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C O N T E N T S .
! I BOO . LYRIC. The Midshipman 's Son g Evenin g
Ode on th e Res urrection of Greece
Homer on th e Banks of the S c am ai i der Lay of the Wanderin g Arab Hymn to the Stars
Fragment of a Projected Ode on th e Infl uence of Fancy
upon Mythology To the First S w allow of the Year
The Harp of Tears Love
Evenin g Stai i z as
Hymn to Libei ty
Stanzas on the Exec utio n of General Riego The First Tale of Love
Lines written on an Evenin g of J une
Written at Midnight
To the First Primros e of the Year
On seein g th e Name of Robert Emmet wri tten i n his own
hand upon one of his school books
the L u Dirge for ast Inca, s pposed to be sun g by a
Per uvian Bard at the Tomb of Atahualpa b fi c o nt e nr a
Serenade
Lament of Al c mus upo n th e ann iversary o f h is Rej ection
by S appli o
tu r t s M ai no tl w ar to Naval Ode , on the Depar re of a B i i h ,
join the Allied Sq uadrons i n the Mediterranean
B ! T OO II . HIS ORICAL.
The Ten Thousand at the Sacred Mo unt
The Landin g of Agrippina with the Ashes of G erni am c us
The Tw o D reams of J ulian The Eve of Sal amis
! III T BOO . DESCRIP IVE .
S unset Starlight Palmyra A Stroll in March
A Se a s ide Reverie
! DIDACTIC ' AN D BOO IV . DEVOTIONAL .
Alexander at Paradise
Thou ghts on the Infl uen ces of Religion Moral Lines in C O N T E N T S .
Written at Sunset Sorrows and Consolations Fable Hymn of Mary Magdalene Th e Fall of the Leaf
B ee - The Hive . Mornin g The Lily Stanzas
- Dm s The Dew p ,
Earth and Heaven
! BOO V . ELEGIAC.
To the Memory of Lord Byron On reading some Po etry by a Youn g Lady now no more
Lines to the Memory of a Yo ung Friend
' O n th e Grave o t a Frien d
’ The Poet s Mo urne r
B ! OO VI . LEGENDARY .
The Children in the Sno w The Star of Pomeroy
The Legend of th e Copleston Oak The M aid of Orkney C O N T E N T S .
B ! M . OO VII . ANO ALOUS A Grecian Dream
On a Po rtrait of Lord Byron
Thoughts in the Amphitheatre at Mo unt Edgcumbe
Poetry
Sonn et the R uins of Ionia
2 — . To Greece
3 — . To Spain — 4 The - , Wood Storm
5 — , The Approach of Autumn
6 — . To the Reader T O G L O R Y .
ul u So of the far, but nforgotten Past !
! ueen of th e sword and Lady of the lyre !
h Spirit of thoughts too igh , of deeds too vast,
s To fear, like clay, the wa te of flood an d fire ,
Or darkly perish on Oblivion ’ s pyre
’ r M emno ns When ce , like the birds f om pile , they sprin g,
us b ut not Born from the d t, with years to tire,
Or furl in death the everlastin g win g !
O h b ut Teach me , teach me, for once to flin g
M y han d thy o w n tri umphal harp along
t s To s rike one strain , who e echoes yet may rin g
Above the spot where rests a frien d of song !
Do I but dream the lau rel yet may wave
’ ‘ Memorial verd ure o er its votary s grave ?
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M I DS H I PM N ’ S S O N G T H E A .
Tis a time of pride , when the bark is pran cin g,
d ’ Like an Arab stee , o er the waste of waves,
While her path behind in light is glan cin g,
And the fire- white foam her b ol tsprit laves !
u Then , then is the time for pro d emotion
And if in the bosom a proud one sleep ,
’ w i t o u T ll awaken dan ce to the m sic of ocean ,
And sweep with the winds o ’ er the welterin g deep!
With my bark through her own blue path careerin g,
I ’ never can envy the lands man s bliss ;
sun h n No on the s ore ever shone so cheeri g,
As it spar kles down on a world like this!
What music can make the heart so sprightly ,
As the roll of the billo ws in the breeze ? 2 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
‘V h at ball , upon earth ever shone so brightly,
As the stirrin g dance of the sunlit seas ?
E V EN I N G .
u Oh , this is the hour, the charmed ho r,
When the last faint gale of partin g day
s to er Gives a ki s and a tear each closin g flow ,
And sighs as it fleets away ;
u L v When visions of p re and holy o e,
S e Li ke the dreams of the pirits in bliss abov ,
S - u r Make the pell bo nd heart thei home,
’ And the sorrows of Memory cease to grieve,
And Fancy and Hope a chaplet weav e
Of happier hours to come .
‘ This, this is the hour, the lovely lone hour,
When Musi c floats on the glimmering wave
’ Though l ull d are the notes of each greenwood
And E o e s n her i e ch sl ep i tw light cav ,
4 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Spartan ! Thermopyl ae
‘V ill yet be free !
Thy own proud Marathon ,
Miltiades ! remembers thee,
Nor shames the d ust of heroes
The fame - resoundin g main
Rolls free again
Hear it, Themistocles !
No more shall Greece behold in vain
’ A tyrant s flag insult her seas .
’ Her glad n e au s tide
Shall l ave w i th pride
A thousand slaveless isles ;
u d Those crimson waves, with m rder yed,
Shall gleam in Freedom’ s prophet smil es !
w ’ m S eet Homer s cli e once more,
’ Its thraldom o er, T D E W S O F C A S A L I E .
Shall to those deeds aspire,
Which yi eld to Fame her l o fty lore
th e u - r And wake th nder b eathin g lyre .
’ “ ” And Glory s flowers of gold
Shall yet unfol d
Their bloom i n freeborn son g ;
While despots tremble to behold
The land , the race, they dared wrong !
r Ye , who for F eedom bled,
Immortal Dead,
He ar in your lonely urns
’ u Your co ntry s Age of Tears is fled,
’ Your country s Age of Fame returns !
ON THE A or THE HOMER B NKS S CAMANDER.
Lone stream ! an d is this all
ks re al Thy ban c l, D W ST L 6 E S O F C A A I E .
? Of valour, glory, grief and beauty gone
Retains thy silver flood
NO trace of tears or blood >
And towers thy Troy in Homer’ s dreams alone ?
Are these the scenes deplored,
Where shield and sword
Bade the red field W ith splendid terrors burn ?
’ ' Did e er this sweet wind s breath
u Waft the dread so nds of death ,
’ Or charger s hoof the flowers of X anthus spum ?
ou Was it y desert shore,
That held of yore
n ’ : A thousa d keels, an d shook war s alarms
’ mm Or o er yon su its proud,
’ Pavil iond nd rou with cloud,
Did th e lone Thunderer launch his burning arms >
Alas ! long years y ou sun D W S A T E O F C S A L I E .
His race h as run
’ ’ And Glory s rainbows in Time s cloud expire ;
Yet gleams of spl endours gon e
e Still gild their misty thron ,
’ ' th e Themes of the Sage s thought, Minstrel s
Oh , idly glorious wave,
Where on ce the brave
’ ’ Sl ak d sw el l d th e r their last thirst, and c imson
i Lo , one sole l ngerer roves,
‘ To gaze on Ida s groves,
And dream of Troy by Dardan X anthus’ side !
Can be behold in vain
Thy haunted plain,
u r ! Thy river, m rmu in g still of days no more
Nor strike the lofty shell ,
Their f deeds and ates to tell,
’ ’ b or trium h d on ea ander s o e Who led, p , S m sh r ? 8 B E IV S O F C A S T A L I E .
No ! Woul d the torch of Fame
Might wake to flame
u u His harp , and fire his so l with awf l joy,
Till on bright Helle ’ s flood
Immortal navies rode ,
’ And Ida smil d upon a deathless Troy '
’ S o let Song s children live
Mid thoughts that give
All the rich sunshine back of clouded years ;
And cull th e purest blooms
From this, their world of tombs,
To crown the bowl whose wine so o ft is tears !
’ Free, fair as Ida s streams,
Melodious dreams
' Should o er their hearts in sunny beauty
And lave their lives from al l
That spreads a mournful pall
‘ ’ ’ O er t he cold world and o er its votary s T LI E D E W S O F C A S A .
‘ Mmstr el s How rich the dower,
Were his the power
To bid for ever live the faded name
To light his Son g sublime
By the dim waves of Time ,
’ Till fart hest years ro ll d brightenin g in his
’ u th e S ch be wanderer s lot,
Who , lone , forgot,
’ Strikes his l o v d lyre beside a stranger - wave !
Not , Oh not all in vain
‘ our d t u t Be p the en h sias strain ,
Which breathes his deep hope of a glorio us grave !
Spirits of Song ! Oh fire
His heart and lyre
m a u To him the far and phanto P st nfold,
Till bright o ’ er Lethe ’ s tide
The Star of Glory ride,
And tinge its dark waves with prophetic gold ! 10 E D E W S O F C A S T A L I .
u b e Then , tho gh this frame clay,
’ Yet o er my lay
r Ages may pass, reverin g nations bu n ;
’ Green Ida s floods may b e
fo r Immortal tears me ,
’ ’ And even green Ida s sel f her Minstrel s urn!
o n THE E R L AY WAND RING A AB .
“ ” a I Away away, my b rb and ,
As free as wave, as fleet as wind ,
We sweep the sands of Araby,
And leave a worl d of slaves behind !
’ th b Tis mine to ran ge in is wild gar ,
’ t u Nor e er feel lonely, ho gh alone ;
I w ould not change my Arab barb ,
’ To mount a drowsy Sultans throne!
no e Where the pal e stranger dares t com ,
1 2 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
as w As free wave, as fleet as ind,
w We s eep the sands of Araby,
And leave a world of slaves behind !
T HYMN TO HE STARS .
Aye, there ye shine, and there have shone,
“ " u In one eternal ho r of prime ,
u Each rolling, b rningly alone,
Through bo undless space and co untless time !
Aye , there ye shine the golden dews
That pave the realms by seraplis trod ;
' There through y o u e choin g va ult difl use
The song of choral worlds to God !
Ye visible Spirits ! bright as erst
‘ Youn g Eden s birth- night saw y e shine
u On all her flowers and fo ntains first,
Yet sparklin g from the hand divine ,
' ’ e smil d Yes, bright as then y to catch 13 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
e The music of a sph re so fair,
Ye hold yon high immortal watch ,
’ And gird your God s pavilion there .
Gold frets to dust y et there ye are ;
l Time rots the diamond there ye rol ,
In primal light, as if each star
’ Ensh rind an everlasting soul !
And do they not > sin ce y ou bright throngs
- h i One All enlig tening Sp rit own ,
’ rais d t u P here by p re sidereal tongues,
us Eternal , glorio , blest and lone ?
u wh Co l d man but see at ye have seen ,
Unfold awhile the shrouded Past,
t i s to - has been From all hat , what ,
r th e n The glance how ich, ra ge how vast !
The birth of time the rise, the fall ,
fl ovvn Of empires, myriads, ages ,
n n u w Thro es, cities, to g es, arts, orships all M nn s o r T E w C A S A L I .
s not e The things who e echoes are gon .
Ye saw rapt Zoroaster send
His soul into your mystic reign
th e d Ye saw adorin g Sabian ben ,
The living hills his mi ghty fane !
Beneath his blue and beamin g sky,
’ He w orshipp d at your lofty shrine ;
saw And deeme d he , with gifted eye,
The Godhead in his works divine .
And there ye shine, as if to mock
Th e children of a mortal sire :
' e ho The storm, the bolt, the earthquak s s ck,
' h e T red vol cano s cataract fire ,
u h and ame Dro g t, famine, plague, and flood, fl ,
’ ’ u e All Nat re s ills, and Life s worse wo s,
e u ou th e e Ar no ght to y ye smile sam ,
and s And scorn alike their dawn clo e. CA T A I J E 15 D E V V S O F S .
u Aye , there ye roll emblems s blime
' s us Of Him , who e spirit o er moves,
r Beyon d the clouds of grief and c im e,
Still shining oh the worl d He loves ,
Nor is one s cene to mortals gi ven
th e s u That more divides o l and sod ,
u d Than yon pro d heral ry of Heaven ,
Yon b urni ng blazonry of G o d !
FRAGMENT OF A PROJE CTED
OF A ON THE INFLUENCE F NCY UPON MYTHOLOGY.
Inspired by thee , the Grecian swain ,
’ us On some green cape s delicio brow ,
Gazin g Upon the glo rious main
s u That pread its p rple robe below ,
With eyes half closed in reverie ,
’ e th e i Has s en Ocean s K ng afar,
And the young Sisters of th e Sea
Floating around his pearly car 16 O F T D E W S C A S A L I E .
He sees their locks, that fringe the while
Wi th braided green the d eep they ‘lave
And that superb immortal smile
WV hich , where it lingers, lights the wave !
He knows the strain that swoons alon g
’ His golden East s vol uptuo us tide
To be the Nereides’ distant song
’ ’ Aroun d their Monarch s p ath o f pride I
s And there , as slumber heavier fall ,
Fond Fancy still his eye beguiles ;
’ s With Nymphs he tread the blue deep s halls,
u ! Or, with the J st, their Shinin g Isles
O O F R T THE FIRST SWALLOW THE YEA .
’ returnd Art thou , swift racer of the skies,
m To course the breezes of y lan d again,
And o ’ er these northern meads
To skim the new - born flowers ? F A 17 nnw s O C S T A L I E .
‘ e In what far zone while Vint r darkened here ,
Hast thou forgot th e tempest left behind >
O ’ er what stran ge seas displayed
- Thy heaven directed wing,
’ ud u l o v st fi the S mmer which thou so well ,
u h thou sh n the ills w ich hast power to flee ,
t ur And in some brigh sojo n ,
Thy vagrant bliss enjoy ;
w Where foreign skies with vernal sapphire glo ,
And deep sav annahs spread their virgi n store
u Of greenest solit des,
And never -trodden flowers ?
’ ’ c om st But, whencesoe er thou , alike receive
The lonely welcome of a simple lay,
From one who fondly strives
e his To weav heart in son g . ! IS T E D E W S O F C A S A L I .
’ u u s e Fleet pilgrim , bo nd to S mmer s fragrant hrin ,
’ ’ - s Tracing her flight o er ocean s dark blue zone ,
' WV h ere er her wing she rests
The girdled world aro und
e rO li et o f t I hail th e, p p hose fairy hours,
o ur s Ere long to dawn Upon hearts and isle ,
When Nature y et on ce more
W Her bridal robe shall ear,
t t e An d braid her resses wi h the glowing ros ,
’ u k And breathe profo nder azure o er the s ies,
An d bid old Ocean tu ne
M t u ore sof his awf l lyre .
n w ’ n Soo ill the thorn be hoar with May s rich s ow,
s e The lilac oon its flow ry plumes display,
And lithe lab urnums wave
d Their locks of pendent gol .
O 20 nE w s F C A S T A L I E .
These are thy tales ; and for them once again
! n Welcome, fleet Hal cyon of the Land Oh, lo g
Float on these northern winds,
And haunt our island flowers !
thee Enough of ; but there is ONE, to
u t Even thou, frail thin g of d st, canst lif
Of him , whose spirit owns,
G od In all His works, the .
’ 0 T e r fl HOU, whos word di ects the swallow s ight,
d h u Gui e of her pat , and g ardian of her way
Whose power Upholds her win g
' Thine own wide waters o er ;
n s ined Led by Thy love and by Thy stre gth su ta ,
we a l So may s fe y pass our stormy world,
th e t And reach shores of res ,
Th e summer land of God ! o r T L 21 D E W S C A S A I E .
THE HARP OF TEARS .
m W i t w Love , once on a ti e, h Sorro his bride,
’ Was amid the Nine bright Sisters choir,
i s And , as Sorrow was brush ng a tear a ide,
’ u It fell o n the strin gs of a M se s lyre .
s o ul Oh , the golden chords had a before ,
But the warm drop gave them a heart beside ;
L ‘ w And ove has hallow d the s eet harp more,
h is u Ever since it was wet by tearf l bride .
L O V E .
Oh Love ! what may thine emblem be ?
‘ Thine is the Sybil s branch of gold ;
Which gives us even on Earth to see
Elysium ' s glitterin g gates unfold
And elfin thine the foot of power,
W e u h e hos to ch can make t spirit glow,
L e th s th e ik e green rin g that gem moor, 9 2 ne w s o r C A S T A L I E
a An emerald in a w ste of woe .
u u w S ch art tho when thy path is s eet,
’ ’ An d l oads o er hope s delicio us plai n
' W u u u hen yo thf l hearts in m sic meet,
As summer winds the warbling main
u u s e S ch is thy power, when tho do t com
t w s Wi h wing of light and breath of flo er ,
' And waken in thy votary s home ,
’ w The lyre that rung in Eden s bo ers.
B ut Ah ! far darker po w ers are thine
To bid fond hearts in vain to glow ,
No rose to bloom , no ray to shine ,
An d lay young Hope in ruin low !
0 b aflil ed Love ! thine are the hues
That shroud in gloom the march of years ;
- s And , as the glow worm light the dews,
' l immerest Thou g on the dark heart s tears . nnw s o r C A S I' ‘ A L I E 23 .
S 'I‘ANZ AS EVENING .
u O f d un w th e s Clo ds purple rap we t,
And white mists fringe the cold blue hills ;
' ’ s s s The la t breeze sigh o er earth di m breast ,
his t One lone rook seeks distan nest,
s t And breath , con den ed from flowers at res ,
d W The reamy air ith richness fills .
As yet no dr op of s ummer dew
w d Bathes the bro n leaf, or bea s the flower 3
No solitary star looks th rongl i
’ The desert sky s pale mis ty blue ;
But solemn Evenin g queens the vie w
a An d D y an d Night revere her hour .
It is the hour for love b ut not
The hour for vain and vul gar love '
The Geni us of e ach tw ilight spot
e u f Whispers of lov d ones n orgot,
t ’ Whose spirits haunt th e hear s deep grot, . D E VV S 24 O F C A S T A L I E .
b Whose love will bless its heaven a ove .
It is the hour for thought but far
t u u Be ho ghts of g ilt, of grief, or gain !
’ s w ar Far hen ce be passion witherin g ,
’ c s s Regret, remorse , an d are har h j ar,
t Pride , hate, reven ge , an d all tha mar
The mus ic of the heart with pain !
But every sweet an d sacred glow
To this so ft hour of peace be given !
The sigh that speaks nor guilt nor woe ;
The tender calm ; the meltin g throe ;
The thoughts that brighten as they flow,
And w arble to the waves of heaven !
HYMN TO LIBERTY.
t o Sweet Liberty, wake thee ! too lon g h ast h u
b e so m to e on Can thy dreams dear, that they te pt sle p ? e s o r 25 n w C A S T A L I E .
rs u u Cast thy fette away , and the voices nn mbered
Of a glad world s hall tell that thy thraldom is done !
Oh shall not, ere lon g, that soiled mirror be shivered ,
Which is dim W ith the sighs of pale Glory for thee ;
d And the bright Sabbath dawn , in which millions elivered
Shall li-ft their first hymn to the God of the Free >
i i Take the w ngs of the morn n g, fly over the world
There is many a lan d where the tyrant is lord ;
not all u u u d Yet, oli shall in thy pro d flag be nf rle ,
And the tree of life girt by thy cherubim- sword ?
The Persi an who dared with the s courge and th e fette r
s - s ea In ult the free waves of the Hellespont ,
u s Did he do, sacred Freedom ! a ght wi er or better
Than thos e who lay scourges an d fetters on thee ?
in No, thy tides will yet rise their strength and their scorn
’ To w ash every vesti ge of slav ery away ; ' 6 ne w s O F T 2 C A S A L I E .
And W th e the thrones ill grow pale in light of thy morn ,
- d th e As the night stars are rowned in gold waves of day.
’ One flood of redemption will sweep o er the earth ,
- d u That thy own victor ark on the el ge may ride ,
An d the peace - hallowed olive will be the first birth
u u e Of the world when at length the pro d waters s bsid .
s u n Then , Oh then , shall arise , in its plendo r millen ial ,
’ The sun of free Tr uth o er th e mo untains of Time ;
u And Earth shall again wear the verd re perennial ,
s - And the amaranth she wore in her paradi e prime .
u ur Then at len gth in the wilderness fresh springs sh all m rm ,
Then at length in the desert stran ge roses shall bloom ;
r While each year, as it passes, will rivet yet firme
E u very bond of the rights which the nations res me .
' th e a e s Say not, think not, g , which the poet call Golden ,
Has passed from this bleak worl d for ever away ;
3 2 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
h s w Abroad in t ose wi nd , hich for ages have squandered
Their sweet breath on the flag of the despot alone .
s No more hall the Greek in degen erate terror,
Brook the scourge and the chain in the shade of the sword ;
No more shall the free wave of Salamis mirror
The colours that tell o f an Ottoman Lord !
In vain may the bands of the Orient environ
The hosts of a nation w ith glory on fire ;
- No slave will unhallow the death lan d of Byron ,
No freeman forget the last notes of his lyre !
And thou , too , Riego ! how fon d was the dream
That thy blood woul d cement up a half- fallen throne
That the s arts of the race thou didst rise to redeem
Only caught the proud pulses of hope from thy own !
t i - Thy pa r ot sword may be sheathed for awhile ,
’ But it yet will be drawn by a patri ot s hand, £39 nnw s O F C A S T A L I E .
And the Spirit of Freedom will look down and smile ,
’ t rantl ess As she waves her bright wing o er a y land .
‘ a u Over Sp ain s hu n dred hills, an d her be utif l valleys,
The cry of deliverance yet W ill be heard ;
s h er u , And th e serf i n h ts , an d the sl ave in her galley
s - Will feel their hearts leap at the paradi e word .
Forbid it that any unhallowed Alliance
Sho uld hold the crushed nations for ever i n thrall
That the few should lon g bid their imperial defian ce
i all ! To the reason , the fa th , and the glory of
i i u No ! mank nd will yet wake to a loft er d ty ,
Than that which enjoins them to sink into slaves ;
i W And the r eyes ill be opened , though late , to the beauty
Of Truth that ennobles, of Freedom that saves !
fi Thy rst steps, lovely Liberty ! sometimes may falter
i u But thy march w ll not cease , nor thy banner be f rled , T 39 D E W S O F C A S A L I E .
Till thy conquering han d shall have reared a proud altar
’ To the God of th e Free o er the thrones of a world !
Z E STAN AS ON TH EX ECUTION OF GENERAL RIEGO .
' n t u U gra ef l Spain ! Riego s gone ,
Can lives like his be given in vain 3
it u th son Was for no ght y gallant ,
? The last of Spaniards, died for Spai n
ou Go hail , before y iron throne ,
The royal traitor 's abj ect reign
i u Forget, forg ve , a realm ndone,
’ ’ ' The invader s sword , the vassal s chain
B ut ! b e no , wron ged lan d it cannot
Tho u w ert not made the clime for sl aves
h u et T o y hast sons who feel for thee ,
’ V v l i o m but the yoke bows not depraves .
The stranger’ s eye from far may see
There sleeps a storm o n Span i sh wave s ; A 3 1 D E W S O F C S T A L I E .
The lordly race will yet be free,
’ u freem ens Or pro dly rest in graves .
What tho ugh along their lovely land
u his The venal Ga l steed has driven ,
To bind again with ruthless han d
> Her chains, for one bright moment riven
Her gray Sierras still command
A thousand scenes to glory given ,
’ Where Freedom s flag will y et be fan ned
By all the winds of smiling heaven !
Riego ’ s gone and Spain on ce more
’ a nod Obeys princely reptile s ,
’ Who claims (th e tyrant s only lore )
The right to wron g the world of G od :
A meaner miscreant n e ’ er before
’ On God s free world to scourge it trod ;
Alas, that such have power to pour
The blood that stains a despot’ s rod ! 2 T A 3 D E W S O F C A S L I E .
As die the brave , Riego died
With Freedom‘s Martyrs lives his name
But rt ‘ oh ! that, stretched in ma ial pride ,
His corse had graced the field of fame !
’ u ff Yet R ssel s nerve the sca old tried ,
And Emmet met the tree of shame :
‘ ’ R e si h d oun d each dark spot where fre dom g ,
u e of S ch memories twin a sword flame .
’ Riego s sword is broke b ut not
Lost is his glory near or far ;
His deeds shall yet be unforgot
In future fields of happier war;
In the freed peasant’ s peaceful cot
His praise shall wak e the sweet guitar ;
’ u n me h is While Bo rbon s a gore shall blot,
His own shall shin e his country’ s star !
And thou , his land ! thy Pyrenees
Where they not pil ed to r fence th e F ree ? ’ DE i S O E 33 W F C A S T A L I .
Still wilt thou drain the bitter lees
Of woes and wrongs for years to be ?
e Rise in thy might arise, and seiz
' The birthright long w ith el d from thee ;
And so und in e v ery Spanis h breeze
‘ The dirge of buried Slavery !
L OF THE FIRST TA E LOVE .
e t r Ah, see wher the ende tale is tellin g
th e To her downcast eye glad tear rushes,
The deep sigh of bliss from her bosom is swelling ,
h er i us s ! An d cheek , half averted , is burnin g w th bl he
’ Nor yet does she open her heart s recesses ,
u and Half do bting her joy, half believin g ;
Iii secret the s pot an d the moment she blesses
Bu u u t her lips faintly m rm r that men are deceivin g.
WV hil e l k u r e l , oo in g fond tri mph , her raptu d over
t on o s Presses the arm tha his rep se , e o r E . 34, n w s C A S T A L I
u d i s co w r Reads in her mien what no ton gue co l d ,
And tells her her path shall be all over roses :
s And brightly as swell the moonlight o cean ,
u - When the breath of a sweet s mmer night floats over ,
t So heaves her fair bosom with tender emo ion ,
her r So soft on her ear fall the words of love .
but u Oh, who has felt or fan cied the pleas res
A moment of love so p ure can awaken >
t its And what is the w orld , with its oils and treasures ,
That for it thi s fl o w eret of Heaven is forsaken ?
,
i W G ve the lover, ith her whom he loves at even
To rove by the stream of their o wn dear valley
To the cold hearted world be its vanities given !
O ur i - fl o w ers i l fe is too short with its sprin g to da ly .
ON AN OF LINES WRITTEN EVENING JUNE .
’ e Oh , tis soothin g to list where the lon woodlark sings,
In b ul e ’ e the eautif haz of a summer day s ven ,
36 ne w s o r C A S T A L I E .
And lay open , where, radiant in glory and love ,
The los t blossoms of Earth in their o wn Eden bloom !
WRITTEN AT MIDNIGHT .
T “ h e u ou u can ever look p to y beautif l arch ,
Where the moon shines in holy and hallowing li ght,
And the planets lead rou nd her their radiant march
Through t h e shadowy depth of the azure midnight ;
Wh o e u u can ver look p to those beautif l orbs,
d Nor ream that he breathes in a world all unkno wn ,
u s Where the m sic of heaven his spirit absorb ,
And thrills from a heavenly heart to his own >
Oh th ese are the mom ents to dream on th e dead
An d think where each dwells in his own happy i sle ;
And the tear that in these blessed moments is shed ,
on the e Leaves a trace heart n ver left by a smile . ' ‘ ! 3 7 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
To THE FIRST PRIMR-OSE
Child of the earl y year,
Thy stormy lullaby
’ Sweeps o er m y ear
' the u W In r de in d s wintry sigh.
’ Thou l ook s t in beauty forth
s To tell the tale of pring,
E re yet th e North
Has u nfurled his cloudy win g
s In other zone to rei gn ,
Through polar p in es to roar,
And las h th e main
u On the s llen arcti c shore .
The winds thy cradle rock ,
i To the r stern melody,
As if to mock
At thy pale fragility . ne w s o r 33 C A S T A L I E .
Yet there thou bl oomest on
L h ike wort by sorro w tried,
Rearing its crown
Mid the storms of time and tide ;
th e And lookin g to sky ,
Where all su ch flowers Shall wave
(No more to die )
In the winds beyond the grave .
ON SEEING THE NAM E O F ROBE RT EMM ET W RITTEN
P - ! IN HIS OWN HAND U ON ONE OF HIS SCHOOL B OO S .
h w as he t T is written when was a ligh gay boy,
WV li o se voice was to fire the listening band
h e s Of t brave who aro e, with tearful j oy ,
- For the rights of their desolate father land .
u Ali , little he tho ght when he traced those words,
u That his sun sho ld go do wn in a sky so dim , O F D E W S C A S T A L I E . 39
‘ ff u h is ds That a sca old sho ld break heart s fine chor ,
And the grave of the felon be d ug for him !
u Ah little he tho ght, when he wrote that name ,
u a t - It ever wo ld c as a talisman spell ,
’ T o u u awaken the bl sh of his co ntry s shame ,
That in vain th e Wallace of Erin fell !
i n Yet happy death, since he now no more
w t t u Shall gaze , i h a hear to madness st n g,
On th e c urs e that w ithers h is parent shore
t And the ears from her friendless milli ons wrun g ;
Sin ce he no w no more can share or see
The chai ns from the depth of his soul abhorre d
m The chains of the race , who he rose to free,
When he drew in their name th e sacred sword !
u Co ld he now return, an d behold the lan d
For whi ch he had felt with a lover’ s love ‘ 40 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Co ul d he hear a nation in vain demand
e The mercy den ied , xcept above ;
’ Coul d he fe el the weight of his co u ntry s load
h See her fields of deart , and her homes of pain
u fo r d He wo ld hate the light the scenes it sho we ,
And kneel for the boon of a grave again !
And was it for (nought that he breathed his las t
By the death the brave most fear to die
u u t W t u - That victorio s G il i h her tr mpet blast,
Gave h is name to th e winds of infamy
— ' Has he w o n but th rs that over his tomb
u e Even Hate for a moment bl shed to smil ,
And t u hat they, who h ad sealed it, mo rned the
Of him who died for his Orphan Is'le >
B e lieve it not ! Oh , rather believe
t ke o n h That his spiri , l i those of the Saints igh , W’ T 4] D E S O F C A S A L I E .
The cloudy glooms of the grave will cleave
From beneath the Golden Shrine to cry !
Nor yet in the earth will his free bloo d sink
s s u t m It hall ri e ere lon g in a fo n of fla e ,
' \V hil e r a n ation s hearts of the bright wave d ink ,
0 0 \V h1ch for ever murmurs of his name !
th e h And arp , too lon g i n darkness hun g,
L ’ Shall awaken in iberty s sunbright smile ,
' Till her Martyr s meed of fame be fl ung
Upon all the w inds of his o wn Green Isl e !
F OR THE L DIRGE AST INCA ,
S u sed to be sun b a Per uvian ar d at the Tomb o Atahual a ppo g y B f p .
Gods of Peru !
Say, can ye view,
' U rav e our ? nmoved, the g tears bede w
Is it in vain 42 T D E W S O F C A S A L I E .
u On mo nt and plain ,
> We pour the blood, and pile the fane
Tradition sings
That from you sprin gs
royal line of S un- born Kin gs ;
Yet here we pine
To dust consign
last of that immortal line !
b ut Had he died ,
u In pl me d pride,
‘ s A warrior death , his ranks beside ,
Less wild might flo w
The streams of woe
’ i n O er one so laid glory low .
But th us to fall
Bereft of all
That s trews with flo wers the princely pall
D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
‘ An orphan people s hearts have bled :
They live to moan
u l Ro nd yon pa e stone ,
O ’ er the last Inca’ s buried throne '
Calm be thy rest
Amon g the Blest !
By kin dred hands thy co u ch be drest !
Eternal flowers
Perfume the bowers
That shade thy soft an d golden hours !
I see the gloom
Pass from th y tofnb
I hail thy bright and blissful doom
What sacred fires
Shall warm thy Sires,
When deathless air their Child respires '
In some green glade 45 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Famed Manco ’ s shade
For thee a wreath divine shall braid
r His ba ds shall sing,
In shadowy ring,
A welcome to the Stran ger - King !
Alas, in vain, — My heart my str ain
Would veil in h Op e the face of pain ;
I think alone
Of glories gone ,
‘ — ‘ An empire s wreck a stranger s throne !
In sighs, the lay
Expires away
Peru has clo s ed her splendid day '
u What tho ghts rebel ,
I may not
! Dust of my ing, a deep farewell !
E G o r T 4 D E W S C A S A L I E .
SERENADE .
\ Vhen winds to rest are sinkin g , love ,
d ew - n And flowers the fall drinki g , love ,
M y tho ughts to thee
For ever flee ,
’ un b o “ c h arm d n ' Ro d thy er a rin g li king , love
s t its There they peed like the shaf to mark , my
t t m At the mee in g of ligh and dark , y fai r,
‘ - At the lover s day dawn ,
‘ When th e moon s on th e lawn
th e And nightingale sings for the lark , my fair !
r “ w is hen not a ave foamin g, love,
u b ut s And no ght Pas ion roamin g , love ,
Let thy tho ughts W i th mine
In tw m e memory ,
At th e s s u l mi ! oft weet ho r of g oa n g, love
w th e i h st s T hink of me hen br g t ar lave , m v fair,
th e t h e r And dance in stream y pave , my fai ,
As if every star nn s o r T 47 w C A S A L I E .
s m Had hot fro afar,
To hold a ball on the wave , my fair !
‘ u s s While all in bea ty hining , love ,
And all at rest reclinin g, love ,
Rem ember him
Whose heart is dim ,
st In the mid of peace repinin g, love !
to And when in thy bower heaven , my fair,
t Thy spirit at ni gh is given , my fair,
Let th y p ure tho ughts rise
To their kindre d s kies
In u a prayer for the heart tho hast riven , my
L AMENT o r ALCE U S UPON THE ANNI VERSARY o r HIS
B Y REJECTION SAPPHO .
s n In vain , ala ! i n vai
My n ative main ,
Thy glad waves roll i n light and m us ic nigh : D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Unlike himself of yore ,
ae Al c us seeks thy shore,
’ ' To muse on Sappho s lyre and Sappho s eye .
Once more the day of gloom ,
Whose mournful doom
t fl o w Gave me to tears , renews heir bitter ;
ff Once more A ection mourns,
’ As o er its wreck returns
t w The wave hat laid its treasured all belo .
’ Love wails on Memory s shore,
For Hope no more
’ ’ u b ut Deep s nk in time s, not oblivion s wave :
Lost as may be m y all,
Tis sweet yet to recall
- The tender Past, and wake its tear green grave .
d a No more , on this sad y ,
My silent lay C 49 D E W S O F AS T A L I E .
leave the Past to sleep without its
But m from y heart, though dim
’ Like the sad shade - bird s hy mn
u melt in solit de melodious flame .
’ Albeit non e livin g e er
The strain may hear,
It soothes to weave the sorrow- breathin g
Though vain as is the dirge ,
’ u Borne o er the reckless s rge ,
' s For tho e who rest the gray deep s caves among .
Lone Lady of my soul !
m a Lon g years y roll ,
But m w al l still , oh still , y heart ill be thine
Still as these hours return ,
Shall purer incense burn,
And holier myrtles wave around thy shrine !
0 fl h, as this day oats by , 50 T D E W S O F C A S A L I E .
Will no t one sigh
u ? Be given to him , thro gh time and chan ge thin e o w n
Will not thine eye be dim
t With on e brigh tear for him ,
‘ s s u Ph ao ns fl o w n> Whose love yet la t , tho gh love be
Sad heart ! it is thy lot
To be forgot
But never to forget the golden past :
Of thee no relics d well
’ In her youn g memory s cell
No shade on her one thought of thee will
Yet still that magic n ame
u Shoots thro gh m y frame,
m wakes y heart, as breezes sweep the lyre ;
! Still , still, alas I feel
The wound no time can heal ,
d e ee n fire An in sweet madn ss f d the wasti g .
s o r 52 a C A S T A L I E .
’ ’ is T not Ambition s wind,
That swells her stately sail ;
’ d Tis not Reven ge impels behin ,
Nor Interest wakes the gale :
Another, holier breeze
’ Speeds her march o er the billo ws blue ,
As she sweeps the Grecian seas
’ Her country s hest to d o 5
' ' ’ h b reath d The sighs that ave o er Cannin g s grave,
’ ’ ! Hav e w ing d her co urse o er the ocean - wave
The Eagle of the Deep ,
With the lightnings in her hold ,
Has spread her strong wings forth to sweep
' O er th e glorious waves of old !
Joy to those for whom they strike !
Woe to those on w hom they fall !
But hail to the smile and the tear alike
For THE WORLD shall exult i n all
e w - And bless the hour, wh n her hite sea win g 53 a s o r CA S TA LLE .
\Vas spread from the Is les of the Ocean - ! ing !
to u Bid her welcome yo r shore ,
- Ye sons of hero sires ,
the With the flash of swords of yore ,
And the sound of you r ancient lyres !
u With the sho t of the free and brave ,
u i With the son g of the yo n g and fa r,
0 th e . welcome keel that speeds to save
And the high hearts b eatin g there !
Let the echoes of glad Thermopyl ae
Repeat th e Hail from the distant sea !
Oh that the soul of Greece
Might re- inspire her frame
With the lore of war and peace ,
With freedom an d w ith fame !
Oh that her streams‘ might roll
’ U nstaind their glens alon g !
Oh that one freeborn poet’ s soul N E O F T 54. W S C A S A L I E.
h Mig t pour one freeborn son g,
To bid the immortal mo un tains stand
Memorials of a chainless land !
The ho ur has come at length
That never comes in vain
a h as Degener te Greec e tried her stren gth ,
And riven her Asian chain !
t Then speed hee nobly forth ,
Prou d Eagle of the Sea !
An d bear the th unders of the North
To set the Orient free !
tu Re rn not, till new glory smile
Upon the glorious M ain and Isle ! ’ B t mfi Bf (Safital il .
AL B O O K I I . H I S T O R I C .
minus of (s ustain.
THE TEN THOUSAND AT THE SACRED MOUNT .
' C nax a s They had seen y field ,
Where they fou ght so vainly well
' u u r eel d For, tho gh back in ro t the foemen ,
Yet th e princely Cyrus fell !
Co uld it aught avail to them
That the Golden Eagle fled ?
’ u Susa s He who fo ght for diadem ,
’ Was amon g Cy nax a s dead ;
’ Their p aean had drown d the parting groan
Of him who stru ck for a grave or throne !
They had heard Euphrates rush
In the might of his o w n deep wa v e ;
They had seen the infant Tigris gush
From his far Armenian cave ; 58 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
They had seen the Ephesian pile ,
but The of the mountaineer,
And fou ght thro u gh man y a red defile
s s With the lin g, the shaft, and pear :
f s O their brave ranks, ome of the bravest
ss In a namele grave of forei gn clay .
Underneath the snow - born pines
th e W Car d u ch i an s Of ild hill ,
‘ They nad tho u gh t of their country s wines
By the foeman ‘s icy rills
’ s t u At the eagle scream , they had ho ght
On the i i igh ti ii gal es of home :
“ " “ u u s u u t Co ld s ch , they had a ked , be the l re that wro gh
Upon Greeks from Greece to
As they tho u ght of the ho ur when they blindly sol d
‘ u s s Ten tho san d sword for a tran ger s gold .
' They are scalin g Th ech e s side
’ Their v an is o n Th ech e s brow
S 60 D E W S O F C A T A L I E .
u u At the sho t, the eagle sw n g
From his eiry far away,
And the Col chian pheas ant sprung
From his dark wood to the day !
All bri g ht fell the westering sun
’ On the warriors moving arms ;
w as By file Upon file the height won ,
Till an Army’ s glad alarms
' Arose as if life and liberty
Were in one far glimpse of a stran ger- sea !
It was lon g ere the echoes were still
That arou nd and afar replied
Long ere on the Sacred Hill
ut i The sho s of a myr ad died .
u Then rose the f ll tones of a lyre ,
’ And a yo un g voice s w el l d the sound ;
u Every eye thro gh its tears shot fire ,
‘ As the warriors th rong d around ;
They leaned on their spears in a trance d o c a T L i E 61 p aw s r s a .
M ute as the Nine round the Delphic King .
” as T w a pale Greek girl , whose han d
th e s There strayed deep chord among ,
’ ’ w h o o ur d th e s And p in tranger s, land
’ The soul of her cou ntry s s ong :
L t w as th e igh wan to dark of her eye ,
As it flashed on the di stant sea '
’ She swept the strings tho ugh h er breast th robb d
With a hand all firm and free
w as th e and u s And rich voice , pro d the train ,
She gave to the W inds of the Euxni e Main :
— — All hail all hail tho u glorious Sea !
These b urning tears alone may tell
t t Wi h what deep joy I welcome hee ,
An d s ee th y bl ue Elysi um swell — Again again - as if my so ul
hared i n thy o w n exul ting roll ! T 62 D E W S O F C A S A L I E .
t We have been s rangers all too long ,
’ F o r I was born the Ocean s child ;
To thee I gave my early song,
WV ii en hope and home aro und me smiled
et L t u t f Ere y ove a gh , in lands a ar,
’ t th e s t V i To race crim on s eps of ar.
’ I saw th e light in Homer s i sle
And every island child is thine ;
B ut never did thine azure s mile
s o v Seem , even to me , all di ine ,
As w t V now, hen firs I iew once more
— ’ Thy face th e pledge of dan gers o er !
D ear to the free thy chainless waves
And I w as born among the free ;
Lon g have I breathed th e air of slave s
u t t and t B t s ill , oh s ill , to thi ne hee
u u M y h eart wo ld t rn , and pine to gaze
s t as r . Upon hee , in ea ly day D E XV S 63 O F C A S T A L I E .
s aw th e Ca ster W I sweet y ind,
’ s s th e u t I pa ed broad E phra es flood,
’ r s w t r s c hhfe I hea d if Tig i behind,
’ On “ l l d Araxes banks I stood ;
B ut all their w aters m il d in vain
My heart w as on the free bl ue main !
O ur o ur tas d vows are heard , k is one
V it to rs ! th e sea befo re y ou lies !
t t is The amaran hine wrea h won ,
h at W ith th e d y in g never dies !
Yo urs W ill be memories to in spi re
’ ’ s the l ! The patriot heart, poet s yre
’ u l i t s Yo r arms have a Phasis bank ,
‘ New to th e s ou nd of Jas on s name ;
And warriors ! yet yo ur victor- ranks
’ “f th e ht ill dim lig of Argo s fame ,
\Vhen yonder deep s hall idly foam
Behind the barks i t wafted home . 64, T D E W S O F C A S A L I E .
Farewell the fear of foreign graves !
' not ou Tis for y , in hostile earth,
th e us s v s To mingle with d t of la e ,
Far from th e bright lan d of yo ur b i rth ;
u r t No ! share , where yo r f ee fa hers died ,
’ t ' ! Their slumber s peace , heir memory s pride
— Pile high the trophy l et it stan d
utu th e t In f re years tale to ell ,
’ t u th e How hro gh proud barbarian s land ,
Ye fo u ght your way so redly well !
’ Where is the Orient s sword or chain ?
The Myriad see th e Main again !
THE L ANDING OF AGRIPPINA WITH
or ASHES GERMANICUS .
The wide beach seemed al ive
So dense was the crowd it bore
It looked as an armed host 1mi ght strive O A S TA LI E 63 D E W S O F .
s In vain to reach the hore .
The yo ung and th e gray- haired stood
The s hel v ni g sands along ;
The rocks that looked on th e ocean - fl oo d
Were rife with the gazin g throng;
Nor co uld s ex or age o ne foot res train
th e u s From dark h man ma s that banked the main .
t r The Ci y, where Maro died ,
Had sent forth all her thron g
Nor thes e alone to the full beach hied
B ut th e Land that loved h is song
u t th e Po red for h , from cities afar an d near,
u ds th e Her tho san to Bay,
’ st ress d th e Till the foremo , p by crowding rear,
Often tou ched th e span gled spray ;
They heeded it not —for each heart an d eye
\ sk Vas fixed where the bri ght deep lined the y .
Calm an d soft w as the morning hour ! 66 o r T D E W S C A S A L I E .
\V l i i l e the Day - kin g Upward rode
u as h is And the b rnin g East, he left bower ,
L s ea ike a of opal glowed .
Cal ab i ian a The green pl in ,
’ Th e s t de erted Ci y s pride ,
’ The a s expanse of Adri s apphire main ,
' And th e far hill s misty side
w t s o All glo ed wi h a light, ri ch yet mild ,
It s eemed as on Earth the S un- god s miled !
Yet h is s miles to them were no ught
t u s d For , of all tha co ntle s ban ,
No t u u t u a brow, ndimmed by the clo d of ho ght,
’ s th e Might be een o er peopled strand .
t s Silent hey gazed , or poke
‘ i V ith m u u a low and o rnf l tone ,
nd us A , in every wan and anxio look ,
’ Was a tale of hopes o erth ro w n
n The robes of th e tomb on each breast were see ,
An d the sunk eye told of the grief within .
n ‘o r A 08 n w s C A S T L I E .
her And the eyes of all wer e on alone .
the She neared marble pier,
And veiled on her deck was seen
A sight to claim a Roman tear
’ The Cae sar s widowed ! uee n!
‘ In her arms she clo s ely press d
A Vase in a sable pall ;
fu s t And the neral robe , on her ately breast,
Might be s een to rise and fall ;
While around her knees with their yo ung arms twin e
Tw o n . u orpha hopes of the J lian line .
Proudly she stepped to lan d
In de s pair she forgot not prid e
And there from the Vase with a wasted
She drew th e pall aside
’ ’ T w as their Hero s golden grave
Was it thus they hailed him h ome ?
d — Famed, feared , and love the beni gn , D E VV S 6 O F C A S T A L I E . 9
’ Had he only risen on Rome ,
L u u s u t ike a bea tif l tar, for a brief ho r brigh ,
To leave them wrapped in a sabler night ?
As from th e fatal Vase
’ th e s d She drew dark veil fol ,
The sun W ith a clear and ghastly blaze
Ill umined the Urn of gold :
It seemed as th e sad gleam broke
Some s pell whi ch had h ushed the throng ;
For to one W ild cry th e echoes woke
The reso undin g shore s along !
it s th e Over land and main welled gale ,
‘ And it ru n g like th e voice of an Empire s wail !
Oh , there was in that cry
What str uck to the heart like a knell ;
’ ’ th e u t s Twas b rst of a na ion agony ,
As it bade to Hope farewell !
Despair spoke in the sound 7 0 D E VV S O F C A S T A L I E .
‘V l i i c h t u s u like h nder ro e and r n g,
As t s u d if the wa er a voice had fo n ,
’ And the hills an earthquake s tong ue :
‘ W d s So ild was the wail o er ear hope vain ,
The tall mast r ocked on th e trembling mai n !
- t Even the war worn veterans wep ,
Nor bl ushed for th e tears they s hed
O ver him whose d ust for ever s lept
In that narrow golden bed .
They recalled whe n h is eagle s flew
On th e banks of th e reddenin g Rhine ;
‘ Nor less when his l au rel l d le gion s drew
' th e u d s To Roman Th n erer shrine ,
A nd t b h i s s , wi h five royal ba es in plendid
’ u t w ar He graced the pomp of his co n ry s .
— ’ And she that Hero s wife ,
The dau ghter of their gods
\ t Vho had left to share his mar ial life, 7 1 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
’ Her Sires au gust a bodes
As t her hey gazed on , anew
ty t - s u The pi ing ear drop pr n g,
t t t i s o u To hink ha a spir t, hi gh yet tr e,
Should be th us from i ts pro u d hopes fl un g
That th e asp sho uld thu s u nheeded gl ide
' st u s To the bower and brea of a Conq eror bride .
t u Yet amid hat mo rning crowd ,
r s ut sh e Tea le s and m e moved ,
Thou gh her handmaids rou nd her wailed
She mourned as she had love d !
Tears were too w eak to prove
The g rief that swelled her so ul
’ u s l o v The depth of a pro d heart lonely e ,
’ ‘Vhen th e death - waves o er i t roll !
She clasped th e Urn to h er b urning he art
One kiss ! the dead and th e desolate
The noble st of th e land T 773 D E W S O F C A S A L I E .
Received the sacred trust ;
And , ran ged in a sad and solemn band ,
They bore the imperial d ust
t Wherever they passed , there brea hed
Incense from altars round ;
And th e flowers of the grave, by fair hands wreathed ,
’ u u u Were strown o er the mo rnf l gro nd ,
Tl l l the glorious d ust at length fo u nd room
’ ’ T b er s b a On the y anks , in the C esars tomb .
THE TWO DREAMS OF J ULIAN
In his pride the sun went down
On th e gilded waves of Se ine ;
And the crescent moon on tent and town
Shed her pearly light serene .
A sl umberin g army lay
’ us Lu Under h hed tetia s w alls,
n ’ Who had filed that mor , i n arm d array,
u Thro gh her streets of festal halls, ne s O F T ' $3 w C A S A L I E .
T “ u u r here la rel h ng over eve y door,
‘ s s c atter d t k And flower were heir ran s before .
‘ 111 There s a light the palace bower,
‘V h ere th e lone gol d cresset gleams
th e u Far beyond midnight ho r,
u w t t n Tho gh i h fain and wani g beams .
“my b urn s so late and long
The lamp i n that chamber hi gh ?
o th e u Why al ne , ami d sl mbering throng,
Doe s the Ca s ar wake to m use and Sigh > — He has d ared h i s fate h e h as staked
’ For his father s eagle flies in Gaul '
u th e u b y He had fl ng p rple ,
B ut i ts spell remained behind ;
For th e mien of con s ciou s majesty
Is no t vu th i ts robes resigned :
On h i s pale b ut prin cely brow
strl fe u The of his so l was shown , o r 74 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
’ s t fitful By the cres e s faint and glow,
While he paced his bower alone :
th e th e u d As the sage, prince , or s bject swaye ,
- H IS heart like a pl ume in th e war breeze played .
L t u t his u u t on g he ho gh on f t re pa h ,
th e s us On peril he m t brave ,
’ ’ s t s On an empire love , and a tyran wrath ,
t t ’ A throne , or a rai or s grave .
t At len g h , on the regal bed
u u us His limbs the A g st threw ,
’ ’ d “ 1th fev er d An d woo , a heart and head,
‘ Late obh v io ns welcome dew
’ t h is u u h i m furl d He slep with p rple aro nd ,
He dreamt like the kin g of the Roman world !
’ seem d For he , in that broken sleep ,
‘ Rome s awful Spirit to V l eW :
ou t R nd the Form , wi h slow and stately sweep ,
A dim phantom - eagle flew
76 nuw s o r C A S T A L I E .
’ But th e the soul , that feels hero s glow,
f Will not long be chilled by ear.
h is He started from sleep,
t u Wi h his hand pon his sword,
th e to And he swore by Roman Jove , keep
The oath in his deep heart stored
t That , before he shea hed the sword he drew,
' The S un- bird of Old sho uld its youth renew
w An d ell he kept his word,
' As his Co untry s page can tell !
From the field s of Gaul the Imperial Bird
’ W in d s W and g a la t flight ide well .
B ut alas ! while the path he
h i s t u Which name wi h a pro d wreath twines,
’ The apostate left his fathers God
For the Gods of a tho us and shrines
u him And never had Tr th a foe like ,
‘ Under whom an Empire s faith grew dim . ns E 77 w s o r C A S T A L I .
Behold him once again
O n the bare Assyrian sands,
‘ Enc am d p on the midnight plain ,
With his brave, but broken bands
u Ah , little their leader tho ght,
t ' When he left sof Antioch s bower,
th e he u That eagle , in whose shade fo ght,
’ Should fly from a rival s power
the That, ere twice he passed Tigris wave ,
He should find a red untimel y grave !
’ sml d In his imperial vest,
t Wi h the march and the fight outworn ,
hi m He had laid down to rest,
Till the first faint blush of morn ;
B ut scarce did his eyelids close
When the same unearthly Form
From his troubled soul arose,
Like the lightning from the storm ;
But the purple garb it had worn before 78 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
u Was aro nd the spectral Shape no more .
u l In its place , a f nera vest
’ S ecm d th d to sweep e Form behin ,
’ Of the h ue which robes a father s breast
‘ For a child to the dust c onsi gn d ;
’ c onceal d Its folds his face ,
w as And his brow to earth bent,
‘ seem d u As he , with a slow an d mournf l
’ To part from the Caesar s tent ;
But the Vision gave no partin g look ,
Nor a word the dreadful silen ce broke .
From his cou ch the Monarch sprun g ;
‘ He rush d to the open air :
Instant athwart the night was flun g
A meteor’ s awful glare !
Th e faces of those o n watch were dyed
VV ith a bloody light, yet pale withal ,
and The tents of the sleepers, far wide, ne s o r CA S TA L X E 7 w . 9
u ] Were involved in a sang ine pal ,
And the Emperor deemed among the stars
He had seen the frown of the Roman Mars '
There are times a dream can sink
The spirits of the bold ;
B ut the Cae sar di d not shrink
From th e fate th us d arkly told
ti um ets u He bade his p so nd ,
He bade his eagles fly,
He move d on his o wn death - ground
Like a king to victory
’ B ut the Parthian dart was aim d too well
The King of the World in glory fell !
He fell in a nameless waste,
But his dust coul d not repose
In the land where he breathed his last,
’ In the earth of his Empire s foes :
Where th e limpid Cydnus stream 80 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Reflects proud Tarsus near,
’ ar d u They h ave re a tomb , f ll oft to gleam
’ \Vith the soldier s generous tear
They have graven the marble with Julian‘s name
But his noblest epitaph is Fame !
THE EVE OF SALAMIS .
no ZE aean There rolls wave o f all the blue g ,
u u u d B t m rm rs glory to the sacre shore ,
Recallin g when the loud triumphal paean
’ Was heard the Salaminian waters o er ;
‘Vhen the delivered o cean proudly bore
The victor fleet in glad disorder on ;
Each patriot gazin g on his land on ce more ,
th e and Free , by fi ght so newly lost won ,
run Her race of science, fame, peace , liberty to .
bi in n Tears, g tears , filled many a m a ly eye ,
’ u e S ch tears as consecrat the warrior s bay , 81 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
While the Delivering Navy gallantly
a Swept on , magnificent in disarr y,
th e ; Scarred with dints of battle Glad and gay,
They rode the waves by them immortal made ;
With plou ghs of vi ctory furrowing the bright spray
t ’ To be thenceforth wi h Glory s harvest spread,
Whose amaranthine sheaves each bro w in fancy braid .
s - It was a sight to warm the slave heart core ,
To see th e Fleet of Freedom onward come ;
To note the proud strokes of the meanest oar
That sped the victors of the Orient home ;
- To watch , by fits , along the sun lit foam ,
t Shield , helm and corslet flashin g fas and far
’ \V h i l e t , ere he lef the rich West s golden dome
- The Day god checked awhile his sinkin g car,
d s And breathe the steeds of light to hail the fini hed war .
Moments, replete with glorifyin g thought !
Ye in yourselves condensed the life of years ; 82 O F T D E W S C A S A L I E .
W u u u ht Born of past triumph , an d ith f t re fra g
‘ t a Kindlin g an iris o er departed e rs ,
And u scatterin g in bright hope the clo dy fears,
u - s u u ! Which veiled thy th n der peak , F t rity
L as s ight they disperse , break and disappears
’ u - s s fire- t The mo ntain mi t , when Day first shaf s flee
’ u tu u tu u s ea WV id e o er the joyo s earth an d the m l o s .
u No head was there by conscious fame nraised ,
but l h W t u No eye ig tened i h nwonted fire ,
u As on the crowded stran d the conq erors gazed ,
us w r s M ing on home and ife , f iend, child , or ire ,
Perchan ce some Grecian loved one : Coul d she
’ Of that d ay s loft y tale ? Would no t her hand
- l Awake . ere night , her lon g neg ected lyre,
his w u y Blendin g n ame ith the nd in g band ,
Whose swords were drawn to fen ce the dau ghters ofth ei r land
All cau ght the glad contagion even the pal e
vs ou nded d An d warrior raised his drooping hea ,
‘ 84, ne s er w C A S T A L I E .
’ ’ Lon g as Oephisus an d Eurotas wave
men Mourn for the , the days, the deeds of yore ;
n u Lo g as one column marks the glorio s shore ,
’ Or one lon e flower waves in green Tempe s breeze ;
’ So long thy shade shall float those waters o er,
Thy n ame be voiced alon g thy native seas,
’ Ath ente s ! pride and shame famed , fallen Themistocles
Napoleon of the East ! like him the first
’ o in e Am n g the foremost, while Freedom s n am
’ Thou l ed st the v an of battle like him nurst
Upon the lap of Glory wherefore shame
? c ause The breast that fed thee and the disclaim,
Which gave such l ustre to thine early sword ?
Was it for souls like thine to sink their fam e
Amon g the satraps of a despot lord,
And pile with tr aitorous pomp a parasite ’ s vile board >
Thy mom w as bright with Freedom w herefore spend
Thine ev e of life in leagu e with Tyranny ? 85 D E VV S O F C A S T A L I E .
May not the river, where its wanderings end ,
u P ure as the yo n g waves of its fountain be ,
And mix u ns ullied with e ternity >
I know not ; b ut the tongu e of all time gon e
Proclaims, if Man be blest, if Earth be free ,
Not by Ambition must the deed be done
u w Which still for some vain ga d ill leave the goal un won .
’ Frail gains ! eventhere Ambition s high pul s e
then Even a cloud obscured that noble bro w,
’ ‘ As gl ancin g back o er the deep s star - dropped swell
His eye surveyed the grandly m o urnful show
Of Asian ship s and captives Greek han ds row
The torn imperial galleys l Did the sight
Remind the conqueror how Fate sways below
The cypress an d the laurel > Be what m ight
i , t s i n The shade it came pa sed h s eye as wo t grew bright.
‘ u m Yet well s ch scene might pro pt the gazer s breast,
Ho w m n Ti e and Cha ge the rule of man disown, 36 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
And bid th e victor vail his stately cre s t
' At iron Destiny s imperiou s throne
L s d u ate on those deck the Me ian pl mes had flown ,
Anticipatin g victory now they bare
s t In bond heir vanquished lords, while. many a moan
t Of bleeding Persians, fain ly heard , declare
to them a How dark the eve , iii Grecian eyes so f ir .
’ thro n d and s There were they g , the satrap the lave ,
t t Forgot their bondage , and extin c heir pride ;
’ Followin g, not sharin g , o er the glitterin g wave ,
tr u f e d The i mph of the o s so oft ecried ,
' The sl and er d s ons of freedom : Some belied
a ll t u l to t Grief, by fel not, str gg in g con rol
u Tho ghts of the fair b abe , and the fairer bride ,
L w Ch o as es eft where thy kingl y aves , p , roll
’ s u S weet waves ! all wormwood no w to the fon d exile so l .
‘ u o il d b Oh tho sp minion of bar aric power ,
Degenerate Asiarch ! could thin e ey e behold
D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
u War calls its locusts p to waste the land,
Which violation only can make his .
u Woe , woe to those who seek their balef l bliss
In wringin g tears, blood, curses, from their kind !
Who, to reven ge the happiness they miss,
d a nd d Enthral the bo y degrade the min ,
‘ ’ An d with a w ro ng d world s sighs load the lam entin g wind !
B ut t ye, the men , who with heir stren gth have striven,
What wreath for y ou shall Li berty entwine >
Y u w o r n ames will glo l ike stars alon g the heaven ,
Instinct with immortality ; the line
Of tuneful spirits will your deeds ensli ri ne
In lays that live for ever : while forgot
w d u Or orse, recorde an d acc rsed shall pine
‘ s u The tyrant memory, yours will ha nt each spot,
win which to or die was once your glorious lot .
The men of Marathon are gone ; b ut yet
Their trophies light the unforgotten plain 89 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
' The sun that l ook d on Salamis is set ;
B ut who dare say its warriors fou ght in vain ?
s of? Greece , when she cast her i gnoble chain ,
V V l ll call their spirits from the sacred wave,
u u b a And t rn to conq er on the same right m in .
st Hail and farewell ! ye everla in g brave ,
Who there to servile life preferred a splendid g rave !
u u ' Bend from yo r clo ds, shades of the mighty dead
Hear from your waves the m usic of yo ur fame !
’ f d Soon o er the ields and seas, where once ye ble ,
n u May loftier lyres tha mine yo r praise proclaim ,
The lyres of Grecian freemen ! May each name ,
‘ Which Time has given to Glory, o er the bowl
’ u The bowl of peace rel me the patriot s flame ,
’ h e t u Kindle the fires of t rap poet s so l ,
u h ech oin a es ! An d wake the son g whose tones thro g g‘ g roll
33 mmof (eastern.
U S N S E T .
Ere yet above the verge of earth the sun
H is task has en ded and his circuit run;
Ere yet the solemn evenin g deepens o‘er
Skies pure and soft as dreams of days no more ;
S u Condensing all the plen do rs of the past,
t a nd Day gives one glan ce , the lovelies the last
‘ s t s t Seem wi h a lover gaze on ear h to dwell ,
And bid the world it loves a fond farewe ll !
' ' rol l d Still , o er the west in cloudy glory ,
A crimson ocean ebbs in waves of gold ;
Still to th e upland and the hill ’ tis given
To revel in the golden smile of Heaven ;
Still o ‘er the woods a partin g halo thrown
o Bathes them in hues less earthly than their w n,
H ne s o r at w C A S T A L I E .
‘ u s And even in g steals o n nat re s calm repo e ,
Like Death on Beauty brightest in its close !
u u Yet, fair tho gh passing fair the gentle ho r
h as u th e d It pon heart a sa dening power,
m th e A elan choly charm , which fills eve
h s t u th e s Wit tear we feel wi ho t wi h to dry .
The ri ch yet tender ligh t that ro u nd distils
The h a l f~ trans arent u p bl eness of the hills,
’ u That o er the horizon wind with gracef l line ,
r And glo w like ea ly hopes, in vain d ivine
’ The las t Vibrations of the w oodbird s lay
B reathin g the requiem of expiring day
The brook that seems in pensive light to glide,
And c urb th e m usic of its own sweet tide
Th e as as leaf, still lips that breath e no more
‘ ’ (l w t s is The ower, hose date wi h yonder sun o er,
‘ h at S r pa klin g seems in mo ckery yet to bloom ,
And woo the radian ce of a splendid doom ,
l s to Al all unite their pells , as if show
ne o r 96 w s C A S T A L I E .
L S T A R I G H T .
There come no seasons there : our earthly year
m w s Varies from prime to fall , fro flo er to snow ,
And each new month fresh trophies still doth rear
the t s To Change , vic or of all field below ;
B ut ye, oh ye , fair heavens ! for ever glow
u u t In the yo ng glory of yo r na al morn ,
WV h en first th e realms of space were bade to kno w
’ i Their starry k n gs, Creation s earliest born ,
Who should for aye on high yon sapphire thrones adorn .
Thus did ye shine upon the faded past,
u u u Th s will ye shine on far f t rity,
With livin g light, an d beauty born to last
WV h en the least earthly things of earth shall be
- Passed , like the oar foam from the settling sea :
“ ” Eternity is you r sweet ho ur of prime ;
Ye smile at ages ; for your destiny
i Hath bathed you in some sk ey Styx , that time
ub Might blench no golden tress, nor dim on e eye s lime . 9 7 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
o u ! Shine on shine ye radiant Thousand , shine
t Ye hos s of heaven , whose everlastin g march
Is one end uring tri um ph ! Ye divine
am etli stine Memorials, on the y arch
Of Nature graven by God ! Oh ye w h o parch
The hearts of d ust for what they may not know ;
u Temptin g yon az re wilderness to search ,
As if some glad oasis there did gl ow
’ ut . Twas b a bright mirage, and will for aye be so
Famili ar strangers ! Ye who from our youth
o ur Gleam on eyes, to prove how dark and blind
u u o ut u Is h man tho ght, where Fancy ekes Tr th ,
And shadowy dreams usurp the place assi gned
’ To life s realities, from which the mind
Flies to ideal worlds, peopling the stars
WV ith shapes of love and beauty far behind
The truth of their bright mystery, which it mars,
’ Because it may not pass Fate s adamantine bars. W D E S O F C A S T A L I E .
u fi The bl e Paci c of Infinity,
’ G emm d with the s acred islets of the ski es
s l u o Each i le a wor d p n a sapphire sea,
And every world perchance a paradise
There only that sweet vis ion of th e wi s e
And tuneful of past times is not a d i eam ;
t s u s There only do ho e Blissf l I les arise,
‘ mu u th e u Whose fame yet rm rs on M se s stream ,
’ B ut whose pro ud shades did ne er o n mortal waters
Z ’ Say, ye who shone on oroaster s eye,
And lit the midnight: towers of golde n Tyre ;
‘ u t Vho smiled more p rely, from a sof er sky,
’ ’ O n u Helen s grave and Homer s wakef l lyre ,
w al l u not Have ye kno n , and m st man aspire
u n e To a ght beyo d him ? Shall no arthly ear,
r h u Drink, at dim midnight, f om your s inin g q ire
Empyreal music ? Can we not draw near
And read the sta rry tale of y ou mysterio us sphere ?
100 D B W S o r C A S T A L I E .
s t S weet, pas ing swee , to fill those far abodes
’ ‘Vith scenes more bright than this dim world e er knew ;
WV ith beings no bier than poetic gods
V Vith winds wh ose breath is bliss with streams whos e h ue
as u u u Pales the clear diamond , they m rm r thro gh
Evergreen wood s to seek a deep more fan'
‘ f t Vith sacred lowers, that shed immor al dew
u u d Ro n d the p re feet of them who wan er there ,
s m u ' On tarrier skies to se , in happier fates to share
ut d B sweeter far to ream that in some world ,
’ u Some distant world , that gems the bl e ni ght s dome ,
’ ’ S i t furl d The p rit s win gs, on ear h in darkness ,
. May woo the soft winds of a lovelier home !
u u m u - As Bea ty spr n g fro the p re ocean foam ,
May not Truth float on the rich depths of son g > !
u > B t w here , oh where , would fon d conj ecture roam
O ur cl ueless phantasies may stray too lon g
i and The labyrinth ne bowers of Night Heaven amon g . T D E W S O F C A S A L I E .
P L M Y R A A .
The past the past the hoary past
It rises in its youth again !
’ ’ s O er Syria s de ert, void and vast,
I see the Lord of Israel rei gn !
From the green lan d of palms arou nd
The roofs of ancient Tadmor rise ;
And Syria‘s breezes waft the sound
Of Zion’ s holy melodies !
Behold the bearded Hebrew bend
’ To w rd the far land Jehovah gave ,
‘ ‘V h i l e strains from Israel s harps ascend
First heard by Siloa’ s distant wave !
See the pale maids of Judah dan cin g
m In an y a lone an d palmy bower,
u s fi e Their glorio s eye with dark r glancin g,
‘ Beneath their own rich sunset s hour !
’ It fades it fades the dream is o er,
’ no I see grey Tadmor s roofs more . 100 ne w s o r C A S T A L I E .
w s S eet, pas in g sweet, to fill those far abodes
WV i h ‘ t scenes more bright than this dim world e cr knew ;
WV ith beings nobl c r than poetic gods
With winds wh os e breath is bli ss with streams whose h ue
s d as u u u Pale the clear iamond , they m rm r thro gh
Evergreen woods to seek a deep more fair
fl o w ers With sacred , that shed immortal dew
u u d Ro nd the p re feet of them who wan er there ,
us ! On starrier skies to m e , in happier fates to share
ut to d B sweeter far ream that in some world ,
' u Some distant world , that gems the bl e night s dome ,
’ ’ S furl d The pirit s wings, on earth in darkness ,
May woo the soft win dsof a lovelier home !
u u m u - As Bea ty spr n g fro the p re ocean foam ,
May not Truth float on the rich depths of son g >
u n t > B t w here , oh where, would fon d co j ec ure roam
O ur cl ueless phantasies may stray too lon g
and The labyrinthine bowers of Night Heaven amon g .
102 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
i a ! Aga n gain in other y ears,
’ On Tadmor s site behold ari s e
The youn g Palmyra ; bright she rears
Her m arble crown in eastern skies !
dim s Lon g had she slept i n repo e ,
’ S c o rnd or forgot by empires rou nd ;
‘ vV h en ne w - like a born star, she rose ,
' Brightenin g the w aste s remotest bo und :
' Commerce had b reath d its q uic kemng breath
’ ’ O er th ose lone lands on Syria s plain ;
She rose fro m darkness an d from death
! Alas, magnificent in vain
Soon th e far sons of every land
! d ix in her m arts, a varie thron g !
‘ w o ersw ee s s t d As wave on ave p the ran ,
They cro wd her splen did streets along
e ai r To breath for gol d her distant ,
n India an d Greek forsook their home ;
An d Mithra’ s votary greeted there
The servant of the gods of Rome . ne s o r T 103 w C A S A L I E .
Now thro ugh th e b uzzin g mart drags on
’ Its c u inb rous len gth some b urth en d wain ;
c h afi n No w from his g barb , anon ,
An Arab marks th e stra nger train :
The beautiful and haughty steed
u h is neck w d C rves fine , and champs the in ,
And s hows even th us wi th what free s peed
! He fl un g th e W il derne s s beh ind
‘ s l en th en d Next wind the g carav an ,
L re t i o us s t aden with every p ore ,
u r u t By Nat e given , or wro gh by Man ,
’ m fav o ur d s On any a far an d hore .
' Rich Indian spi ces there are mu d
' V r i th treas ures of the eastern bee ;
And costl y vases breathe bet w ixt
G ums fro m the incens e - bleedi ng t ree
w t s S eet da e from many a grove of palm ,
’ G r sunn d t t apes on many a dis an vine ,
w t Are blent with amber and i h balm ,
\ u u t and erfu ’ d Vith n wro gh gold , p m wine 104 ne w s O F T C A S A L I E .
There too , the won ders of the loom ,
That weaves the purple wealth of Tyr
’ Are piled o er caskets which inh ume ,
‘ c r stal l d Rare gems, like drops of y fire .
Movin g in lon g and docile line ,
L h ue ike their own kindred sands in ,
’ to w r ds c The camels, their wel ome shrine ,
u u u u u File the vol pt o s sub rbs thro gh .
Fair was the scene that met aro u nd
' The weary traveller s brightening eye ;
D ear to his fainting heart the soun d
Of livin g waters warblin g nigh
’ h u ne er can m sic breathe so sweet ,
u No not the m sic of the sphere ,
t As those cool tones, when first they gree
The desert pilgrim ‘s fevered ear !
heard Nor alone those fountains well ,
Oft gleamin g through festoonin g shades,
r Clear as they left thei rocky cell ,
es They gushed, or fell in bright cascad ,
106 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Magnificent the parting s un
u fans Ill mes the pile , the , the tower,
Or rests in loving light Upo n
e The gr en crest of the glowing bower,
High o n whose s till and summer b ougli s
’ The Orient s b urnin g nightingale
m h is V s Hy ns to crimson love his ow ,
And s d us s b id her o oro sigh exhale .
‘ ’ vV ith so ftend s ou n d the waters fall ;
On the calm su nny air th e cries
Of toil and trade have died , and all
’ h ush d u Is into a q iet voice,
A h um still , wide , that breathes of peace ,
u And well beseems the gentle ho r,
’ u s When for a while life s l abo r cease ,
An d Evenin g brings her golden dower ,
u ! Calm , happy ho r an d when more bright
t m w Did thy sof presence glea belo ,
fi t Than when , all glori ed wi h light ,
Palmyra’ s piles gave back thy glow > 107 ne w s o r C A S T A L I E . — They fade the last rich gleams of day
Fade in the red d us k o f the clinic ;
And s oon th e stately streets are gay
' s and u With light , m sic s festal chime
W t The bowl is twined ith fragran flowers,
u l The banq et spread in many a ha l ,
’ And joyo us fleet th e rose - c ro w nd ho urs
‘ t O er many a brillian festival .
Yet some there were who stole fro m thes e
s s b ut To cenes le s bright, far more dear,
ts l Their hear of lone iness to e ase ,
In solitu de of sweet s hades near ;
V o o ed th e u V by ho r which lovers love ,
ut s u u When bea y look most bea tif l ,
And when the soft light from above
Has power all dreams but one to l ull ;
th e cl All save that one , earest far
m a t Of all n dreams benea h the sky,
his s Brightening life , as some weet star
L t u m urni u ri n igh s p the cold wave g by. 108 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
e Palmyra th n had shades as fair,
' his er d As ever heard the w p tale ,
staiu l it Where no s ound broke the air,
Save m usic of the nightin gale .
All silent now ! The starry wings
Of Midnight wrap th e lonely plain ;
The murmurs of th e sleepless sprin gs
Alone dis t urb her solem n reign .
u u Oh full of gorgeo s gloom that ho r,
‘ ! r r th e W t e e e it falls , ide world round
It gives to every s cene a power
To stir th e soul with thou ghts profou n d ;
u t s s With tho ghts hat, like idereal strain ,
u Are all nheard the bri ght day lon g,
But - when Night breaks their fountain chains,
Gush forth at once in mystic son g !
’ Yet ne er on scene more grand, more fair,
’ Look d u Midnight from her p rple throne ,
h T an that, which slept beneath her there,
l l O D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
By sto nes that lon g surviv e al l clay
There yet the proud tombs stand in scorn
Of the forgotten desert- born !
A STROLL IN MARCH .
Tis rather early yet to talk of Sprin g
B ut u every thing aro nd m e looks so vernal ,
’ u That I perforce must sport a c ckoo s win g,
(Not without View to the Colonial Journ al
Yet, since even May is not no w quite the thin g
‘ s Which in earth golden prime was n amed Etern al ,
I own tis somewhat antedating time ,
u in th e To b ild stormy March h al cyon rhyme .
Yet Us a tr ue Spr ing day ; and if exc use
d ue t Were for singin g when an d wha we please ,
u u I think I co ld a decent o ne prod ce ,
In spite of hedge - ro ws bare an d leafless trees
use Besides all rhymers claim prescriptive , ne w s o r 11 C A S T A L I E . 1
Present and futur e to confound at ease ;
Of old one n ame involved both Bard and PrO pli et
’ w m u ff it T as a war cloak , I wonder who co ld do .
’ B ut to my theme : Sprin g s own delicio us essen ce
t Floa s on the golden air, an d breathes along
' ‘ t s The hear , which thrills (be it a bard s or pea ant s)
b t u b ut Till life is liss, and ho ght is all song ;
u The very verd re deepens its presen ce,
’ u s n An d Nat re hoary bro w agai looks young,
u u While Heaven appears like a bl e sea nrolled ,
“ u - u To cleanse the vapo rs of this sin worn mo ld .
s W l sl l ed So oft the breeze , as if it to prove
c an th e How March whisper in breath of May ,
z e li r fi Albeit the p y nd no rose to love ,
\
Nor sweets to ride fro m the white - thorn spray
u d - Tho gh no fon love song wake the shadeless grove ,
‘ s t k firm am ental l ay Down hrills the bli he lar s ,
' From the red furrow sounds the rook s far call , 112 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
' e - And tinkl s clear the hedge rill s diamond fall .
m th e I love that sound of waters, fro lone
u urn And gentle murm r of the woodland ,
’ u To the proud ocean s gran d melodio s moan ,
The dirge of ages n ever to return
‘ m u Fro the sweet river s calm vol ptuous tone ,
e To the foam chafing in the granit churn ,
”Where from its high stand leaps the fall below
u In many a column bright of liq id snow.
u e m S ch things were sw et fro childhood : I have pondered ,
u u th e Whole s nny ho rs beside amber brook ,
’ Chan gin g to gems the sands o er which it wandered ;
And , though from earli est years I loved a book ,
r Yet better far, where one dear stream meande ed ,
I loved to seek some lone and leafy nook ,
m Drea in g indefinite thin gs, until beat high
e n e s My y outhful h art with stra g mysteriou joy .
114 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
u Sho ld any wit presume to call them so ,
L Hun ' et him take choice of Vandal , Goth or
o n us l aurel w If Parnass one poor gro ,
Or if there be one drop in Helicon ,
I am determined b ut as yet no matter
m “ I think we started fro the sound of water .
u u That so nd is eloq ent, wherever heard ,
And rather apt to make me talkative
’ in ink sti rr d I mean , for I am seldom
A v i va r ace u tterance to give
u s To tho ght , as dear as starli ght to the bird
That seems for ni ght and sol i tude to l l V E '
B ut u ! no w adie , digression and apology
’ u u a I turn to st dy Nat re s gr n d Phrenology .
u Il ow splendid sleeps on Cawsan d lone and pro d ,
u The s nny snow ! save where it lighter fell ,
th e s un Or where has thawe d the mountain shroud,
Or w ind or rai n dissolved the Sl l V el ' spel l 115 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
’ th e li i l l s There only is dark face allowed ,
By glimpses of its own rich hu es to t ell
’ J ust as a Spanish Do nna s veil discovers
Only one eye to make an d madden lovers .
D ear to my heart that mountain stern and
’ Beneath its s hade a mother s early years
a t d P ssed from her bir h an d there , while yet a chil ,
’
' ’ She gave her father s grave an orphan s tears .
r t t u Oh b ea hes here one , who never was beg iled
To love like me for so methi n g that endears
a the ut u s u m More th n bea if l , or the bli e
The s w eet localities of olden time >
th e s un t u F o ss b ury More near li gh s p green ,
Where banners waved of old and warriors fell ;
w i ts firs D ark to ers coronal of on high ,
T “ l u hi e bl e beyon d the distant moorlands swell ,
ti u And brown beneath , n ged with faint verd re , lie
“ ’ - The young corn slopes that fen ce Our Lady s Well , 11 6 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
w S eet Spring ! on ce sacred to the Virgin Mary,
t an And wor hy y virgin , nymph or fairy !
An d now I turn me from the distant s cene
im os m is t u To note things less p g, it r e
The pale smoke fadin g in the sky serene
From the lo w cottage almost lost to View ;
’ u - el fin The plo gh boy, chan gin g Nature s green ,
’ e - As twer by magic , to a red brown hue ,
Thinkin g I dare say (unpoetic sinner)
u d nn Of no ght in heaven or earth except his i er .
There seems up from the sunn y earth to pass
u u u A trem lo s film of fine transparent ga ze,
Bright as the beads that crown the champagne glass,
An d cl ear as fro s t that on the snow- drop thaws ;
of as Floating in waves elemental g ,
A l ucid veil of crystal air it draws
Over the face of Earth like th e pure glory
’ un in Ro d some grey martyr s brow pictured story .
118 D E W S O F ( ‘A S T A L I PL
One lonely violet o ‘er the streamlet’ s brink
L eans, the blue prophet of yet fairer hours,
When a new world of bloom an d balm shall drink
us The dews of Sprin g , and in her tho and bowers ,
The so ul o f Love shall wake the breath of Son g
‘ w I t Vith hich close , as mine is somewha long .
A SEA- SIDE REV ERIE .
H t ow light and lovely is hat partin g hour,
' VV h en s w atli ed utu sun , in lambent gold , the a m nal
n s V V est h i s and Ce tre Upon the pomp power ,
And tells i n glo ry that his work is done !
H ow deep th e joy i n s u ch an ho ur to sh un
th e All that expandin g spirit might control ,
’ u her th e o w n An d f ll of , heart s loveliest one ,
w u s Where the ide waves their glorio s ve pers roll ,
u s ss To m se the voiceles thought, and gaze the impa ioned soul !
The shoreward deep l ike molten emerald glows ; 119 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
The distant b urns with qu iverin g rubies gay ;
‘ ’ its th e c rim so n d As , o er bower of green , rose
air th e d ay : Shoots into , an d trembling drinks
Each keel that gaily plo u ghs th e crashin g spray
Furrows its cou rse in foam and ligh t behind ;
- Around th e bark careerin g sea fowl play,
‘ Wi th sidelon g win gs to woo th e breeze i ncl i n d ;
' - s W d While the hoarse ship boy s s ong float mellow in g on the i n .
u d ts s Pregnant w ith light some sprinkled clo l e well ,
‘ ur s s il l umi i ed \ s t In b ning i let , o er the Ve ,
’ Lo n ta th n s u s r g to re in lingeri g n fa ewell ,
s m r s d Like th e la t smil e of Love o n Grief i p e se .
Day b ut u as i t s n s to t sinks , tri mphs i k , res ,
L u n u th e ike Virt e lighte in g thro gh grave to Heaven .
Y e t rt W t st even on Ea h , hat more than ear hly ze
’ S su n- n To the rapt pirit s ward glan ce is give ,
While th us it springs to drink the gl assy gold of even '
A world of light an d music ! Many a breeze 120 O F D E W S C A S T A L I E .
Pants on the wave , and trembles to the shore ,
- dim h n Whispering its love tales to the p g seas,
‘ And fleeting, soon as its light vows are o er .
, u Oli these are ho rs, when the free soul may soar,
u to a I n dreamf l blessedness, climes bove,
May join the beings it had loved of yore
u In starry spheres of clo dless l ight an d love ,
Where through the bowers of bli s s th e immortal fountains rove !
* M onn ! w u w Lo , the proud t hose form, in gracef l s eep,
u Dyed with the last h es of the year an d day ,
‘ u - C rves , like a forest rainbow, o er the deep ,
s u e ? Which heaves, all foamle s, ro nd its shelt rin g bay
u Pilgrims of Bea ty ! ye who , far away,
Roam w here poetic deserts sadly smile !
Gaze here and own Can distant cli mes display
A scen e more rich than yonder gorgeous pile ?
Oli ou unrivall ’ , ere y leave her, search your own d Isl e !
For who , with human heart, could ever roam
122 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Some more majestic and unearthly tone ?
’ A stran ge deep sound , Day s momentary dirge ,
’ At whose lone voice the w aters h ush d their own ?
’ It s eem d the sighing and sepulchral moan
Of Syren , wailin g in her sparry cell ,
’ ’ O er powers and charms no lon ger fear d or known ;
m erm aid ~ v oic e And wild an d sad that did swell ,
’ As u th e s u , o er the d sky heath , di tant f neral bell .
’ ’ ’ Tis h ush d ; an d o er the darkenin g waste once more
’ I - hear the waves, and sea birds desolate cry
t The nearer wa ers melt into the shore ,
While their far verge is blended with the sky
The star which lovers worship gleams on high ,
And , traced in glittering fragments on the main ,
Binds Heaven and Ocean in a golden tie
Type of that bright and more than mortal chain ,
’ n L s Which links you g hearts, where Love and ove s weet
! witcheries reign . meme of a mateur.
BOO! IV Dl DACTIC Sc DEVOTIONAL .
126 o r T D E W S C A S A L I E .
The flowers of this world were rou nd
B ut in more than earthly bloom ;
’ ’ ’ The bird s lay m ix d with the river s so und
’ B ut w av d u it a brighter pl me ,
t And san g with a voice more melting here ,
b ut t t Than ever was heard in hat swee air .
It was seldom peace came o ’ er
A breast to the war- fiel d given ;
’ He loved to muse o n the battle s roar
And the steed o ’ er the dyin g driven
Yet the lone and lovely scene
Fl un g over his heart its calm ;
is b s H eye was mild and his row erene ,
As if s ome mysterio us balm
S s s o n] H ad been prinkled over his tormy ,
- An d bidden its war w aves cease to roll .
t t d A momen here he stoo ,
’ No more Ambition s slave , D o r 127 E W S C A S T A L I E .
u o f d Entran ced by the so nd the warblin g floo ,
th e it s And light of shining wave .
At length to h is wonderin g train
The voice of the King was heard ,
B ut its e s so chan ged in ton , that they wi hed agai n
To dwell on each silver word
W e will trace this mystic stream to
” . it If be indeed a river of Earth .
its Against course they strayed ,
u Thro gh meads of the softest bloom ,
’ l While the breeze , o er the fairy stream p ayed,
w u Dre from it a strange perf me .
w t S ans, whiter han ever were seen
’ th e unfurl d Their wings on wave ,
i Or san g, from the r bowers in the islets green ,
Son gs meet for a fairer world ;
u n us The lot s in unk o wn l tre blew,
’ An d the rose seemed starr d with elysia n 8 12 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
The scene, at each step they took,
Still became more wondrous fair ;
Oh, at that bright stream a single look
Were enough to heal despair !
th e At len gth, they saw where river dived
Underneath a l ustrous wall
’ e arriv d Of gems, an d the Kin g at a gat
Wrought of burning diamond all :
b Trees within , unnamed in mortal owers,
’ Dr0 0 d p under the weight of their splendid fl owers .
The eager Kin g struck lon g
At the radiant gate in vain ;
But at length within a voice of song
Replied to his call again :
‘ Wh o has traced the sacred springs ?
Who knocks at the blissful gates ?
n ’ Alexa der, King of the wide world s Kings,
“ Too long for an entran ce waits.
“ > Too lon g, proud spoiler return thee home ,
130 o r D E W S C A S T A L I E .
Before him a Veiled Gift threw :
“ L ” “ et this, said the Seraph , a token be ,
” u s s - Tho hast tood so near the Paradi e tree .
he C h is T onqueror reached camp ,
Of th e strange adventure full ;
But how did the gift his warm ho pes damp
' Twas the fragment of a skull !
this m > W as but this Is y prize it for ,
That I stood by the Rai nbow Wall
ss That I heard , Up on the winds of bli ,
’ The musical life - stream s fall >
e What this may mean it wer vain to try,
” Unless the Giver himself were nigh .
u d h e k J st as the wor s spo e ,
’ An Old M an enter d there :
e His stren gth by the weight of years was brok ,
And in silver flowe d his hair .
‘
i . u Yet his brow, t o gh pale , was high ; O F 13 1 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
u His form , tho gh frail , was grand ;
u s i n And the l ight of yo th yet fla hed his eye ,
Tho ugh the staff w as i n his hand
h u th e th e u He passed t ro gh midst of co rtly ring,
A d d in calm sweet tones addressed the King
“ L th e l t ord King , Immorta s Gif
Has that whi ch passes show ;
u t u to t Tho gh ligh eno gh for a babe lif ,
It w outweighs all the wealth belo .
L u t et the balan ce strai ght be bro gh ,
And the gol d of th y rich stores laid
it al l W u t Against ill be as no gh ,
\ t t d " Vi h that ligh fragment weighe .
’ u u in u rol l d The treas re was bro ght, an d heaps p ,
’ ‘ B ut th e bone w ei gh d down the Conqueror s gold !
“ t I see hee , Prince , amazed
At the marvel I have shown ;
’ rai s d But know, the more the pile is 132 DE W S O F C A S T A L I E .
ft The more will the Gi sink down .
Wouldst thou ask me h o w or why >
I have come to answer all
e the cell o a human e e That bon is f y ,
c a And it on e cont ined a ball ,
u u Whose thirst of gain no ght ever co ld slake ,
Though the Sea had been changed to a Golden Lake .
" “ the Can there nought, said musing Kin g,
" “ To sink the rich scale be found P
’ Th e Old Man stepp d from th e tent to brin g
A turf from the broken ground
He cru mbl ed the earth on the bo ne
Down sunk the golden scale
“ Behold, proud monarch , the moral shown
Of thine and of every tale !
’ Wh en the dust o the rave shall sea i o er f g l t ,
” he nsatiate e e can desir e no more T i y .
" My guards ! Alexander cri ed
ne s o r 134. w C A S T A L I E .
T THOUGHTS ON HE INFLUENCES OF RELIGION .
u u u How p rely, alon g this bea tif l stream ,
I have seen the rays of the eve - star play,
’ l ov d As if there they had in peace to gleam ,
\V h ere they found a mirror as fair as they !
ou How sweetly, within y lonel y grove ,
I have heard the hymn of the wood - bird ring
L th e n ike so g of a bird from a bower above ,
Only lit upon earth to rest her win g !
th e u How ri chly now , as s nbeams sink ,
The golden waters in music roll
Oh the lingerer there might almost think
That the wave superb had itself a soul !
P ure shone that star
B ut how p urer far
Etern al hope and her glories
Time ripples away, o 135 ne w s r C A S T A L I E .
B ut its t s waves , as hey tray,
‘ Are gemm d with th e light of elysian
S w eet the greenwood strain
B ut it m elts in vain
’ the reft one s ear in th e trance of pain
n The so g is of heaven ,
To which it is given
bind the heart that the world has riven .
Rich the evening wave
That the su nbeams pave
B ut no w aters of Earth m ay the stained heart
th e d s b u On Wor right gro nd ,
Can alone be found
t u The rivers that warble redemp ion ro nd .
t Go thi her, an d there
Sin , fear, and care ,
\Vill leave the spirit, serene and fair ; 136 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
And the foot, that has trod
h al l ow iii That g sod ,
Will press for ever the flowers of God !
L L MORA INES .
Floating down the current of time to the tomb ,
u We hallow too m ch the flowers on its side ,
As the Indian does the frail fair bloom
Of the lotus that drinks of his sacred tide .
u But thus sho ld we part with the pearl of heaven ,
To treasure o n earth its rifled shell
u u Or is a ght so precio s by this life given ,
That we bid to the other a glad farew el l P
Oh think , amid all thy flowers , how soon ,
Son of Earth , the adder may cross thy way
Ho w u n q ickly, amid the blaze of noo ,
The cloud of th e grav e may eclipse thy day !
138 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
’ O er the last of vanquished days,
’ “ Rearing, on the west s blue shore,
To his God one trophy more :
he r e Golden banners are twining ,
’ Ther e ud a roll d rich clo s, like rms, are
u Fiery arms that b rn in shining,
Shield of light and sword of gold .
Pause and view y o u pile sublime
On the field of conquered time !
u W Pa se and look , ith no vain gaze,
Where goes down the las t of days
Read the moral writ in fire
’ On the day s proud funeral pyre .
Life is like the vanished sun;
run Swift as that its race is .
’ u veil d Like the clo ds, which the azure
’ ass d Of the day for ever p ,
Tears an d trials dim the pleasure
’
u . Of man s ho rs, until the last 139 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Trace and learn the lore sublime
On the scroll of parted time !
Enter, like the lord of day,
b ut On thy brief, lofty way .
u u Scorn , like him , each d sky clo d ,
“l eaving rou nd a transient shroud
s Pa s, like him , serene and high ,
On the march that wins the sky :
So shall every cloud su rrender
its u All gloom at evenin g ho r,
V er iii u g g, in one pomp of splen do r,
’ Ro und th e light that spurn d its power !
s th e u List, oh li t, voice s blime
From th e grave of buried time !
SORROVV S AN D L CONSO ATIONS .
f v What is there in li e , when the isions of hope ,
L ike ice in the sun , are faded , ne s o r 140 w C A S T A L I E .
th e fi An d heart, un t with the world to cope,
Is oft by the world degraded >
Child of the dust ! the heartfelt tear
May cleans e that sinful shrine ;
And over the drOps o f holy Fear
The rainbow of Hope may shine .
‘ d oom d What have we in life , when to mourn
u That Yo th was ever believin g,
’ When over the livin g, as o er the cold urn ,
We grieve that Earth is deceivin g ?
’ th e t One Child of ear h ! there s above ,
7 ’ “ 110 heals the mo urner s grief:
s rta Forget the orrows of mo l love,
” s H And eek at is han d relief.
Th e sprin g that waters the desert of Life
Flows bitter with Death and Sorrow ;
- 142. W o r D E S C A S T A L I E .
“ na Nay, y , the radiant Stran ger cried,
“ ” u If this be a Heaven , Oh it is not o rs !
’ w s i h d So , regaining his reath , he flew on , and g
For his own glad land of immortal flowers .
u al l u t Next he fo nd , in a clime s nny wi h fame ,
A Bard who could darken the heart too well ;
‘ The bright Visitant as k d h im his worl d to name
“ In a moment of gloom he replied , a Hell
“ u Oh no , tho ght the Seraph, though newl y come
NV el l I n is know that either of these here .
‘ resum d So again he his shining crown ,
l Too bri ght for the eyes of a twi ight sphere .
L u ast he lit before one , whose eyes, tho gh dim ,
’ ‘ WV ere fix d on the tale of Redemption s birth ;
him Asking what the planet was called of ,
“ him its n e The old man told am was Earth . o r 1 3 D E W S C A S T A L I E . 4
“ " “ Happy they, said the Seraph , who dream it no Heaven ;
“ “ “ Happy they, said the Seraph, who make it no Hell ;
“ ‘ For tis written above, that to them will be given
” l use E ar th l 1 Who sha l it as , with their Go d to dwe l
M RY E HYMN OF A MAGDALEN .
u Glorio s Father ! lo , before Thee
Bends an errin g child of clay ;
u H mbly there she dares implore Thee ,
That her feet no more may stray :
t L Hear in pi y, ord of Nature !
Since o ur fr ailty Thou dost know ;
u Lead , oh lead, Thy pardoned creat re ,
’ d u Where re emption s fo ntains flow.
’ u O er my so l an d all her errors,
i Pity ng stretch Thy golden rod ,
Shew Thy power without its terrors
Call the suppliant to her God : o r S D E W S C A T A L I E .
Bid the tardy gleaner gather
In the livin g field of heaven ;
Let the prodigal a Father
Find in Thee the past forgiven!
Never more shall sin ’ s dominion
Then enthral this ransomed breast ;
n e Heave ly hope shall spr ad her pinion ,
Earthly passion sink to rest
Never more in pleasures idl e
’ Shall my spirit s lamp decay ;
’ But to Christ s eternal bridal
Light my steps and cheer my way !
THE FALL or THE LEAF
t Not a flower is lef for the vagrant bee,
- The evening winds have a dirge like sigh ,
And the changed leaves han g o n the mo urnful
e i s Like fals fr end waitin g the time to fly.
146 o r D E W S C A S T A L I E .
s s and Tis a cen e as the tars mountains old ,
’ And yet as the Spring s first ro s es new '
’ th e t Tis a tale from da e of Eden told ,
t u sa d u Yet s ill , tho gh , it is dear an d tr e .
' o ur l ook d We look , as fathers of yore,
f On the fadi n g wood and the falling lea ;
” We read the book they have read before ,
’ “ And our hearts run o er with the joy of
h A lig t comes back from the m ystic Past,
u Which shines on the so l with a beam of power,
And thaws the ice that the world had cast
‘ u O er the fountain of tho ght in a colder hour .
We hear a voice which whispers that we
The fate of all that we mourn m ust feel ;
u That scared the verd re of Hope must be,
’ And the Autumn of Age o er the worn heart O F 147 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
s al l And Oh , that sadde t an d worst of ,
The darkest sand in the time - glass shed
' Every leaf an d flower of Life s tree must fall ,
Their green bloom withered , their sweet breath
e u Alas, that Pl asure sho ld only give
u Her elixir p re in an icy bowl ,
t u s Which mel s at our to ch , as we vainly trive
To cool the thirst of the fevered soul !
w Alas , that the things most dear belo ,
Like the Autumn leaves should fade and fall
- That the bleak death wind should over them blow,
And waft them each to the rest of all !
To the r est o all B ut f where , Oh where ,
Is the goal of all that breathe an d die >
u ai r Waves not the spirit, in p rer ,
The w in gs she sml ed in this cloudy sky > 148 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Is no l e utu s there bright and , wh re no A mn sear
The verdure of Hope and the bloom of Love ?
u u Where ns llied by sin , undewed by tears,
Life ’ s roses sparkle in bowers a bove >
' There M AY BE r th e o of , esponds v ice Earth ;
“ There o f IS, deep warble the harps Heave n ,
The grave may give a 3/0 n angel birth
And ourr adin wor ld is a world or iven y f g f g .
TH E - B E E H I V E .
f r Ye musical hounds of the ai y kin g,
Who hu nt for the golden dew ;
n Who track for your game the green coverts of Spri g,
Till th e echoes that lurk in the fl ow er- bells rin g
With th e peal of your el fin crew !
a How joyous your life , if its ple sures ye knew,
Sin ging ever from bloom to bl oom !
1 50 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
sk Climbs, in music climbs the y ;
t n n r Hark , wi h so gs the woodla ds ing
And the air is melody !
Mornin g wakes, with touch of fi re,
l ’ This bright wor d s Memnonian lyre .
All is in cense , all is praise,
and Earth is peace , Heaven is love,
’ While Creation s h undred lays
Float in one rich hymn above ;
’ Nature s high cathedral rings,
While her choir the anthem sings :
“ Light and Life and Lord of all ,
Thine is each resplendent world ,
s sun- l i t From thi green an d ball ,
’ To the stars thro ugh ether h u rl d !
us u Hear , Tho on whom we call ,
Light and Life and Lord of all ! o r T 151 D E W S C A S A L I E .
Kingdom , glory, power are thine ,
God of all i n Earth or Heaven !
t w s u Flowers tha glo , and ns that shine ,
u d u n! Tho idst form , and Tho hast give
us . w h en Hear and bless we call ,
Light an d Life and Lord of all !
‘ u u r ais d S ch the hymn by Nat re ,
Oh can man he m ute th e while ?
‘ s u n rais d Can the Maker pa s p ,
WV h en su ch works aro u nd him smile ?
t Child of Heaven ! go for h and bow,
t u With its ligh pon thy brow .
Pray that thus the morn of bliss
Break at length on thine and thee ;
Pray that through a life this
God vo u chsafe thy light to be
e S ek his grace, an d own his po wer,
In that pure and golden hour . 152 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
TH E L I L Y.
’ O pause, and hail the Lily s God ,
The Guardian of the flower ;
’ w arm d n His sunshine its ative sod,
’ e distill d t His lov the gen le shower,
u m An d bade it grace its s mer bower .
Ere t e ear h had born the beauteous child ,
o He w ve its light in gloom ,
’ screen d th e W He it from whirlwind ild ,
w u Of sno an d silver wro ght its bloom ,
fill ’ d And its chalice with perfume .
u Pa se , then , and think Shall He , the Power
u Who smiled pon its birth ,
O h shal l the Gu ardian of the flower
’ O erl ook , as thin gs of meaner worth ,
w eartli > The ays, the wants of life on
No ! never can our God forget
154. D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
d d - The gol en clou s of to day,
sun - w Ere the shall arise to morro ,
\Vill be passed like a dream away ;
And t the hopes which from ime we borrow,
' u Are wro ght of a frail world s clay .
Ah , vainly the heart reposes
‘ On the vi sions of life s yo un g morn !
s Many hearts, ere its evenin g clo es,
Will be left to bleed forlorn
The tear is the dew of its roses,
th e And rose is the bride of the thorn .
u B t grief is the fire of trial ,
The gold of the so ul to prove ;
And over this frail life ’ s d ial
Many shadows of pain must move ,
Ere the heart be a crystal vial
e b For the waters of lif a ove . ne s o r T ! w C A S A L I E . 15U.
th e us Alas, for chains that bind
For th e s o uls that are earthly s till !
A las that the days behind us
Sho uld the thoughts of immortals fill
That the tears of this world sho uld blind
! To the light of the paradise - rill
- T H E D E W D R O P .
Sparkler ! they say that with thy draught
’ ‘ Titania s acorn - bowl is fill d
" - uafl d The pearl wine , by the fairies q ,
‘ distill d Instead of grapes from gems .
W hat art thou like > A wanderin g drop
u Fl ng from some heavenly waterfall ,
’ Which p ass d its bo unds and did not stop
' reac h d our Until it earthly ball .
What art thou like ? A precio us tear o r 156 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
‘ ’ ro d D pp from some pityin g seraph s eye ,
‘ s Who wept, while hoverin g o er our phere ,
e t The sins he saw b nea h the sky.
The Moralist and Bard agree
That mortal glory, gain , an d power,
Too well , alas ! resemble thee,
The dreamy brilliants of an hour.
u Yet still , while Tr th in vain condemns
u u The fon d p rs it of thin gs so frail ,
h We c ase the false and phantom gems,
u That, ere we call them o rs, exhale.
u S ch are the gems of this world, given
A moment on its flo wers to shine ;
And he , who seeks for those of Heaven ,
u u M st q it the surface for the mine.
Bright monitor ! how rich the lore ,
158 O F T D E W S C A S A L I E .
u No dewy braid can S mmer twine ,
u u No virgin rill can S mmer po r,
u To fill with life the s ltry vine ,
n On green meads write a greener li e ,
Or bathe in woods the hermit flower
u B t tells of Thy beni gnant power .
Oh , if in this inferior sphere,
So vast Thy might, so rich Thy love ,
t If in his world of sin and fear,
So deep , so bright Thy ways appear,
V V h at may we hope from spheres above ,
Where Thine own blest Immortals rove '
There , where those g lories will be seen ,
n u u b U named , n glim psed , ndreamed elow
A heaven immortally serene ,
An earth of everl astin g green ,
i u R ch woods , whose glooms a l stre throw
’ That pales the emerald s vearthl y glow ; 1 9 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E . 5
un Streams, brighter than the s set sea
s Who e waves are all transparent gold ,
L u f ike liq id rainbows wandering ree,
Warblin g elysian melody,
' roll d Or in cascades of glory ,
’ Iris d W u u d ith h es, ndreame , untold ;
e Flowers of un dyin g bloom , that breath
ur th e Odo s of life Upon air,
’ Each meet for a Celestial s wreath,
o ur s More bright than pale tars beneath,
t s Yieldin g no horn , no poi on there,
‘ Nor made th e sl umberin g adder s l air !
All et t these , an d Oh , y more han these ,
o f o s The dwellers of that world j y ,
T “ h o h th e t roam beneat s arry trees,
th e Inhale amaranthine breeze ,
e D rink th e life - streams of paradis
And weave the fl owers of Seraph - skies ; o r 160 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
u ! a How m st they tower, great God bove
r ! The sons of ea th , of grief, and time
and Children of glory of love ,
What sacred bliss m ust melt and move
u Ethereal hearts in that p re clime,
! Estran ged from fear, and pain , and crime
0 ! Yet even on Earth , God we see
Enough to teach our hearts to soar
u To shadow forth f turity,
our h O e To fix fear and p on Thee ,
An d daily wean o ur spirits more
- From the frail dust gods they adore .
th e i Earth is type of Heaven , and T me
The echo of Eternity ;
An d Man m ay learn to rise sublime
S From this dim phere , to that bright clime ,
see Which thought can dream , nor eye can ,
B ut o art w . where Th u , and Thine ill be
meme of (naetal ir.
' M O F To THE M E ORY LORD BYRON .
’ Tis ss — f r u w as pa ed o all p o d Byron , his grave,
u a His b st, his name , his lyre , alon e rem in ;
’ His lip has q uafl d the dim forgetful wave
And Earth and Heaven h ave claimed their gifts
No more the child of feeling , fame , and son g,
’ ‘V l l l u s l u weep , o er r ined hope , me odio s tears ,
u Or po r , the deep waves o f the soul alon g,
s u t The de olate m sic of lamen ed years .
th e th e Passed is dream of all beneath sk y,
‘ And l app d his heart i n strange oblivion now
u th e u l i t th e u ! enched is so l which glorio s eye,
u And low in d st the pale imperial bro w . 164, D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Oh blame the mighty dead in vain no more !
’ Z aara s fire Grief, early grief, like wind of ,
Had scathed the verdure of his heart , before
It breathed immortal madness on his lyre .
him t Ye who woul d bran d wi h un gentle scorn ,
Dream ye h o w deep the grief of genius sears ?
h o w h o w t Know ye frail the flower, sharp the horn ,
Of roses bloomin g round the fount of tears ?
I not l et no u f , Oh r de relentless ton gue
u u s Break the still gloom , the mo rnf l calm , which reign
u s i n Aro nd the pot, where one , years so young,
u f So old in sorro w, rests in n elt chains .
He sleeps the sleep , which must at length be ours
e then ! Y who would be spared, Oh learn to spare
u Grudge not the grave its cold f nereal flowers ,
’ e And Mercy s voice for you will whisper ther .
166 a s o r C A S T A L I E .
ON READING SO ME POETRY BY A YOUNG LADY
No w M NO ORE .
’ u th e u u s Before the to ch of A t mn breath ,
The fairest leaves are the first to fall
t And before the blight of the breeze of dea h ,
t Bright spiri s wither the first of all .
s Green and fresh as the pirit may seem ,
No evergreen bore the graceful leaf ;
’ l o v d i s And the life of the a golden dream ,
From which the sleeper awakes to grief.
l et us s Yet Oh , think , while with tear we see
u The yo n g heart droop to an early grave,
’ s That it fall , like the leaves from Eden s tree
“ ” s In the pearly waters of bli s to lave .
s Sweet spirit ! from scene of care and pain ,
as u Thou h t flown to the beautif l bowers above , o r 167 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
s Where the loving hall meet the loved again ,
w And dwell with the God hose name is Love .
' u Tis to lives like thine that we sadly t rn ,
To see how the li ght of th e heart may shine ;
these u And are so few, that the more we mo rn
1 thine The blight of a i so chaste as .
t u su Oh , may all who mourn hee the path p r e ,
u s Which thy yo n g feet here in meeknes trod ,
th h s u Till ey pass , like thee , t i vain life thro gh , — To the home of the pu re the land of God !
LINES TO THE MEMORY or A YOUNG FRIEND .
Would I call thee back ? No never u nless
s I could call back those days of happines ,
u s e When tho wert pringing , all fair and fre ,
- In the morn dew of life , like a bright youn g o r 168 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
L ike a bright youn g tree in the fragrant sprin g,
‘ Unseare d by the blight of the tempest s win g ,
s That joyou ly raises its green head high ,
And drinks the milk of the nu rsing sky !
— Thou art gone but no t with thy breath is gone
u u th v f The stainless tr th thro gh li e that shone ,
u And to all its co rse a pure lustre gave ,
As - t the gem san ds ligh some fairy wave .
Thou art gone but thy virtues yet remain
b h our t in s To rig ten hear s the mid t of pain ,
u - As the sun- beams rest on the mo ntain snow,
w \Vhen night h as shadowed the vales belo .
e We w ill think of thee , an d thy m mory still
Shall flow throu gh our hearts like a sacred rill ,
Which hallows the shore that its waves go by,
sk And , though born from earth , reflects the y .
0 17 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Farewell but not for ever farewell
There ' s a golden world where the pure shall dwell !
W All tears ill be wiped on that radiant shore ,
And the mourned and the mourner will part no more .
O N THE or A GRAVE FRIEND .
‘ u There is many a harp , for the yo n g man s doom
That i s t uned to the notes of woe ;
’ ’ B ut s ! t u , ala hey are m te o er the old man s
u Tho gh he lived like a saint below.
’ i s t u There many a ear over Bea ty s grave ,
And warm from the heart they ris e
Ali w h y l ess warm are th e tears that lave
The s pot where the good man lies >
th e soul ou n Is it nothin g to keep still y g,
WV h en the frame where it dwells grows old
u a beaztti cl l z u Or less sho ld fi fi be s ng, a s o r 17 1 C A S T A L I E .
Than th e charm s of an earthly mould ?
No , old man , no one passing lay,
u i t Tho gh a powerless lay be ,
Shall be given to the thou ght of the silen t
i s is t Which all that left of hee .
’ hon gli thy life w as p ass d i n th e h umble
Y et i t brightened th e s hade arou nd ;
t th t And every s ep , a thy meek foot made ,
W as u u m ade pon holy gro nd .
u st th s u Tho ha seen y friend aro nd thee fall ,
Tho u hast lived thro u gh years of pain ;
u as t h th e And no w tho h reac ed goal of all ,
And w ‘ broken a frail orld s chain .
Oh t t th e res in peace ill day , for which
’ Tho u hast looked with a Chri s tian s eye !
t h O e v 1‘1Lh Fai h , p , and lo e , lon g have made thee 7 1 2 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
In the gold of a purer sky .
u be th Tho gh soon forgot y lowly sod ,
Yet thou hast not lived in vain ;
For green above are the groves of God ,
Where th e j ust shall meet again !
THE ’ POET S MOURNER .
Life for me is past an d over
I have lost m y min strel lover !
’ This fon d heart s d i v mest chord
l aurel l ’ d ! Broke with thine , my lord
u av eth Ro n d the spot thy dust that p ,
Many a tear the marble l av eth ;
B ut o whose am n g them , can fall
’ Wild as her s who weeps her all
avail etli Yet oh , what to thee ,
174i D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Can it cheer the livin g weeper
are r s There hea t decreed to know,
but Glory embitters woe .
Yet , since all beside has perished , — More oh more shall this be cherished ;
And thy fame sh al l be to me
Sacred as thy memory.
a F re thee well , my minstrel lover
Life for me is past and o ver ;
This fon d heart’ s divinest chord
’ w e l aurel l d Broke ith thin , my lord ! meme of (au teur.
! R B O O V I . L E G EN D A Y .
178 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
n A peasa t dwelt, in heart and look
Well sorted with that savage soil .
Beneath his roof, two pauper boys
b Were oun d to earn their daily bread ,
ma Poor les from domestic j oys ,
t d Who scarce had where to lay heir hea .
’ o No parent s eye long, l n g had smiled
' ’ On them t o own afl ec tio ns claim
One was a homeless orphan child ,
An d one the “ nameless pledge of shame
d e (Call it not love, that dark esir
Nor dream that shame can sprin g from
’ The hallow d and immortal fire
That lights the shrine of bliss above !
’ Love ne er exhaled the meteor flam e
’ That gleams on buried virtue s grave ;
’ ’ ’ It never sear d th e l ov d one s nam e
’ Dr brook d to curse the life it gav e. ) 179 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
In clo udless gold the morning shone
’ On VV iddecomb e s dark belt of hills ;
th e t sun And gilt her tower win er ,
And sparkled in her frozen rills ;
The holy peal of Sabbath bells
’ l ai d u Pro c m the solemn ho r of prayer,
’ th e s And , echoing o er moorland dell ,
u Aro sed the stragglin g hamlets there .
’ And W ith the rest those children j oind
The sacred work of praise an d prayer,
’ Nor d ream d how few brief days might find
t Their limbs beneath the col d turf here .
’ u u As home they t r d at evenin g fall ,
w The heaven , erewhile so fair, gre brown ;
u s ] And glimmerin g thro gh a mi ty pal ,
The moon in sickly white shone down .
That night some sheep forsook the fold,
’ th O er e broad heath at l arge to roam ; 180 o r D E W S C A S T A L I E .
u s And they m st earch , the weary wol d
At morn , to brin g the wanderers home
' T tatter d t u heir garb they round hem fl n g,
h t T eir stinted meal i n haste they ook,
’ t u And o er that gloomy hreshold spr n g,
d t Nor cast behin one par ing look .
Even then some dense an d drizzling flakes
u the s w artl i sk Fell s llen from v y ,
' l ul l d And strange dead silence the brakes,
Prophetic of the snow - fall nigh — Yet forth they fared for w ell they knew
Th e wretch who bade them search the wold
’ u h w u thron d r w Tho g dun ith pl mes the g air g e ,
’ u d nd Wi And n mb their limbs a hearts th col d .
’ Vain w as their search yet on they p ass d
’ m cl os d Though heavier still the stor round ,
’ And through the dizzy air sh o w er d fast
h o T e white fleece piled the wil derin g gr und .
182 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
Lon g had they sunk upon the plain
To sleep, and wake to grief no more !
’ ’ o erl ook d Where the lone Moor a dell ,
’ u And show d the f ll Dart foamin g by,
They wept to every hope farewell ,
m And l aid the down alone to die .
e Ther did they sleep away their breath,
- On that bleak death bed , waste and wild
ff There , sti enin g on the wintry heath ,
’ - w ra d The snow fall pp each friendless child .
u no And deep their sleep , tho gh fon d eye
Was near to soothe the parting ho ur
‘ No mother s arm of love was nigh ,
’ w atch d No father his fadin g flower.
’ Cl os d s is their span of earthly year ,
Their path of mortal c are is trod ;
Life was to them a vale of tears,
’ e ass d om And they hav p fr it to God . O F 183 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
u u Oh glorious was the mo rnf l hour,
u e When s nset lit th ir grave of snows,
’ And o er the heaths of bleak D artmoor,
' The Torrs in blood - red splendour rose
’ ‘ As o er consumin g Beauty s hand
th e fl o w Of ivory pale , dark veins ,
t So, through the whi e and glitterin g land ,
u The livid river sw n g below .
’ B ut henceforth o n e ach poor b oy s ear
In vain the wintry stream may rave ;
u h And all in vain , thro g green brakes near,
u u M ay m rmur deep the s mmer wave .
u now No ght fear they of want or scorn ,
Of blows or wrongs , their only hire
d No more to hail the ear May morn ,
Or crowd arou nd the Christmas fire !
w Sad was the sight, hen , from th eir home ,
' ofii d Was slowly born e each c n boy, 184. O F D E W S C A S T A L I E .
To rest i n distant Widdecombe ,
With many a pitying helper nigh
Stran ge was the scen e as o ’ er the waste
t u Of dazzling snow the dark rain wo nd ,
Until each little corpse was placed
u With pious toil on hol y gro nd .
Ne ’ er with a tone so stem an d dead
u The burial bell its warning r n g,
’ u red As o er the snows, with s nset ,
It then its awful b urthen swung
’ ’ w h ow l d The inds, that o er many a heap
’ - u Of sleet drift, drown d the f neral prayer
B ut m Oh , they slept so cal and deep ,
The blighted flowers reposin g there !
’ Ye , who have heard these children s fall ,
an u u Should y s ch yo r board maintain ,
k Thin , think how little is their all ,
Nor wrin g their hearts for guilty gain
186 S D E W O F C A S T A L I E .
i T ll on thy soul the past shall rise,
Even as it now returns on me .
But hope not mine a tale of war,
A lay of fame the soul to move ;
Such themes my verse could only mar
I tell a simple tale of love .
No fleece of cl o ud can eye behol d
n u Alo g the dim bl e evening sky,
th e While hangs moon , in pallid gold,
’ th e O er dark woods of Pomeroy.
s All il ver sweet , the holy bell
Pr o cl aims a solemn vesper hour ;
An d to the chapel in the dell
e m The household glid fro hall an d bower .
e But who , where, with wrought shafts of ston ,
’ Yon sil ver d lattice gleams on high, 187 D E ‘V S O F C A S T A L I E .
Paces her bower an d weeps alone ,
‘Vho but the Star of Pomeroy ?
’ u More fair, more pale , than s mmer s moon ,
u Shines the yo ng cheek on which it falls,
As there the lady thinks how soon
' She leaves for love her father s halls .
Hark ! from the wood a b u gle peals
sh e She starts, leaves her chamber fair ,
u b ut With q ick falterin g step , she steals
’ O er floor of oak and massy stair.
d Passed are the gates, Oh ! stern an d read
’ t u The s rife twixt love an d d ty grew,
w As, ith reverted eye , she bade
u Her bower, her home , a m te adieu !
’ With heavier heart than e er before,
d She trea s the path to that lon e grove , 188 S O F S D E W C A T A L I E .
e sh e i n Wher first heard , days of yore,
e The whisp r of forbidden love .
t Impatient in the trys ing shade ,
Her lover soon the lady found ,
e And heard, within the oakwood glad ;
His unseen charger paw the ground .
for Oh , Herbert, better far both,
e We leave , in time , this de d undon e ;
My plighted heart, my maiden troth ,
u All I sho ld give , thou long hast won .
“ no Then seek no more an d love less,
Retain m y heart, renounce my hand ;
' Think , think , will Heaven e er deign to bless
’ " The bridal by our fathers b ann d >
“ And wouldst thou thus my hopes deceive ?
Was that sweet promise given in vain ?
190 o r D E W S C A S T A L I E .
And blithely , for the moonshine free ,
’ cl ear d The charger the black oak grove.
, Swift swift did speed the roan blood steed ,
t Far far to right lay To nes town ,
Till wandering bright, in links of light,
r They saw Da t wind through woodlands brown .
' In deepest shade a boat lay moor d ;
On watch beside the rowers stood ;
nd Soon the fo twain were safe on board,
‘ s th e umb er d And fa t they swept flood .
u w Thro gh tall dark woods they ind and glide ,
h Recedes apace the forest s ore ,
W hile throu gh the gloom by fits was spied
’ sil ver d The sparkle of the oar .
Off/ Dartmouth grey, a vessel lay,
At anchor on the moonlight sea o r 19 1 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
th e b Ere long twain her road deck gain ,
w t To eigh for distant I aly.
C t no u n Her hief ain bore v lgar ame ,
His stately lady too was there :
‘ u No taint co l d light on maiden s fame ,
‘ t h o uour d Beneath heir sage an d care .
s t The breeze, the billow , ped hem well ,
t s far d Their n a ive shore fade behin ,
’ u b u t s s And no ght is seen o cean well ,
’ s wa As on they weep on ocean s nd .
’ Nor man y a d ay they ro am d th e wave
‘ t y r Ere he we e moor d on foreign sands,
i t t And r n g , and pries , an d al ar gave
’ r th e Their ites to link lovers hands .
‘ s u Ala , for h man hope , that e er
A clo ud should dim its fairy ray ! 19 2 S D E W S O F C A T A L I E .
n ‘ Alas, for human love , that e er
The loved one knows it will not stray '
u He, for whose sake yo n g Ellen left
’ C ' Her hildhoo d s home , her mother s arms,
t Too soon , of love and faith beref ,
' Sighs for a soft Venetian s charms .
Oh grief of griefs ! That stranger’ s hand
’ c l aim d -1 Another , who saw too well
h u They met, t ey fo ght ; on forei gn land
In flower of youth , the aggressor fell !
n no w What hope for her, the lor one ,
Wh at place of rest beneath the sky ?
w Despair has paled her lovely bro ,
dimm ’ d And sorrow her shinin g eye .
h er In vain afar feet may stray,
and Her thoughts are all of grief home ,
194 O F E D E W S C A S T A L I .
h er As she recalled absent child ,
o w n Her sweet Star of Pomeroy .
’ u t c ross d S dden the hall a peasan ,
’ Gave to the Lady s han d a s croll ; — th e - She read her cheek life blood lost,
As from the crowded hall she stole .
’ Beneath the pe asant s roof she stands
’ What sees proud Berry s lady there P
s A veiled form , with folded hand ,
air That draws with pain the living .
Oh may an errin g child at last
Read pardon in a m other’s eye P”
She raised her veil one look ’ tis past
Set is the Star of Pomeroy O F 190 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
L or L THE EGEND THE COP ESTON OAK .
see t Go , roman ic Tamar glide
’ W arl e h s Green g sylvan coves below,
And its u , floatin g on s mmer tide ,
M aristo w The swans of stately .
There many a s cene will meet thy gaze
’ That oft m ay rise on Memory s eye ,
' ’ u v ani sli d When tho shalt trace , o er days,
s The brightest print of early joy .
u Oh, ask thee there , if ever g ilt
Could find a home in scenes so
’ If human blood could e er be spilt
Or d aemon pasSi on riot there
Yet such have been ; an d on ce again
’ d S weet Devon s harp obeys my han ,
u u u ’ To po r, tho gh r de the harper s strain ,
’ A legend of my fathers land . 1 96 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
u Where, windin g far, the bl e waves
amerton To the grey beach of T ,
’ The mornin g sun o n Tamar s tide ,
‘ ’ vV arl e l i s in b u And g woods, ea ty shone .
’ s A soft mist, scarcely een , hun g o er
The lake, like golden glass in show,
In whose clear mirror all the shore — R w a d w . ock , ood, n cove lay traced belo
- Near the slight wave mark , boats were tied
To stakes around the syl van bay ;
i The v llage quay lay lone an d void,
Th e - village mill wheel ceased to play .
’ The m el l o w d call to Sabbath prayer
From the grey towe r of Foliot swells ;
And w u m , hen it pa sed, so cal the air,
’ rd u e x b e l . You might have hea St . B d au l s
198 o r D E W S C A S T A L I E .
’ s What if I love the goblet shine ,
An d merry light of maiden ’ s eye
Must boys turn priests to cant and whine
Of deeds I dare right well abye >
Shall the youn g minion cross my path
’ Win from my arms the Tamar s Flower,
it An d lord , spite of love an d wrath,
In Mary ’ s heart and Mary ’ s bower
“ No by the rood ! it is the last
B ut h is t here he thought rain too nigh ,
Yet, as he paused , a dread smile passed
‘ O er his white lip an d murky eye .
B ut now they reach the holy pile
u t That looks on r ral Tamer on ,
And pace on ce more the pillar’ d aisle
That paves the dead of ages gone. o r 199 D E W S C A S T A L I E .
The strains of s acred love and fear
’ Were peal mg thro u gh th e hallow d
s w s t Oh w a there one , on ho e los ear
That Sabbath m us ic fell in vai n P
t — w Yes, even here hile far aloof
‘ To heaven the sacred anthem stray d
th e Stern Copleston , beneath roof
- h is Of God , half drew dagger blade !
" ’ ’ —h e mutter d re ress d Tis well ! , but p
' sh eath d th e - His hand, an d half drawn
' Yet his fierce mien too well c onfess d
to He thirsted still the blow deal .
But wherefore glares his eye so wild P
t at is it s h is pale workin g brow,
u At sight of his own inj red child,
The offsprin g of a broken v o w ? 200 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
’ A father s guile h ad sent from home
’ h ere The youth, who no father s n ame ,
In other l ands awhile to roam ,
’ e And fin d a soldier s path to fam .
But long ere this her heart to him
The Lily of the Tamar gave ;
And fairer eyes no tear may dim ,
’ w atch d th e Than his bark adown wave .
A rural maid was Tamar’ s Flower
’ No pride was li er s of birth or gold
’ B ut o w nd many a heart had her power,
e And many a tongu her virtues told .
’ u ev e F ll oft, o n summer s golden ,
’ the v Her feet had traced ri er shore ,
To mark with him the cal m waves heave
th e - Beneath diamon d dropping oar .
202 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
He bade the youth in arms aspire ,
u Betimes to hono rs , wealth an d fame ,
Until his generous heart beat fire
’ R ' To hear but Drake s or aleigh s n ame .
‘ F l ush d ’ with n ew hopes , at length he steel d
u His heart to q it his n ative shore,
For one where many a mou rnful fiel d
’ u Had stained proud T dor s Rose in gore .
With Tl i o m ond and Carew he met
The wily Desmond 's feudal horde
In wrath or pity ne’ er was wet
t A gen ler eye, a braver sword .
But u oft, in scenes of fe d and blood ,
’ ’ l on d He g , with all a lover s pain ,
’ To hear his native Tamar s flood,
’ And see green Devon s woods again . O F T 203 D E W S C A S A L I E .
‘ Di smi ss d t m e wi h fa e , he hoped (for Lov
Will h Op e while Hope is left below)
‘ F ro m Mary s s ide no more to rove
o w n All , all her , in bliss or woe .
is th e Slow keel , an d faint the wind ,
That bears a lover fond and tr ue ;
’ r w Yet E in s aves were soon behind ,
’ s u And Erin s hill in distance bl e .
‘ Soon o er th e deep Mo unt Edgc um be rose
r s t u s s Fai as it ill at s nset hine ,
l Wh en its laced with gol d ocean glows,
And wave in gold its hundred pines .
‘ th r ob b d lns th e How heart, as to bay
a r w w ’ His bo t d e n igh , here Mary s home
m th e s W Peeped fro wood , ith evenin g gre v,
Where they were wont of old to roam ! 204! D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
’ h Oh, tis an our of bliss, so deep
That nought b ut tears its depth can tell,
When parted lovers meet and weep,
Albeit their hearts with rapture swell !
He foun d his Mary still his own ,
With truth as pure , and form as fair ;
Yet from her cheek the tinge was flown
That told of health and gl adness there .
Upon his fon d alarm she smile d
u B ut her sweet smile was f ll of woe
u m t m , An d so e i es, from her heart beg iled
. The s igh woul d rise , the tear would flow
In vain he prayed her to unfol d
To him the secret of her breast
’ Until her w ido w d mother told
’ nd b What bl anch d her cheek a roke
9 ’ d 06 ne w s o r C A S T A L I E .
“ ! h e mu No st tempt my plighted bride ,
Forgetful that the wil d flo w ers wave
’ O er one , alas ! who loved an d died
' ’ ' O er my w ro ng d mother s early grave !
s His word , repeated fierce and free ,
’ Reached th e prou d lord of W arl egh s
And awful was it then to see
His whitenin g lip and eye of fear .
An d no w h e sees that rival nigh
Feels h is own dagger at his side
Ah ’ , wherefore steals the lover s e ye ,
Whe re s at apart his destined bride
Then burst the stifled flame at once
Beyond disguise , beyon d control ,
n And all the murderer lit his gla ce ,
u And all the d aemon filled his so l . ne w o r 20 7 s C A S T A L I E .
‘ u u As Bevil t r d , he caught that look
’ u s smoth er d Saw thro gh it fla h the fire,
And felt to linger were to b’ rook
’ ’ A father s hate , a rival s ire .
Away ! thy life is won or lost !
With hurried step he leaves the pile
’ B ut cross d , ere the Gothic porch he ,
L u u u o d, lon g shrieks r n g thro gh nave
’ r — It w as his Ma y s vow e l h e turned
D read w as the s ight he m et behind
’ ’ H i s f t ! W th bur nd a her eye i vengeance ,
’ H i s father s dagger near him shined !
’ fix d One moment, in pale despair,
— ’ He stood then sh ot the chu rch - yard o er ; — He gains the Green why stops he tli ere >
’ — The steel is li url d h e loves no more ! W S O -F A TA I E 908 DE C S L .
’ F ix d b t e in his ack h poniard stood,
Fl un g with stron g han d and eye too keen — — He reels h e falls the hot life - blood
’ Is bubbling o n the c rimson d Green !
‘ Beneath a broad o ak s massy shade,
Pale , bleedin g , on the turf he lay
’ Even where he crow n d his own loved maid
The village Lady of the May !
— She sees not this she saw al one
The lift ed death - steel gleam on high
' sh riek d one Then and fell , with deep groan ,
’ s eal d As death had her heart and eye.
— They bore her thence but all in vain
’ Twas but to droop W ithin her bower ;
t An d oh , it was a sigh of pain
’ To w atch th e blight of Tamar s Flower !
3‘ 10 D E W S O P C A S T A L I E .
The tale is done ; and some there are ,
Whose hearts will feel its simple power,
o ' And l ve the harp, howe er it jar,
’ That told the fate of Tamar s Flower .
OR! NEY THE MAID OF .
” — My lost, lost love ! the frantic cry
D ied i n the thunders of the wave — The ro ck was near the storm w as high
The gallant ship has fou n d her grave 1
One fl ash lit Up th e reelin g bark
’ O er the black breakers hurryin g on 5
’ and as A moment s pause , all w dark , — Another fl ash the bark is gone !
“ Look on y ou cliff the awful light
Sho ws one w h o kneels all lonely there 5 W 2 11 D E S O F C A S T A L I E .
s How looks she, stranger, on that ight ?
” “ Oh beautiful amid despair !
f She cannot eel the piercing blast,
She cannot fear the maddenin g surge
nt ’ That mome was her lover s last,
n s That wild wi d howls his pa sin g dirge .
“ But who the reft one kneeling there,
At this bleak midnight’ s stormy hour ? "
‘ The fairest of our island fair,
’ ’ ” e Dark Orkney s prid an d Ocean s flower.
Morn evening came 5 the su nset smiled ;
u The calm sea so ght i n gold the shore,
' ’ u n b e uil d As tho gh it e er had man g ,
u h im Or never wo ld beguile more.
For his lost child, bower, haunt and home,
’ m search d The ste sire that mournful day, 212 L D E W S O F C A S T A I E .
' While by th e lone deep s golden foam
The Flower of Ocean fadin g lay.
0 e there her young and fond heart brok ,
‘ Beside her n ative islet s wave,
t And, dy ing here , her latest look
’ h er dover s - e e Was on bright blu grav .
Sweet be her rest within the tomb ,
in th e And dear her memory bower,
And pur e th e tear that mourns the doom
‘ ’ e o e Of Orkney s prid and Ocean s fl w r .
B rm of s fi astal ir.
A GRECIAN DREAM.
h e ea-s T S hore at the mouth of a b eaut iful strea m.
TIME uns et . , S
NEREID .
t u Farther han wont from thy fo ntain home,
Beautiful Stranger ! thy ste ps have come 5
u u - What has bro ght thee , s nny haired Sister,
So far from thy silver bower to - day 9
NAIAD .
I urn th e have traced from my shinin g stream ,
For the fairest flowers in its waves that gleam .
NEREID .
Far Up thy banks there is many a flower
Were they all too few to enwreathe thy bower ?
Thy coronal still is fresh and fair 216 O F D E W S C A S T A L I E .
u t Wouldst tho place one brighter, sweet Stranger, here
NAIAD .
no Oh , it is not for these locks of mine,
I have come so far my braid to twine ;
ut B I cull these flowers my banks alon g,
To crown th e harp of a Child of Song
‘ n u rol l d Lo g, lon g my waters nheard had
That harp has given them sands of gol d !
NEREID .
In the faint sweet light of the vesper star,
I have heard thy voice, fair Sister, afar,
And grieved , as I listened along the shore,
I could catch of the distant song no more
t u n Oh since we are met, wilt ho pour agai
A sin gle lay of the liquid strain
NAIAD .
My dwellin g is the diamond wave
218 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E . — B ut I heard from the deep and hark ! —again
The ech o swings over the gold - bl ue main !
Too well I kno w ’ tis the Triton 's shell
u - S nn y haired Sister, farewell farewell !
ON A O F PORTRAIT LORD BYRON .
Aye , gaze upon that brow
t b u Tha ro w which towers an intellect al Alp,
’ Di adem d with a pale eternity
’ h u u s — u d Of T o ght s ntrodden no w ro n which high dreams,
L e s to ike Alpin eagle , seem float, amid — Inv m late solitu de and su nshine ! See
u The tro bled glory of that eye , where keeps
‘ s u c av er n d The o l her oracle , an d fills
The electric gloom with inspiration ! Gaz e
On the rich lip of passion and of power,
b Whose every curl was moulded y strong thought, — Like waters by the tempest ! Shrine superb,
YV here late a more than kingly spirit found o r T $219 D E W S C A S A L I E .
A worthy d wellin g ! Men unborn wil l W i s h
d t w t him To have rawn the breath of ime i h , as if
w to It ere inhale his immortality .
THOUGHTS IN THE AMPHITHEATRE AT MOUNT
EDG CU MBE .
' ’ w 0 t h onoui d st And ell , Mil on ! is th ine bu
‘ Pl ac d these deep shade s an d tw ilight glooms amon g ;
' th u o ff ust For , o gh far repose the poet s d
Here lingers still the s pirit of his s ong
o ft t n And , at eve , hese high arcades alo g ,
’ W To Fancy s dreamin g eye his form ill glide,
th e d t i l s n While even ep h of st l nes finds a to gue ,
And s o u nds unearthly float upon th e tide
t u ur th e - Or in fai n m rm s die alon g dark hill side .
w h y s is u Yet why , h , i n uch a scene m te
Th e lyre w hich scorns the touch of mortal hand
— ' The l y re of heaven th e wandering Ariel s lute 220 S o r ‘ D E W C A S T A L I E .
fi Which fairy n gers all alone have span ned ,
An d th e pure zephyr’ s wooing breath hath fanned ?
’ w Twere s eet to catch its tones, when still and dim ,
The beauty- breathin g hues of Eve expan d
’ ’ i When Day s last roses fade on Ocean s br m ,
fi u s nd Nat re veil her brow, and chants her vesper hymn .
O h how those tones would harmonize with all
The sights and sounds of beauty here combine d !
’ th e How sweetly mingle with water s fall ,
And swell in music on th e paus ing wind !
’ u ev e On s mmer s , how liquidly refined
’ u al t Two l d steal on g the tide in that sof hour,
th e When first on blue wave the moon hath shined, — And , like a bride, from forth her shadowy bower,
Smiles on the heaving deep that fondly owns her power !
E P O T R Y.
‘ the Mu Deep and dear is the power of se s art,
D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
As dews forgotten from th e mountain sod >
— no d Yes fallen Ionia ! as thy temples ,
’ u —w Earthq aked by Time hile at night s pensive noon ,
u The j ackal howls through theatres ntrod,
th e o Mute as soft light of their Asian m on ,
S o f e f ad the air, the proud , the famed , the stron g
All save etern al Truth and sacred Son g s
S ONNE T II .
To G R E E C E .
’ — ’ Sweet Hellas earth my fan cy s fairy - lan d
’ My youthful Spirit s glorious paradis e !
the Oh who may tell how dear filial band,
b Which links to thee one, orn in distant skies,
B ut with a soul that shares thy destinies,
And feels thy glory as it felt thy shame ?
That I have lived to see thy star arise
' Thy banner spread for freedom and for fam e
Land of my love ! will be a thought to claim 223 D E W S O F C A S T A L I E .
m A long proud record in my me ory,
Where the prOph etic echoes of thy name
Speak all of glad and golden days to b e :
I hear the omen , as thy warriors heard,
w ’ Before the fight, the ings of Victory s bird !
NNE T I I I S O .
To SPAIN.
Oh sufferin g Spain ! survey thine Argo’ s world
‘ ‘ See Bolivar s flag where Piz arro s flew !
’ S ee the proud en s igns of the free u nfurl d
From Niagara’ s flood to far Peru !
h as no ? What man done , again may t man do
Flows not thy blood from them whose swords of yore
’ C t u left a red pa h Rome s own firm legions thro gh,
’ An d s purned to Calpe s wave th e flyin g Moor ?
n ! b u Wake, la d of Chivalry let E ro po r
’ his u u ear Hen ceforth m rm rs on the freeman s ,
And let each grey Sierra statelier soar ‘ ’ n e s :o r AJ ALI E w C S T .
“ " To see the Mountain Nymph again draw near !
’ Riego s spirit bids thee wake a gai n
Oh Speaks thy lost Leonid as in v ain ?
- THE WOOD STORM .
’ When to the winds th e firm oak s stately form
w is - Sways, hile each branch as an organ key,
‘ ‘ Dash d s to mad music by the frantic torm ,
l l the u u An d swe s f ll tremendo s melody,
th e s od t o b e I love amid oundin g wo s ,
And with a stern and solem n rapture hear
’ —‘ The straining forest s tli under tis to me
An hour of awful bliss and glorious fear !
d s But wil er, stran ger still , wells on the ear
’ u e That shrill so n d heard amid the tempest s paus ,
’ ’ As twere a Phantom s whisper, deep yet clear,
1 W i s w en a s hile t dread breath ane the sp t blast dr w .
the e al e Sounds not that Voice , which makes list ner p ,
226 E D W S O F C A S T A L I E .
S ONNE T V I .
To THE READER .
R eader, farewell ! If from these leaves of mine
Thy heart shall glean one solitary fl ow er
If u , in its sweep , one f ll and flowing line
W att but a water- lily for its dower
If u s aunterest , as tho on, my lyric power
s b M ay hed one sun eam o n thy mornin g way,
o ne - Or light glow worm for thine evening bower,
‘ o ur d u I have not p for no ght the lonely lay.
Yet, should no meed like this my verse repay,
’ There s pleasure still in the sweet work of song ;
No less the woodlark hails the sinking day,
u un s Tho gh none may list his s set haunt among.
- not b e Once more , farewell Oh , unwel come
' The bal m that trickles from a stranger- tree
- n oo Co omb e La ce) W d ,
m er 12 1828 . Septe b ,
F I N I S .
E R R A T A .
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g 151 o urt ne rom th e ottom nsert l i ke e ore th i s . Pa e , f h Li f b , i b f
N O T E S .
Page, Li ne. e h ar a t rs as wel l as th e r these cel eb rated men. Perh aps th i r c c e , i
‘ o rtu nes ma atl o rd mate r i al s fo r a mo re e xten e ara e . f , y d d p ll l
am s n fi at n 10 1 6 J ose us s a s th at ot Ta dm or and Pa l m r a had the s e i i c io , , , ph y b h y g
v i z . th e p l a ce o f p a l ms .
th e l oc al ident lt of th e s r t ura Ta mo r a nd the ro ane P a m ra 10 1, 7, Y et y c ip l d p f l y n rests u pon th e mo st vag ue a nd i nco nclus ive gro u ds .
h s h s e o n a r t e of the r ent a 110 8 At th e ti me t i s w as wr i tten, s uc w a t e c d ti i , , h y l O l
as r na u s e . H erald , i n w hich i t w o igi lly p bli h d
- V er erat internum . Ov i d . Met .
oman w or V a l es . 111, e, Th e R d
- i ton o mus . 111, i i , M l C
13 7 u n to a w e - now n a t i n ott s stor . O ne o f the as t 1 , , All di g ll k f c Sc i h hi y l
t s n n to h i s arons fo r the ti tle -d eeds of t e i r an s t e S uarts e di g b h l d , h y
s hewe d the i r s w or ds .
h aks eare . 10 , S p
114 15 A i ont he c onfine s of the r eat Devons i re oor . , , h ll g h M
n h i i ni v h h ar h e ma ns of an 115, 13, A hill i t e V c t of Creditou, near w ic e t re i
anci e nt encampment .
o r t 9 h i Founded u po n a s t y e x racted in No . 6 of t e ! uarterly Rev ew ,
t h Wi i t i n s and ub t rans l a ed by M r, H ur wit z fro m t e Rabbinic al g , p ” l ish ed in h is He b re w T a l e s .
160 i ss mma i s er of Dorcli ester w ho i e r 7 1818 at th e a e , , Mi E F h , , d d Ap il , , g
of s ixtee n.
n a th 1 f 467 , On Wed esd y e sth o Augus t, 1827 , aged 82, J ohn sec ond son of
M r . saa av of F o rdton neai re ton. T rou out a o n and I c D y , , C di h gh l g
f a n t rying ill ness h e w as a fine e xample o m ly fort i t ud e, u nostentatious
a h r st an r es at on and w t a W - s tor and w e pi ety, nd c i i ign i ; i h el l ed ll
s oo n s r egu l ate d mi nd , he pos essed a g d e s of h ear t w h i ch endeared him
” ' - t o all wh o k ne w h i m . To th is b ri ef rec ord o f affect i on I have nothi ng
’ add e t t at i nt s as at ' t o , e xc p h , hi c e, a f her s par ti al it ot di ct ated a
’ f ath er s prai se . Al l th at is told is t ruth ; I) wou ld have
bee n true.
4 h e a e 177, , T B b s i n th e Woo d . 8 h n 1 8, 4, T e prov i ci a l name fo r th e Dar
95 1 Th e mate a s u 1 , , ri l po nwh i ch an is found e d are c onta i ned in
' th o o wi n e tr a ro e f ll g x ct f m Pr i nce s W o rthies of Devon Esq u i re
’ ’ o es ton o f W ar le an t re over h is s i a C pl , y , (I c c Ch r i t n name, al th o ugh I
su os e it was J o n i nthe 'd a s of u ee pp h ) y ! n Eli z abeth , h ad a you ng man
‘ ‘ to his o son t at had een a ro a for i s s G d , h b b d h educ ation; who , at hi