followed me down the road of years；
For a father's heart is true；
And joy is sweet in a mother's tears
For the deeds her child may do。
The poor little deeds； all powerless
For the Kingdom of God would be；
Save in His mercy will He bless
The road that goes with me：
The road that left a pleasant hill；
Where a little house looks down：
Ah！ but I bless the roadway still；
And the land beyond the town。
MICHAEL EARLS； S。J。
THE LILAC
THE scent of lilac in the air
Hath made him drag his steps and pause
Whence comes this scent within the Square；
Where endless dusty traffic roars？
A push…cart stands beside the curb；
With fragrant blossoms laden high；
Speak low； nor stare； lest we disturb
His sudden reverie！
He sees us not； nor heeds the din
Of clanging car and scuffling throng；
His eyes see fairer sights within；
And memory hears the robin's song
As once it trilled against the day；
And shook his slumber in a room
Where drifted with the breath of May
The lilac's sweet perfume。
The heart of boyhood in him stirs；
The wonder of the morning skies；
Of sunset gold behind the firs；
Is kindled in his dreaming eyes：
How far off is this sordid place；
As turning from our sight away
He crushes to his hungry face
A purple lilac spray。
WALTER PRICHARD EATON
GOD； THROUGH HIS OFFSPRING NATURE；
GAVE ME LOVE
GOD； through his offspring Nature； gave me love；
Though man in opposition saith me nay；
And taketh from my heart its life to…day；
As through the valley of the world I rove。
Still unaccompanied； within the grove
That doth enamored beings hold at play；
My spirit must pursue its lonely way；
And strive to pluck some flowers that bloom above。
Oh； wherefore then doth Nature give desire
To have that which mankind may not possess；
And force him to endure on earth hell's fire；
And live in one perpetual distress？
Some evil power must such love inspire；
And with it masquerade in Cupid's dress！
CHARLES GIBSON
TO MUSIC
〃Music； the language； the atmosphere of the Soul。〃
FLY back where Melodies like lilies grow；
My weary heart is bending low；
Fly higher yet to joyful realms above；
Where holy Angels dwell in love。
Fly higher still and hear the Angel throng
And bring to me their Glory…song：
Ah Music； thou and I above the World
May dwell where heaven with shining song is
pearled！
While Sun and Moon and all the planets roll
I'll love thee； Music； language of my soul！
Music…lark from on high； song that doth fly；
Spark of the sky！
MAUDE GORDON…ROBY
THE VOICE IN THE SONG
HIGH in the apple bough jauntily swinging；
Hid by the branches in bridal array；
Straight from his heart； all his life in his singing；
Chants a wee bird； lures his mate with his lay。
〃Sweet； sweet； my sweet；
Hear I entreat！
Say； love； together； this bright
