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  Point the rods of fortune…tellers;

Youth perpetual dwells in fountains;

  Not in flasks; and casks; and cellars。



Claudius; though he sang of flagons

  And huge tankards filled with Rhenish;

From that fiery blood of dragons

  Never would his own replenish。



Even Redi; though he chaunted

  Bacchus in the Tuscan valleys;

Never drank the wine he vaunted

  In his dithyrambic sallies。



Then with water fill the pitcher

  Wreathed about with classic fables;

Ne'er Falernian threw a richer

  Light upon Lucullus' tables。



Come; old friend; sit down and listen

  As it passes thus between us;

How its wavelets laugh and glisten

  In the head of old Silenus!







THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS



L'eternite est une pendule; dont le balancier dit et redit sans

cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des tombeaux:

〃Toujours! jamais!  Jamais! toujours!〃JACQUES BRIDAINE。



Somewhat back from the village street

Stands the old…fashioned country…seat。

Across its antique portico

Tall poplar…trees their shadows throw;

And from its station in the hall

An ancient timepiece says to all;

      〃Forevernever!

      Neverforever!〃



Half…way up the stairs it stands;

And points and beckons with its hands

From its case of massive oak;

Like a monk; who; under his cloak;

Crosses himself; and sighs; alas!

With sorrowful voice to all who pass;

      〃Forevernever!

      Neverforever!〃



By day its voice is low and light;

But in the silent dead of night;

Distinct as a passing footstep's fall;

It echoes along the vacant hall;

Along the ceiling; along the floor;

And seems to say; at each chamber…door;

      〃Forevernever!

      Neverforever!〃



Through days of sorrow and of mirth;

Through days of death and days of birth;

Through every swift vicissitude

Of changeful time; unchanged it has stood;

And as if; like God; it all things saw;

It calmly repeats those words of awe;

      〃Forevernever!

      Neverforever!〃



In that mansion used to be

Free…hearted Hospitality;

His great fires up the chimney roared;

The stranger feasted at his board;

But; like the skeleton at the feast;

That warning timepiece never ceased;

      〃Forevernever!

      Neverforever!〃



There groups of merry children played;

There youths and maidens dreaming strayed;

O precious hours! O golden prime;

And affluence of love and time!

Even as a Miser counts his gold;

Those hours the ancient timepiece told;

      〃Forevernever!

      Neverforever!〃



From that chamber; clothed in white;

The bride came forth on her wedding night;

There; in that silent room below;

The dead lay in his shroud of snow;

And in the hush that followed the prayer;

Was heard the old clock on the stair;

      〃Forevernever!

      Neverforever!〃



All are scattered now and fled;

Some are married; some are dead;

And when I ask; with throbs of pain。

〃Ah! when shall they all meet again?〃

As in the days long since gone by;

The ancient timepiece makes reply;

      〃Forevernever!

      Neverforever!



Never here; forever there;

Where all parting; pain; and care;

And death; and time shall disappear;

Forever there; but never here!

The horologe of Eternity

Sayeth this incessantly;

      〃Forevernever!

      Neverforever!〃







THE ARROW AND THE SONG



I shot an arrow into the air;

It fell to earth; I knew not where;

For; so swiftly it flew; the sight

Could not follow it in its flight。



I breathed a song into the air;

It fell to earth; I knew not where;

For who has sight so keen and strong;

That it can follow the flight of song?



Long; long afterward; in an oak

I found the arrow; still unbroke;

And the song; from beginning to end;

I found again in the heart of a friend。







SONNETS



MEZZO CAMMIN



Half of my life is gone; and I have let

  The years slip from me and have not fulfilled

  The aspiration of my youth; to build

  Some tower of song with lofty parapet。

Not indolence; nor pleasure; nor the fret

  Of restless passions chat would not be stilled;

  But sorrow; and a care that almost killed;

  Kept me from what I may accomplish yet;

Though; half way up the hill; I see the Past

  Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights;

  A city in the twilight dim and vast;

With smoking roofs; soft bells; and gleaming lights。

  And hear above me on the autumnal blast

  The cataract of Death far thundering from the heights。







THE EVENING STAR



Lo! in the painted oriel of the West;

  Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines;

  Like a fair lady at her casement; shines

  The evening star; the star of love and rest!

And then anon she doth herself divest

  Of all her radiant garments; and reclines

  Behind the sombre screen of yonder pines;

  With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed。

O my beloved; my sweet Hesperus!

  My morning and my evening star of love!

  My best and gentlest lady! even thus;

As that fair planet in the sky above;

  Dost thou retire unto thy rest at night;

  And from thy darkened window fades the light。







AUTUMN



Thou comest; Autumn; heralded by the rain;

  With banners; by great gales incessant fanned;

  Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand;

  And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!

Thou standest; like imperial Charlemagne;

  Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand

  Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land;

  Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!

Thy shield is the red harvest moon; suspended

  So long beneath the heaven's o'er…hanging eaves;

  Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended;

Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;

  And; following thee; in thy ovation splendid;

  Thine almoner; the wind; scatters the golden leaves!







DANTE



Tuscan; that wanderest through the realms of gloom;

  With thoughtful pace; and sad; majestic eyes;

  Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise;

  Like Farinata from his fiery tomb。

Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom;

  Yet in thy heart what human sympathies;

  What soft compassion glows; as in the skies

  The tender stars their clouded lamps relume!

Methinks I see thee stand; with pallid cheeks;

  By Fra Hilario in his diocese;

  As up the convent…walls; in golden streaks;

The ascending sunbeams mark the day's decrease;

  And; as he asks what there the stranger seeks;

  Thy voice along the cloister whispers; 〃Peace!〃







CURFEW



I。



Solemnly; mournfully;

  Dealing its dole;

The Curfew Bell

  Is beginning to toll。



Cover the embers;

  And put out the light;

Toil comes with the morning;

  And rest with the night。



Dark grow the windows;

  And quenched is the fire;

Sound fades into silence;

  All footsteps retire。



No voice in the chambers;

  No sound in the hall!

Sleep and oblivion

  Reign over all!





II。



The book is completed;

  And closed; like the day;

And the hand that has written it

  Lays it away。



Dim grow its fancies;

  Forgotten they lie;

Like coals in the ashes;

  They darken and die。



Song sinks into silence;

  The story is told;

The windows are darkened;

  The hearth…stone is cold。



Darker and darker

  The black shadows fall;

Sleep and oblivion

  Reign over all。





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EVANGELINE



A TALE OF ACADIE



This is the forest primeval。  The murmuring pines and the

hemlocks;

Bearded with moss; and in garments green; indistinct in the

twilight;

Stand like Druids of eld; with voices sad and prophetic;

Stand like harpers hoar; with beards that rest on their bosoms。

Loud from its rocky caverns; the deep…voiced neighboring ocean

Speaks; and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the

forest。



  This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that

beneath it

Leaped like the roe; when he hears in the woodland the voice of

the huntsman

Where is the thatch…roofed village; the home of Acadian

farmers;

Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands;

Darkened by shadows of earth; but reflecting an image of heaven?

Waste are those pleasant farms; and the farmers forever departed!

Scattered like dust and leaves; when the mighty blasts of October

Seize them; and whirl them aloft; and sprinkle them far o'er the

ocean

Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of

Grand…Pre。



  Ye who believe in affection that hopes; and endures; and is

patient;

Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion;

List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the

forest;

List to a Tale of Love in Acadie; home of the happy。







PART THE FIRST



I



In the Acadian land; on the shores of the Basin of Minas;

Distant; secluded; still; the little village of Grand…Pre

Lay in the fruitful valley。  Vast meadows stretched to the

eastward;

Giving the village its name; and pasture to flocks without

number。

Dikes; that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor

incessant;

Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the

flood…gates

Opened; and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows。

West and south there were fields of flax; and orchards and

cornfields

Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the

northward

Blomidon rose; and the forests old; and aloft on the mountains

Sea…fogs pitched their tents; and mists from the mighty Atlantic

Looked on the happy valley; but ne'er from their station

descended

There; in the midst of its farms; reposed the Acadian village。

Strongly built were the houses; with frames of oak and of

hemlock;

Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the

Henries。

Thatched were the roofs; with dormer…windows; and gables

projectin

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