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FUIT ILIUM 244
COUNTRY SLEIGHING 247
PAN IN WALL STREET 250
ANONYMA 253
SPOKEN AT SEA 255
THE DUKE'S EXEQUY 257
THE HILLSIDE DOOR 259
AT TWILIGHT 261
WOODS AND WATERS 263
TO BAYARD TAYLOR 265
THE MOUNTAIN 266
HOLYOKE VALLEY 270
THE FEAST OF HARVEST 272
AUTUMN SONG 275
WHAT THE WINDS BRING 275
BETROTHED ANEW 276
"THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY" 278
"DARKNESS AND THE SHADOW" 279
THE ASSAULT BY NIGHT 279
GEORGE ARNOLD 281
THE SAD BRIDAL 283
OCCASIONAL POEMS.
SUMTER 287
WANTED--A MAN 289
TREASON'S LAST DEVICE 291
ABRAHAM LINCOLN 293
ISRAEL FREYER'S BID FOR GOLD 293
CUBA 297
CRETE 299
THE OLD ADMIRAL 300
GETTYSBURG 303
DARTMOUTH ODE 310
HORACE GREELEY 321
LATER POEMS.
THE SONGSTER 327
CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH 331
STANZAS FOR MUSIC 333
THE FLIGHT OF THE BIRDS 334
HYPATIA 335
THE HEART OF NEW ENGLAND 338
EARLY POEMS.
EARLY POEMS.
BOHEMIA.
A PILGRIMAGE.
For, roaming blithely many a day, Eftsoons our little hoard of gold, Like Christian's follies, slipt away, Unloosened from the pilgrim's hold, But left us just as blithe and free; Whereat our footsteps turned aside From lord and lady of degree, And bore us to that brave countree Where merrily we now abide,-- That proud and humble, poor and grand, Enchanted, golden Gypsy-Land, The Valley of Bohemia.
No churlish warder barred the gate, Nor other pass was needed there Than equal heart for either fate, And barren scrip, and hope to spare. Through the gray archway, hand in hand, We walked, beneath the rampart high, And on within the wondrous land; There, changed as by enchanter's wand, My sweetheart, fairer to the eye Than ever, moved along serene In hood and cloak,--a gypsy queen, Born princess of Bohemia!
A fairy realm! where slope and stream, Champaign and upland, town and grange, Like shadowy shiftings of a dream, Forever blend and interchange; A magic clime! where, hour by hour, Storm, cloud, and sunshine, fleeting by, Commingle, and, through shine and shower, Bright castles, lit with rainbows, tower, Emblazoning the distant sky With glimmering glories of a land Far off, yet ever close at hand As hope, in brave Bohemia.
On either side the travelled way, Encamped along the sunny downs, The blithesome, bold Bohemians lay; Or hid, in quaintly-gabled towns, At smoke-stained inns of musty date, And spider-haunted attic nooks In empty houses of the great, Still smacking of their ancient state,-- Strewn round with pipes and mouldy books, And robes and buskins over-worn, That well become the careless scorn And freedom of Bohemia.
For, loving Beauty, and, by chance, Too poor to make her all in all, They spurn her half-way maintenance, And let things mingle as they fall; Dissevered from all other climes, Yet compassing the whole round world, Where'er are jests, and jousts at rhymes, True love, and careless, jovial times, Great souls by jilting Fortune whirled, Men that were born before their day, Kingly, without a realm to sway, Yet monarchs in Bohemia;
And errant wielders of the quill; And old-world princes, strayed afar, In thread-bare exile chasing still The glimpses of a natal star; And Woman--taking refuge there With woman's toil, and trust, and song, And something of a piquant air Defiant, as who must and dare Steer her own shallop, right or wrong. A certain noble nature schools, In scorn of smaller, mincing rules, The maidens of Bohemia.
But we pursued our pilgrimage Far on, through hazy lengths of road, Or crumbling cities gray with age; And stayed in many a queer abode, Days, seasons, years,--wherein were born Of infant pilgrims, one, two, three; And ever, though with travel worn, Nor garnered for the morrow's morn, We seemed a merry company,-- We, and the mates whom friendship, or What sunshine fell within our door, Drew to us in Bohemia.
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