anthology of massachusetts poets-第6节
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〃Sweet； sweet； my sweet；
Hear I entreat！
Say； love； together； this bright sunny weather；
Gold of the west we shall weave in a nest！
Have no fear！ Trust me； dear！
Sunshine of May that will gild every day
Pledge I to thee if thou'lt harken to me。〃
Lo！ in the light thro' the gay branches streaming；
Quivering in answer to all the bird sings；
Warm on a breath； leaps a soul with love gleaming；
Speeds to its mate on its glittering wings。
〃Dear； on thy breast
Earth yields its best！
Loud in the singing I heard thy call ringing；
Pleading and strong in the voice of the song；
Whisper low；…Yes； just so！…
Softly revealing the depth of thy feeling；
Words in whose fire glow thy love and desire。〃
MARY GERTRUDE HAMILTON
HYMNS AND ANTHEMS SUNG AT
WELLESLEY COLLEGE
I
MOUNT CARMEL
WHERE art Thou； O my Lord？
Mount Carmel saw the throng
Of priests and heard the song；
To Baal was their call…
》From morn till night did fall。
Where art Thou； O my Lord？
Again Mount Carmel heard
Not in the spoken word；
Not in the earthquake's shock；
Not in the thunder roll；
But in the inmost soul。
II
VESPER HYMN
Send peaceful sleep； O Lord； this night；
To keep us till the morning light；
And let no vision of alarm
Come near to do Thy children harm
Within Thy circling arms we lie；
O God； in Thine infinity；
Our souls in quiet shall abide
Beset with love on every side。
III
THIS IS THAT BREAD
This is that Bread that came down from Heaven；
he that eateth of this Bread shall live forever。
Bread on which angels feed；
Bread for the spirit's need
By faith receiving；
New life do Thou impart；
New strength to every heart；
Pure love of God Thou art
To us believing。
IV
O SLOW OF HEART
O slow of heart to believe！ Ought Christ not to
have suffered these things and to enter into His Glory？
Quicken； Lord； my fainting heart；
Touch my eyes that they may see；
Let me know Thee as Thou art。
Life and Immortality。
V
ALL HAIL TO THEE； CHILD JESUS
All hail to Thee； child Jesus！
As the brooding darkness flies
At the swift approach of day；
Sun of righteousness； arise；
Chase the gloom of night away。
Great Prince of Peace； come to thine own；
And build in every heart Thy throne。
Come to shed Thy healing balm
On all nations of the earth；
Child Jesus； come with holy calm；
How we hail thy wondrous birth。
Great Prince of Peace； come to Thine own；
And build in every heart Thy throne。
All hail to Thee； Child Jesus！
VI
THE WINE…PRESS
Who is this that comes from Edom
In such glorious array；
With his festal garments gleaming；
Travelling on his royal way
With a face majestic； calm and grave？
I that speak in righteousness； mighty to save。
Why is thy apparel crimson；
Why is all thy garments' pride
Stained as in the time of vintage
And with blood…red…color dyed？
Because of helpers I had none…
I have trodden the wine…press alone。
VII
WAKEN； SHEPHERDS！
（Angels） Hosanna！ Hosanna！ Hosanna！
（Shepherds） Waken； Shepherds； waken；
Whence this glowing light？
Ere the dawn of morning；
Solemn signs of warning
Portent of affright！
（Angels） Courage； Shepherds； courage！
Banish your dismay；
or ye all are saved。
In the town of David
Christ is born to…day。
（Shepherds） Harken； Shepherds； harken；
Hear the angels sing！
Jehovah sends a token；
He himself hath spoken
To proclaim our King。
（Angels） Hasten； Shepherds； hasten；
This shall be your sign；
Where the kine are stabled；
In a manger cradled
Lies the Child Divine。
（Shepherds） Angels； Shepherds； People；
and Shout the glad refrain！
Angels） Joy to every nation
Bringing full salvation；
Christ has come to reign。
Hosanna！ Hosanna！ Hosanna！
CAROLINE HAZARD
REUBEN ROY
LITTLE fellow； brown with wind…
I saw him in the street
Peering at numbers on the posts；
But most discreet：
For when a woman came outdoors；
Or slyly peeped instead；
He turned away； took off his hat；
And scratched his head。
I watched him from my garden…wall
Perhaps an hour or more；
For something in his attitude；
The clothes he wore；
Awoke the dimmest memories
Of when I was a boy
And knew the story of a man
Named Reuben Roy。
It seems that Reuben went to sea
The night his wife decried
The fence he built before their house
And up the side。
He wanted it but she did not；
Because it hid from view
The spot in which her mignonette
And tulips grew。
Nobody saw his face again；
But each year； unawares；
He sent a sum for taxes due…
And fence repairs。
My curiosity aroused；
I sauntered forth to see
Whether this individual
Were really he。
〃Who are you looking for？〃 I asked
His eyes； like two bright pence；
Sparkled at mine； and then he said：
〃A fence。〃
〃Somebody burned it Hallowe'en；
When people were in bed；
Before the judge could prosecute；
The culprit fled。〃
Well； Reuben only touched his hat
And mumbled； 〃Thank you； Sir；〃
And asked me whereabouts to find
A carpenter。
HAROLD CRAWFORD STEARNS
COUNTRY ROAD
I CAN'T forget a gaunt grey barn
Like a face without an eye
That kept recurring by field and tarn
Under a Cape Cod sky。
I can't forget a woman's hand；
Roughened and scarred by toil
That beckoned clear…eyed children tanned
By sun and wind and soil。
Beauty and hardship； bent and bound
Under the selfsame yoke：
Babies with bare knees plump and round
And stooping women folk。
MARIE LOUISE HERSEY
WREATHS
RED wreaths
Hang in my neighbor's window；
Green wreaths in my own。
On this day I lost my husband。
On this day you lost your boy。
On this day
Christ was born。
Red wreaths；
Green wreaths
Hang in Our Windows
Red for a bleeding heart；
Green for grave grass。
Mary； mother of Jesus；
Look down and comfort us。
You too knew passion；
You too knew pain。
Comfort us；
Who are not brides of God；
Nor bore God。
On Christmas day
Hang wreaths；
Red for new pain。
Green for spent passion。
CAROLYN HILLMAN
MEMPHIS
WHY should I sing of my present？ It is noth…
ing to me or you；
Rather I'd dream of Dixie and tie ships on the old
bayou！
Rather I'd dream of my packets and the lazy river
days；
Rather I'd dream of my levee and the crimson sunset
haze；
Rather I'd dream of my triumphs； of the days that
are long gone by；
Rather I'd dream of flame…tipped stacks against a
saffron sky；
Of level lawns of topaz； of level fields of jade；
Of the rambling pillared mansions that my fathers'
fathers made！
Why should I sing of my present？ It is nothing
to you or me；
But the river road； the great road； the high road to
the sea！
Aye； that is worth the dreaming； aye； that was
worth the pain。
Send me back my river； and I shall wake again！
GORDON MALHERBE HILLMAN
SAINT COLUMBKILLE
COLUMBKILLE！ Saint Columbkille！
You naughty man； Saint Columbkille！
Why did you Finnian's Psalter take
And secretly a copy make？
You know 'twas such a naughty thing
For one descended from a king
To lock himself into a cell；
'Twas far from right；…you knew it well；…
And copy Finnian's Psalter through；
Against his will as well you knew。
And then to think a common bird
Should feel such shame； that when he heard
The breathing spy outside your door；
And felt your sainthood was no more；
Should through the crack attack the spy；
And in a rage pluck out his eye；
As if that saintly Irish crane
Would hide from all your Saintship's stain。
I grieve to think that you did add
Sin unto sin； it is too bad。
For Finnian could not you persuade
To yield the copy that you made；
Until the King in his behalf
Ruled…〃To each cow belongs her calf〃：
And then you grew so mad you swore
On Erin's face you'd look no more。
And crossed the sea the Picts to save；
Because you so did misbehave
To dear Saint Finnian： faith； 'twas ill
For you to act so； Columbkille！
A saint you were no doubt； no doubt！
What pity 'twas you were found out！
We know an angel （snob or fool？）
To Kiaran showed a common rule；
An axe； an auger； and a saw；
And told that saint it was the law
Of Heaven that Columbkille should be
Far； far above such saints as he；
For Columbkille contemned a crown；
While he these homely tools laid down；
To serve the Lord； and that the Lord
To each would give his due reward。
I wonder if that angel knew
That Christ these tools had laid down too。
O Columbkille！ O Columbkille！
A saint like you must have his will；
But for myself I'd rather be
The common sinner that you see
Than make a crane ashamed of
