: Challenge by Untermeyer Louis - American poetry

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me with my tinkling that patters like rain On a rickety pane; With a jingle of words and old tunes which have long Done duty in song; Spreading my verse, like a showman, before you... And you turn to the world, as you turn to the bosom that bore you.

In all this singing at your heart, In all this ringing through the day, In the bravado of the May I have no part.... For I am not one with the conquering year That wakes without fear The lyrical souls of the feathery throng, That flames in the heavens when evenings are long; That surges with power and urges with cheer The boldness of love, the laugh of the strong, And the confident song...

I am no longer the masterful lover Storming my way to the shrine of your heart; Reckless with youth and the zest to discover All that the world sets apart. I am no longer Wiser and stronger; No longer I shout in the face of the world; No longer my challenge is sounded and hurled With such fury that even the heavens must hear it. No longer I mount on a passionate flood-- Something has changed my arrogant spirit, Something has left my braggart blood. Something has left me--something has entered in-- Something I knew not, something beyond my desire. Deeper and gentler I hold you; all that has been Seems like a spark that is lost in a forest of fire. Minor my song is, for still the old memories burn-- Only in you and your thought do I find my release... I have done with the blustering airs, and I turn From the clamorous strife to the greater heroics of peace.

Hold me again-- Oft have we wandered apart; Now it is all made plain... Here in your heart.

Heal me again-- Cleanse me with tears that remove Pain and the ruins of pain... Here in your love.

Minor my song was--abashed I must lower my voice; Something has touched me with nobler and holier fire; Something that thrills, as when trumpets and children rejoice; Something I knew not, something beyond my desire... Minor no longer--the sighing and droning depart; In a chorus of triumph the jubilant spirits increase-- Shelter and spur me forever in the merciful strength of your heart, You who have soothed me with passion and roused me with passionate peace.

LEAVING THE HARBOR

At last the great, red sun sank low, An evil, blood-shot eye, And cooling airs sprang up to blow The sea that challenged, glow for glow, The angry face of the sky.

Still burned the streets we had left behind, Where, tortured and broken down, The millions scarcely hoped to find A moment's escape from the maddening grind In the terrible furnace of town.

And, blotting out cities, the twilight fell With a single star at seven... The sea grew wider beneath the spell And the moon, like a broken silver shell, Lay on the shore of heaven.

THE SHELL TO THE PEARL

Grow not so fast, glow not so warm; Thy hidden fires burn too wild-- Too perfect is thy rounded form; Cling close, my child.

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