Somewhereitpursuesitsflight,OneofalongprocessionofsoundsTravellingaetherealroundsFarfromearth’sboundsIntheinfinite。
  THEANNOUNCEMENT
  Theycame,thebrothers,andtooktwochairsIntheirusualquietway;
  AndforatimewedidnotthinkTheyhadmuchtosay。
  AndtheybeganandtalkedawhileOfordinarythings,TillspreadthatsilenceintheroomApentthoughtbrings。
  Andthentheysaid:"Theendhascome。
  Yes:ithascomeatlast。"
  Andwelookeddown,andknewthatdayAspirithadpassed。
  THEOXEN
  ChristmasEve,andtwelveoftheclock。
  "Nowtheyareallontheirknees,"
  AneldersaidaswesatinaflockBytheembersinhearthsideease。
  WepicturedthemeekmildcreatureswhereTheydweltintheirstrawypen,NordiditoccurtooneofusthereTodoubttheywerekneelingthen。
  SofairafancyfewwouldweaveIntheseyears!Yet,Ifeel,IfsomeonesaidonChristmasEve,"Come;seetheoxenkneel"InthelonelybartonbyyondercoombOurchildhoodusedtoknow,"
  Ishouldgowithhiminthegloom,Hopingitmightbeso。
  1915。
  THETRESSES
  "WhentheairwasdampItmademycurlshangslackAstheykissedmyneckandbackWhileIfootedthesalt—airedtrackIlovedtotramp。
  "WhenitwasdryTheywouldrollupcrispandtightAsIwentoninthelightOfthesun,whichmyownspriteSeemedtooutvie。
  "NowIamold;
  AndhavenotonegaycurlAsIhadwhenagirlFordampnesstounfurlOrsunuphold!"
  THEPHOTOGRAPH
  TheflamecreptuptheportraitlinebylineAsitlayonthecoalsinthesilenceofnight’sprofound,Andoverthearm’sincline,Andalongthemargeofthesilkworksuperfine,Andgnawedatthedelicatebosom’sdefencelessround。
  ThenIventedacryofhurt,andavertedmyeyes;
  ThespectaclewasonethatIcouldnotbear,Tomydeepandsadsurprise;
  But,compelledtoheed,Iagainlookedfurtive—wiseTilltheflamehadeatenherbreasts,andmouth,andhair。
  "ThankGod,sheisoutofitnow!"Isaidatlast,InagreatreliefofheartwhenthethingwasdoneThathadsetmysoulaghast,AndnothingwasleftofthepictureunsheathedfromthepastButtheashenghostofthecardithadfiguredon。
  Shewasawomanlonghidamidpacksofyears,Shemighthavebeenlivingordead;shewaslosttomysight,AndthedeedthathadnighdrawntearsWasdoneinacasualclearanceoflife’sarrears;
  ButIfeltasifIhadputhertodeaththatnight!……
  ***
  —Well;sheknewnothingthereofdidshesurvive,Andsufferednothingifnumberedamongthedead;
  Yet——yet——ifonearthaliveDidshefeelasmart,andwithvaguestrangeanguishstrive?
  Ifinheaven,didshesmileatmesadlyandshakeherhead?
  ONAHEATH
  Icouldhearagown—skirtrustlingBeforeIcouldseehershape,RustlingthroughtheheatherThatwovethecommon’sdrape,OnthateveningofdarkweatherWhenIhearkened,lipsagape。
  Andthetown—shineinthedistanceDidbutbaffleherethesight,Andthenavoiceflewforward:
  Dear,is’tyou?Ifearthenight!"
  AndtheheronsflappedtonorwardInthefirsuponmyright。
  TherewasanotherloomingWhoselifewedidnotsee;
  TherewasonestillybloomingFullnightowherewalkedwe;
  TherewasashadeentombingAllthatwasbrightofme。
  ANANNIVERSARY
  Itwasattheverydatetowhichwehavecome,Inthemonthofthematchingname,When,atalikeminute,thesunhadupswum,Itscouch—timeatnightbeingthesame。
  Andthesamepathstretchedherethatpeoplenowfollow,Andthesamestilecrossedtheirway,AndbeyondthesamegreenhillockandhollowThesamehorizonlay;
  Andthesamemanpilgrimsnowherebywhopilgrimedherethatday。
  Letsomuchbesaidofthedate—day’ssameness;
  Butthetreethatneighboursthetrack,Andstoopslikeapedlarafflictedwithlameness,Knewofnosoggedwoundorwindcrack。
  AndthejointsofthatwallwerenotenshroudedWithmossesofmanytones,AndthegarthupafarwasnotovercrowdedWithamultitudeofwhitestones,Andtheman’seyesthenwerenotsosunkthatyousawthesocket—
  bones。
  KINGSTON—MAURWARDEWELEASE。
  "BYTHERUNICSTONE"
  (Twowhobecameastory)
  BytheRunicStoneTheysat,wherethegrassslopeddown,Andchattered,hewhite—hatted,sheinbrown,Pink—faced,breeze—blown。
  RapttherealoneInthetransportoftalkingsoInsuchaplace,therewasnothingtoletthemknowWhathourshadflown。
  AndthediethrownBythemheedlesslythere,thedentItwastocutintheirencompassment,Were,too,unknown。
  ItmighthavestrownTheirzestwithqualmstosee,Asinaglass,TimetosstheirhistoryFromzonetozone!
  THEPINKFROCK
  "Omyprettypinkfrock,Isha’n’tbeabletowearit!
  Whyishedyingjustnow?
  Ihardlycanbearit!
  "Hemighthavecontrivedtoliveon;
  Buttheysaythere’snohopewhatever:
  AndmustIshutmyselfup,Andgooutnever?
  "Omyprettypinkfrock,Puff—sleevedandaccordion—pleated!
  HemighthavepassedinJuly,Andnotsocheated!"
  TRANSFORMATIONS
  PortionofthisyewIsamanmygrandsireknew,Bosomedhereatitsfoot:
  Thisbranchmaybehiswife,AruddyhumanlifeNowturnedtoagreenshoot。
  ThesegrassesmustbemadeOfherwhooftenprayed,Lastcentury,forrepose;
  AndthefairgirllongagoWhomIoftentriedtoknowMaybeenteringthisrose。
  So,theyarenotunderground,ButasnervesandveinsaboundInthegrowthsofupperair,Andtheyfeelthesunandrain,AndtheenergyagainThatmadethemwhattheywere!
  INHERPRECINCTS
  Herhouselookedcoldfromthefoggylea,AndthesquareofeachwindowadullblackblurWhereshowednostir:
  Yes,hergloomwithinatthelackofmeSeemedmatchingmineatthelackofher。
  TheblacksquaresgrewtobesquaresoflightAstheeyeshadeswathedthehouseandlawn,Andviolsgavetone;
  Therewasgleewithin。AndIfoundthatnightThegloomofseveranceminealone。
  KINGSTON—MAURWARDPARK。
  THELASTSIGNAL
  (Oct。11,1886)
  AMEMORYOFWILLIAMBARNES
  SilentlyIfootedbyanuphillroadThatledfrommyabodetoaspotyew—boughed;
  Yellowlythesunslopedlowdowntowestward,Anddarkwastheeastwithcloud。
  Then,amidtheshadowofthatlividsadeast,Wherethelightwasleast,andagatestoodwide,Somethingflashedthefireofthesunthatwasfacingit,Likeabriefblazeonthatside。
  LookinghardandharderIknewwhatitmeant—
  Thesuddenshinesentfromthelivideastscene;
  Itmeantthewestmirroredbythecoffinofmyfriendthere,Turningtotheroadfromhisgreen,Totakehislastjourneyforth——hewhoinhisprimeTrudgedsomanyatimefromthatgateathwarttheland!
  Thusafarewelltomehesignalledonhisgrave—way,Aswithawaveofhishand。
  WINTERBORNE—CAMEPATH。
  THEHOUSEOFSILENCE
  "Thatisaquietplace—
  Thathouseinthetreeswiththeshadylawn。"
  "——If,child,youknewwhattheregoesonYouwouldnotcallitaquietplace。
  Why,aphantomabidesthere,thelastofitsrace,Andabrainspinstheretilldawn。"
  "ButIseenobodythere,—
  Nobodymovesaboutthegreen,Orwanderstheheavytreesbetween。"
  "——Ah,that’sbecauseyoudonotbearThevisioningpowersofsoulswhodareTopiercethematerialscreen。
  "Morning,noon,andnight,MidthosefunerealshadesthatseemTheuncannysceneryofadream,Figuresdancetoamindwithsight,AndmusicandlaughterlikefloodsoflightMakealltheprecinctsgleam。
  "Itisapoet’sbower,Throughwhichtherepass,infleetarrays,Longteamsofalltheyearsanddays,Ofjoysandsorrows,ofearthandheaven,Thatmeetmankindinitsagesseven,Anaioninanhour。"
  GREATTHINGS
  Sweetcyderisagreatthing,Agreatthingtome,SpinningdowntoWeymouthtownByRidgwaythirstily,AndmaidandmistresssummoningWhotendthehostelry:
  Ocyderisagreatthing,Agreatthingtome!
  Thedanceitisagreatthing,Agreatthingtome,WithcandleslitandpartnersfitFornight—longrevelry;
  Andgoinghomewhenday—dawningPeepspaleuponthelea:
  Odancingisagreatthing,Agreatthingtome!
  Loveis,yea,agreatthing,Agreatthingtome,When,havingdrawnacrossthelawnIndarknesssilently,Afigureflitslikeonea—wingOutfromthenearesttree:
  Oloveis,yes,agreatthing,Agreatthingtome!
  Willthesebealwaysgreatthings,Greatthingstome?……
  LetitbefallthatOnewillcall,"Soul,Ihaveneedofthee:"
  Whatthen?Joy—jaunts,impassionedflings,Love,anditsecstasy,Willalwayshavebeengreatthings,Greatthingstome!
  THECHIMES
  ThatmorningwhenItrodthetownThetwitchingchimesoflongrenownPlayedouttomeThesweetSiciliansailors’tune,AndIknewnotiflateorsoonMydaywouldbe:
  Adayofsunshineberyl—brightAndwindless;yea,thinkasImight,Icouldnotsay,Eventowithinyears’measure,whenOnewouldbeatmysidewhothenWasfaraway。
  WhenhardutilitariantimesHadstilledthesweetSaint—Peter’schimesIlearnttoseeThatbalemayspringwhereblissesare,AndonedesiredmightbeafarThoughneartome。
  THEFIGUREINTHESCENE
  ItpleasedhertostepinfrontandsitWherethecraggedslopewasgreen,WhileIstoodbackthatImightpencilitWithheramidthescene;
  Tillitgloomedandrained;
  ButIkepton,despitethedriftingwetThatfellandstainedMydraught,leavingforcuriousquizzingsyetTheblotsengrained。
  AndthusIdrewhertherealone,SeatedamidthegauzeOfmoisture,hooded,onlyheroutlineshown,Withrainfallmarkedacross。
  ——Soonpassedourstay;
  YetherrainyformistheGeniusstillofthespot,Immutable,yea,Thoughtheplacenowknowshernomore,andhasknownhernotEversincethatday。
  Fromanoldnote。
  "WHYDIDISKETCH"
  WhydidIsketchanuplandgreen,AndputthefigureinOfoneonthespotwithme?—
  FornowthatonehasceasedtobeseenThepicturewaxesakinToawordlessirony。
  IfyougodrawingondownorcliffLetnosoftcurvesintrudeOfawoman’ssilhouette,ButshowtheescarpmentsstarkandstiffAsinuttersolitude;
  Soshallyouhalfforget。
  LetmesoonerpassfromsightoftheskyThanagainonathoughtlessdayLimn,laugh,andsing,andrhymeWithawomansittingnear,whomI
  Paintinforlove,andwhomayBecalledhenceinmytime!
  Fromanoldnote。
  CONJECTURE
  IftherewereinmykalendarNoEmma,Florence,Mary,Whatwouldbemyexistencenow—
  Ahermit’s?——wanderer’sweary?—
  HowshouldIlive,andhowNearwouldbedeath,orfar?
  CouldithavebeenthatothereyesMighthaveuplitmyhighway?
  Thatfond,sad,retrospectivesightWouldcatchfromthisdimbywayPrizedfiguresdifferentquiteFromthosethatnowarise?
  WithhowstrangeaspectwouldtherecreepThedawn,thenight,thedaytime,IfmemorywerenotwhatitisInsong—time,toil,orpray—time。—
  Owereitelsethanthis,I’dpasstopulselesssleep!
  THEBLOW
  Thatnomanschemeditismyhope—
  Yea,thatitfellbywillandscopeOfThatWhichsomeenthrone,Andforwhosemeaningmyriadsgrope。
  ForIwouldnotthatofmykindThereshould,ofhisunbiassedmind,HavebeenoneknownWhosuchastrokecouldhavedesigned;
  SinceitwouldaugurworksandwaysBelowthelowestthatmanassaysTohavehurledthatstoneIntothesunshineofourdays!
  Andifitprovethatnomandid,AndthattheInscrutable,theHid,WascausealoneOfthisfoulcrashourlivesamid,I’llgoinduetime,andforgetInsomedeepgraveyard’soublietteThethingwhereofIgroan,Andceasefromtroubling;thankfulyetTime’sfingershouldhavestretchedtoshowNoaimfulauthor’swastheblowThatsweptusprone,ButtheImmanentDoer’sThatdothnotknow,WhichinsomeageunguessedofusMayliftItsblindingincubus,Andsee,andown:
  "ItgrievesmeIdidthusandthus!"
  LOVETHEMONOPOLIST
  (YoungLover’sReverie)
  Thetraindrawsforthfromthestation—yard,Andwithitcarriesme。
  Irise,andstretchout,andregardTheplatformleft,andseeAnairyslimblueformtherestanding,Andknowthatitisshe。
  WhilewithstrainedvisionIwatchon,ThefigureturnsroundquiteTogreetfriendsgaily;thenisgone……
  Theimportmaybeslight,ButwhyremainedshenothardgazingTillIwasoutofsight?
  "Odonotchatwithothersthere,"
  Ibrood。"TheyarenotI。
  OstrainyourthoughtsasiftheywereGoldbandsbetweenus;eyeAllneighbourscenesassomuchblanknessTillIagainamby!
  "AtroubledsoughinginthebreezeAndtheskyoverheadLetyourselffeel;andshadefultrees,Ripecorn,andapplesred,ReadasthingsbarrenanddistastefulWhileweareseparated!
  "WhenIcomebackuncloakyourgloom,Andletinlovelyday;
  ThenthelongdarkasofthetombCanwellbethrustawayWithsweetthingsIshallhavetopractise,Andyouwillhavetosay!"
  Begun1871:finished—
  ATMIDDLE—FIELDGATEINFEBRUARY
  ThebarsarethickwithdropsthatshowAstheygatherthemselvesfromthefogLikesilverbuttonsrangedinarow,Andasevenlyspacedasifmeasured,althoughTheyfallatthefeeblestjog。
  Theyloadtheleaflesshedgehardby,Andthebladesoflastyear’sgrass,WhilethefallowploughlandturnedupnighInrawrolls,clammyandclogginglie—
  Toocloggingforfeettopass。
  Howdryitwasonafar—backdayWhenstrawshungthehedgeandaround,WhenamidthesheavesinamorousplayIncurtainedbonnetsandlightarrayBloomedabevynowunderground!
  BOCKHAMPTONLANE。
  THEYOUTHWHOCARRIEDALIGHT
  Isawhimpassasthenewdaydawned,Murmuringsomemusicalphrase;
  Horsesweredrinkingandflounderinginthepond,Andthetiredstarsthinnedtheirgaze;
  Yetthesewerenotthespectaclesatallthatheconned,Butaninnerone,givingoutrays。
  Suchwasthethinginhiseye,walkingthere,Theveryandvisiblething,Acloselight,displacingthegrayofthemorningair,Andthetokensthatthedarkwastakingwing;
  AndwasitnottheradianceofapurposerareThatmightripetoitsaccomplishing?
  Whatbecameofthatlight?Iwonderstillitsfate!
  Wasitquenchedereitsfullapogee?
  Diditstrugglefrailandfrailertoabeamemaciate?
  Diditthrivetillmaturedinverity?
  Ordidittravelon,tobeanewyoungdreamer’sfreight,Andthenceoninfinitely?
  1915。
  THEHEADABOVETHEFOG
  SomethingdoIseeAbovethefogthatsheetsthemead,Afigureliketolifeindeed,Movingalongwithspectre—speed,Seenbynonebutme。
  Othevisionkeen!—
  TrippingalongtomeforloveAsinthefleshitusedtomove,OnlyitshatandplumeaboveTheeveningfog—fleeceseen。
  Intheday—fallwan,Whennightedbirdsbreakofftheirsong,Mereghostlyheaditskimsalong,Justasitdidwhenwarmandstrong,Bodyseeminggone。
  SuchitisIseeAbovethefogthatsheetsthemead—
  Yea,thatwhichoncecouldbreatheandplead!—
  Skimmingalongwithspectre—speedToalasttrystwithme。
  OVERLOOKINGTHERIVERSTOUR
  TheswallowsflewinthecurvesofaneightAbovetheriver—gleamInthewetJune’slastbeam:
  LikelittlecrossbowsanimateTheswallowsflewinthecurvesofaneightAbovetheriver—gleam。
  PlaningupshavingsofcrystalsprayAmoor—hendartedoutFromthebankthereabout,Andthroughthestream—shinerippedhisway;
  PlaningupshavingsofcrystalsprayAmoor—hendartedout。
  Closedwerethekingcups;andthemeadDrippedinmonotonousgreen,Thoughtheday’smorningsheenHadshownitgoldenandhoneybee’d;
  Closedwerethekingcups;andthemeadDrippedinmonotonousgreen。
  AndneverIturnedmyhead,alack,WhilethesethingsmetmygazeThroughthepane’sdrop—drenchedglaze,Toseethemorebehindmyback……
  OneverIturned,butlet,alack,Theselessthingsholdmygaze!
  THEMUSICALBOX
  LifelongtobeSeemedthefaircolourofthetime;
  ThattherewasstandingshadowednearAspiritwhosangtothegentlechimeOftheself—strucknotes,Ididnothear,Ididnotsee。
  ThusdiditsingTothemindlesslyrethatplayedindoorsAsshecametolistenformewithout:
  "Ovaluewhatthenonceoutpours—
  Thisbestoflife——thatshinesaboutYourwelcoming!"
  IhadslowedalongAfterthetorridhoursweredone,ThoughstillthepostsandwallsandroadFlungbacktheirsenseofthehot—facedsun,AndhadwalkedbyStoursideMill,wherebroadStream—liliesthrong。
  AndIdescriedTheduskyhousethatstoodapart,Andher,white—muslined,waitingthereIntheporchwithhigh—expectantheart,WhilestillthethinmechanicairWentoninside。
  AtwhileswouldflitSwartbats,whosewings,be—webbedandtanned,Whirredlikethewheelsofancientclocks:
  ShelaughedahailingasshescannedMeinthegloom,thetunefulboxIntoningit。
  LifelongtobeIthoughtit。ThattherewatchedhardbyAspiritwhosangtotheindoortune,"Omakethemostofwhatisnigh!"
  Ididnothearinmydullsoul—swoon—
  Ididnotsee。
  ONSTURMINSTERFOOT—BRIDGE
  (ONOMATOPOEIC)
  Reticulationscreepupontheslackstream’sfaceWhenthewindskimsirritablypast,ThecurrentcluckssmartlyintoeachhollowplaceThatyearsoffloodhavescrabbledinthepier’ssoddenbase;
  Thefloating—lilyleavesrotfast。
  Onaroofstandtheswallowsrangedinwistfulwaitingrows,TilltheyarrowoffanddroplikestonesAmongtheeyot—withiesatwhosefoottheriverflows;
  AndbeneaththeroofisshewhointhedarkworldshowsAsalattice—gleamwhenmidnightmoans。
  ROYALSPONSORS
  "Thekingandthequeenwillstandtothechild;
  ’Twillbehandeddowninsong;
  Andit’snomorethantheirdeserving,WithmylordsofaithfulatCourtsolong,Andsostaunchandstrong。
  "Oneverbeforewasknownsuchathing!
  ’Twillbeagrandtimeforall;
  Andthebeefwillbeawhole—roastbullock,Andtheservantswillhaveafeastinthehall,Andtheladiesaball。
  "WhilefromJordan’sstreambyatraveller,Inaflagonofsilverwrought,Andbycaravan,stage—coach,wain,andwaggonAprecioustricklehasbeenbrought,Clearaswhencaught。"
  Themorningcame。TotheparkofthepeerTheroyalcouplebore;
  AndthefontwasfilledwiththeJordanwater,AndthehouseholdawaitedtheirguestsbeforeThecarpeteddoor。
  Butwhentheywenttothesilk—linedcotThechildwasfoundtohavedied。
  "What’snowtobedone?WecandisappointnotThekingandqueen!"thefamilycriedWitheyesspreadwide。
  "Evennowtheyapproachthechestnut—drive!
  Theservicemustberead。"
  "Well,sincewecan’tchristenthechildalive,ByGodweshallhavetochristenhimdead!"
  Themarquissaid。
  Thus,breath—forsaken,acorpsewastakenTotheprivatechapel——yea—
  Andthekingknewnot,northequeen,Godwot,ThattheyansweredforonereturnedtoclayAtthefontthatday。
  OLDFURNITURE
  IknownothowitmaybewithothersWhositamidrelicsofhouseholdryThatdatefromthedaysoftheirmothers’mothers,ButwellIknowhowitiswithmeContinually。
  IseethehandsofthegenerationsThatownedeachshinyfamiliarthingInplayonitsknobsandindentations,AndwithitsancientfashioningStilldallying:
  Handsbehindhands,growingpalerandpaler,Asinamirroracandle—flameShowsimagesofitself,eachfrailerAsitrecedes,thoughtheeyemayframeItsshapethesame。
  Ontheclock’sdulldialafoggyfinger,MovingtosettheminutesrightWithtentativetouchesthatliftandlingerInthewontofamothonasummernight,Creepstomysight。
  Onthisoldviol,too,fingersaredancing—
  Aswhilom——justoverthestringsbythenut,Thetipofabowreceding,advancingInairyquivers,asifitwouldcutTheplaintivegut。
  AndIseeafacebythatboxfortinder,Glowingforthinfitsfromthedark,Andfadingagain,asthelintencinderKindlestoredattheflintyspark,Orgoesoutstark。
  Well,well。Itisbesttobeupanddoing,Theworldhasnouseforoneto—dayWhoeyesthingsthus——noaimpursuing!
  Heshouldnotcontinueinthisstay,Butsinkaway。
  ATHOUGHTINTWOMOODS
  Isawit——pinkandwhite——revealedUponthewhiteandgreen;
  Thewhiteandgreenwasadaisiedfield,ThepinkandwhiteEthleen。
  AndasIlookeditseemedinkindThatdifferencetheyhadnone;
  ThetwofairbodimentscombinedAsvariedmiensofone。
  Asensethat,insomemoulderingyear,Asonetheybothwouldlie,MadememovequicklyontoherTopassthepalethoughtby。
  Shelaughedandsaid:"Outthere,tome,Youlookedsoweather—browned,Andbrowninclothes,youseemedtobeMadeofthedustyground!"
  THELASTPERFORMANCE
  "Iamplayingmyoldesttunes,"declaredshe,"AlltheoldtunesIknow,—
  ThoseIlearnteversolongago。"
  —Whysheshouldthinkjustthenshe’dplaythemSilencecloakslikesnow。
  WhenIreturnedfromthetownatnightfallNotescontinuedtopourAswhenIhadlefttwohoursbefore:
  It’stheverylasttime,"shesaidinclosing;
  "FromnowIplaynomore。"
  Afewmornsonwardfoundherfading,And,asherlifeoutflew,Ithoughtofherplayinghertunesrightthrough;
  AndIfeltshehadknownofwhatwascoming,Andwonderedhowsheknew。
  1912。
  "YOUONTHETOWER"
  I
  "Youonthetowerofmyfactory—
  Whatdoyouseeupthere?
  DoyouseeEnjoymentwithwidewingsAdvancingtoreachmehere?"
  —"Yea;IseeEnjoymentwithwidewingsAdvancingtoreachyouhere。"
  II
  "Good。SoonI’llcomeandaskyouTotellmeagainthereon……
  Well,whatishedoingnow?Hoi,there!"
  ——"Hestillisflyingon。"
  "Ah,waitingtillIhavefull—finished。
  Good。Tellmeagainanon……
  III
  Hoi,Watchman!I’mhere。Whencomeshe?
  BetweenmysweatsIamchill。"
  ——"Oh,youthere,workingstill?
  Why,surelyhereachedyouatimeback,Andtookyoumilesfromyourmill?
  Hedulycameinhiswinging,Andnowhehaspassedoutofview。
  Howcanitbethatyoumissedhim?
  Hebrushedyoubyasheflew。"
  THEINTERLOPER
  "AndIsawthefigureandvisageofMadnessseekingforahome。"
  Therearethreefolkdrivinginaquaintoldchaise,Andthecliff—sidetracklooksgreenandfair;
  IviewthemtalkinginquietgleeAstheydropdowntowardsthepuffins’lairBytheroughestofways;
  Butanotherwiththethreerideson,Isee,WhomIlikenottobethere!
  No:it’snotanybodyyouthinkof。NextAdwellingappearsbyaslowsweetstreamWheretwosithappyandhalfinthedark:
  Theyread,helpedoutbyafrail—wick’dgleam,Somerhythmictext;
  Butonesitswiththemwhomtheydon’tmark,OneI’mwishingcouldnotbethere。
  No:notwhomyouknewandname。AndnowIdiscerngaydinersinamansion—place,Andtheguestsdroppingwit——pert,prim,orchoice,Andthehostess’stenderandlaughingface,Andthehost’sblandbrow;
  Icannothelphearingahollowvoice,AndI’dfainnothearitthere。
  No:it’snotfromthestrangeryoumetonce。Ah,Yetagoodlierscenethanthatsucceeds;
  Peopleonalawn——quiteacrowdofthem。Yes,Andtheychatterandrambleasfancyleads;
  Andtheysay,"Hurrah!"
  Toablithespeechmade;saveone,mirthless,Whooughtnottobethere。
  Nay:it’snotthepaleFormyourimagingsraise,Thatwaitsonusallatadestinedtime,ItisnottheFourthFiguretheFurnaceshowed,Othatitweresuchashapesublime;
  Intheselatterdays!
  Itisthatunderwhichbestlivescorrode;
  Would,woulditcouldnotbethere!
  LOGSONTHEHEARTH
  AMEMORYOFASISTER
  ThefireadvancesalongthelogOfthetreewefelled,WhichbloomedandborestripedapplesbythepeckTillitslasthourofbearingknelled。
  TheforkthatfirstmyhandwouldreachAndthenmyfootInclimbingsupwardinchbyinch,liesnowSawn,sapless,darkeningwithsoot。
  Wherethebarkcharsiswhere,oneyear,Itwaspruned,andbled—
  Thenovergrewthewound。Butnow,atlast,Itsgrowingsallhavestagnated。
  Myfellow—climberrisesdimFromherchillygrave—
  Justasshewas,herfootnearmineonthebendinglimb,Laughing,heryoungbrownhandawave。
  December1915。
  THESUNSHADE
  Ah——it’stheskeletonofalady’ssunshade,Hereatmyfeetinthehardrock’schink,Merelyanakedsheafofwires!—
  TwentyyearshavegonewiththeirliversanddiersSinceitwassilkedinitswhiteorpink。
  Noonshineriddlestheribsofthesunshade,Nomoreascreenfromtheweakestray;
  Nothingtotellusthehueofitsdyes,NothingbutrustybonesasitliesInitscoffinofstone,unseentillto—day。
  Whereisthewomanwhocarriedthatsun—shadeUpanddownthisseasideplace?—
  Littlethumbstandingagainstitsstem,Thoughtsperhapsbentonalove—stratagem,Softeningyetmorethealreadysoftface!
  IsthefairwomanwhocarriedthatsunshadeAskeletonjustasherpropertyis,Laidinthechinkthatnonemayscan?
  Anddoessheregret——ifregretdustcan—
  Thevainthingsthoughtwhensheflourishedthis?
  SWANAGECLIFFS。
  THEAGEINGHOUSE
  WhenthewallswereredThatnowareseenTobeoverspreadWithamouldygreen,AfreshfairheadWouldoftenleanFromthesunnycasementAndscanthescene,Whileblithelyspokethewindtothelittlesycamoretree。
  ButstormshaveragedThosewallsabout,AndtheheadhasagedThatoncelookedout;
  AndzestissuagedAndtrustisdoubt,AndsloweffacementIsrifethroughout,Whilefiercelygirdsthewindatthelong—limbedsycamoretree!
  THECAGEDGOLDFINCH
  Withinachurchyard,onarecentgrave,IsawalittlecageThatjailedagoldfinch。AllwassilencesaveItshopsfromstagetostage。
  Therewasinquiryinitswistfuleye,Andonceittriedtosing;
  Ofhimorherwhoplaceditthere,andwhy,Nooneknewanything。
  ATMADAMETUSSAUD’SINVICTORIANYEARS
  "Thatsamefirstfiddlerwholeadstheorchestrato—nightHerefiddledfourdecadesofyearsago;
  Hebearsthesamebabe—likesmileofself—centreddelight,Sametrinketonwatch—chain,sameringonthehandwiththebow。
  "Buthisface,ifregarded,iswoefullywanner,anddrier,Andhisoncedarkbeardhasgrownstragglingandgray;
  Yetablissfulexistenceheseemstohaveledwithhislyre,Inatranceofhisown,wherenowearingortearinghadsway。
  "Midthesewaxfigures,whonothingcando,itmayseemThattodobutalittlethingcountsagreatdeal;
  Tobewatchedbykings,councillors,queens,maybeflatteringtohim—
  Withtheirglasseyeslongingtheytoocouldwakenotesthatappeal。"
  ***
  Ah,butheplayedstaunchly——thatfiddler——whoeverhewas,Withtheinnocentheartandthesoul—touchingstring:
  MayhefindtheFairHaven!Fordidhenotsmilewithgoodcause?
  Yes;gamutsthatgracedfortyyears’—flightwerenotasmallthing!
  THEBALLET
  Theycrushtogether——arustlingheapofflesh—
  Ofmorethanflesh,aheapofsouls;andthenTheypart,enmesh,Andcrushtogetheragain,LikethepinkpetalsofatoosanguineroseFrightenedshutjustwhenitblows。
  Thoughallalikeintheirtinsellivery,Andindistinguishableatasweepingglance,Theymuster,maybe,Asliveswideinirrelevance;
  Aworldofherownhaseachoneunderneath,Detachedasaswordfromitssheath。
  Daughters,wives,mistresses;honestorfalse,sold,bought;
  Heartsofallsizes;gay,fond,gushing,orpenned,VariousinthoughtOflover,rival,friend;
  Linksinaone—pulsedchain,allshowingonesmile,Yetseveredsomanyamile!
  THEFIVESTUDENTS
  Thesparrowdipsinhiswheel—rutbath,Thesungrowspassionate—eyed,Andboilsthedewtosmokebythepaddock—path;
  Asstrenuouslywestride,—
  Fiveofus;darkHe,fairHe,darkShe,fairShe,I,Allbeatingby。
  Theairisshaken,thehigh—roadhot,Shadowlessswoonstheday,Thegreensaresoberedandcattleatrest;butnotWeonoururgentway,—
  Fourofus;fairShe,darkShe,fairHe,I,arethere,Butone——elsewhere。
  Autumnmouldsthehardfruitmellow,AndforwardstillwepressThroughmoors,briar—meshedplantations,clay—pitsyellow,Asinthespringhours——yes,Threeofus:fairHe,fairShe,I,asheretofore,But——fallenonemore。
  Theleafdrops:earthwormsdrawitinAtnight—timenoiselessly,Thefingersofbirchandbeechareskeleton—thin,Andyetonthebeatarewe,—
  Twoofus;fairShe,I。ButnomorelefttogoThetrackweknow。
  Iciclestagthechurch—aisleleads,Theflag—ropegibbershoarse,Thehome—boundfoot—folkwraptheirsnow—flakedheads,YetIstillstalkthecourse,—
  Oneofus……DarkandfairHe,darkandfairShe,gone:
  Therest——anon。
  THEWIND’SPROPHECY
  Itravelonbybarrenfarms,AndgullsglintoutlikesilverflecksAgainstacloudthatspeaksofwrecks,Andbelliesdownwithblackalarms。
  Isay:"Thusfrommylady’sarmsIgo;thosearmsIlovethebest!"
  Thewindrepliesfromdipandrise,"Nay;towardherarmsthoujourneyest。"
  AdistantvergemoroselygrayAppears,whileclotsofflyingfoamBreakfromitsmuddymonochrome,Andalightblinksupfaraway。
  Isigh:"MyeyesnowasalldayBeholdherebonloopsofhair!"
  Likeburstingbondsthewindresponds,"Nay,waitfortressesflashingfair!"
  FromtidestheloftycoastlandsscreenComesmitingsliketheslamofdoors,Orhammeringsonhollowfloors,Astheswellcleavesthroughcavesunseen。
  SayI:"Thoughbroadthiswildterrene,Hercityhomeismatchedofnone!"
  Fromthehoarseskiesthewindreplies:
  "Thoushouldsthavesaidhersea—bordone。"
  Theall—prevailingcloudsexcludeTheonequicktimoroustransientstar;
  ThewavesoutsidewherebreakersareHuzzalikeamadmultitude。
  "Wherethesunupsit,mist—imbued,"
  Icry,"therereignsthestarforme!"
  Thewindoutshrieksfrompointsandpeaks:
  "Here,westward,whereitdowns,meanye!"
  Yondertheheadland,vulturine,SnoreslikeoldSkrymerinhissleep,AndeverychasmandeverysteepBlackensaswakeseachpharos—shine。
  "Iroam,butoneissafelymine,"
  Isay。"Godgrantshestaymyown!"
  Lowlaughsthewindasifitgrinned:
  "ThyLoveisonethou’stnotyetknown。"
  Rewrittenfromanoldcopy。
  DURINGWINDANDRAIN
  Theysingtheirdearestsongs—
  He,she,allofthem——yea,Trebleandtenorandbass,Andonetoplay;
  Withthecandlesmooningeachface……
  Ah,no;theyearsO!
  Howthesickleavesreeldowninthrongs!
  Theyclearthecreepingmoss—
  Eldersandjuniors——aye,MakingthepathwaysneatAndthegardengay;
  Andtheybuildashadyseat……
  Ah,no;theyears,theyears;
  See,thewhitestorm—birdswingacross!
  Theyareblithelybreakfastingall—
  Menandmaidens——yea,Underthesummertree,Withaglimpseofthebay,Whilepetfowlcometotheknee……
  Ah,no;theyearsO!
  Andtherottenroseisriptfromthewall。
  Theychangetoahighnewhouse,He,she,allofthem——aye,ClocksandcarpetsandchairsOnthelawnallday,Andbrightestthingsthataretheirs……
  Ah,no;theyears,theyears;
  Downtheircarvednamestherain—dropploughs。
  HEPREFERSHEREARTHLY
  Thisafter—sunsetisasightforseeing,Cliff—headsofcraggycloudsurroundingit。
  ——Anddwellyouinthatglory—show?
  Youmay;fortherearestrangestrangethingsinbeing,StrangerthanIknow。
  YetifthatchasmofsplendourclaimyourpresenceWhichglowsbetweentheashcloudandthedun,Howchangedmustbeyourmortalmould!
  Changedtoafirmament—ridingearthlessessenceFromwhatyouwereofold:
  AlltoounlikethefondandfragilecreatureThenknowntome……Well,shallIsayitplain?
  Iwouldnothaveyouthusandthere,Butstillwouldgrieveon,missingyou,stillfeatureYouastheoneyouwere。
  THEDOLLS
  "Wheneveryoudressmedolls,mammy,Whydoyoudressthemso,Andmakethemgallantsoldiers,WhenneveraoneIknow;
  AndnotasgentleladiesWithfrillsandfrocksandcurls,AspeopledressthedolliesOfotherlittlegirls?"
  Ah——whydidshenotanswer:—
  "Becauseyourmammy’sheedIsalwaysgallantsoldiers,Aswellmaybe,indeed。
  Oneofthemwasyourdaddy,HisnameImustnottell;
  He’snotthedadwholiveshere,ButoneIlovetoowell。"
  MOLLYGONE
  NomoresummerforMollyandme;
  Thereissnowonthetree,Andtheblackbirdsplumplargeastherooksare,almost,AndthewaterishardWheretheyusedtodipbillsatthedawnereherfigurewaslostTothesecoasts,nowmyprisonclose—barred。
  NomoreplantingbyMollyandmeWherethebedsusedtobeOfsweet—william;notrainingtheclamberingroseBytheframeworkoffirNowboweringthepathway,whereonitswingsgailyandblowsAsifcallingcommendmentfromher。
  NomorejauntingsbyMollyandmeTothetownbythesea,OralongoverWhitesheettoWynyard’sgreenGap,CatchingMontacuteCrestTotherightagainstSedgmoor,andCorton—Hill’sfar—distantcap,AndPilsdonandLewsdontowest。
  NomoresingingbyMollytomeIntheeveningswhensheWasinmoodandinvoice,andthecandleswerelit,Andpasttheporch—quoinTherayswouldspringoutonthelaurels;anddumbledoreshitOnthepane,asifwishingtojoin。
  Where,then,isMolly,who’snomorewithme?
  ——AsIstandonthislea,Thinkingthus,there’samany—flamedstarintheair,ThattossesasignThatherglanceisregardingitsfacefromherhome,sothatthereHereyesmayhavemeetingswithmine。
  ABACKWARDSPRING
  Thetreesareafraidtoputforthbuds,Andthereistimidityinthegrass;
  Theplotsliegraywheregougedbyspuds,AndwhethernextweekwillpassFreeofslysourwindsisthefretofeachbushOfbarberrywaitingtobloom。
  Yetthesnowdrop’sfacebetraysnogloom,Andtheprimrosepantsinitsheedlesspush,Thoughthemyrtleasksifit’sworththefightThisyearwithfrostandrimeToventureonemoretimeOndelicateleavesandbuttonsofwhiteFromtheselfsameboughasatlastyear’sprime,AndnevertoruminateonorrememberWhathappenedtoitinmid—December。
  April1917。
  LOOKINGACROSS
  I
  Itisdarkinthesky,AndsilenceiswhereOurlaughsranghigh;
  AndrecalldoI
  ThatOneisoutthere。
  II
  Thedawnisnotnigh,Andthetreesarebare,AndthewaterwayssighThatayearhasdrawnby,AndTwoareoutthere。
  III
  ThewinddropstodieLikethephantomofCareToofrailforacry,AndheartbringstoeyeThatThreeareoutthere。
  IV
  ThisLiferunsdryThatonceranrareAndrosyindye,Andfleetthedaysfly,AndFourareoutthere。
  V
  Tired,tiredamI
  Ofthisearthlyair,Andmywraithasks:Why,Sincethesecalmlie,ArenotFiveoutthere?
  December1915。
  ATASEASIDETOWNIN1869
  (YoungLover’sReverie)
  Iwentandstoodoutsidemyself,SpelledthedarkskyAndship—lightsnigh,Andgrumblingwindsthatpassedthereby。
  ThennextinsidemyselfIlooked,Andthere,aboveAll,shonemyLove,Thatnothingmatchedtheimageof。
  BeyondmyselfagainIranged;
  AndsawthefreeLifebythesea,Andfolkindifferenttome。
  O’twasacharmtodrawwithinThereafter,whereButshewas;careForonethingonly,herhidthere!
  Butsoitchanced,withoutmyselfIhadtolook,AndthenItookMoreheedofwhatIhadlongforsook:
  Theboats,thesands,theesplanade,Thelaughingcrowd;
  Light—hearted,loudGreetingsfromsomenotill—endowed;
  Theeveningsunlitcliffs,thetalk,Hailingsandhalts,Thekeensea—salts,Theband,theMorgenblatterWaltz。
  Still,whenatnightIdrewinsideForwardshecame,Sad,butthesameAswhenIfirsthadknownhername。
  Thenroseatimewhen,asbyforce,OutwardlywooedBycontactscrude,Herimageinabeyancestood……
  AtlastIsaid:ThisoutsidelifeShallnotendure;
  I’llseekthepureThought—world,andbaskinherallure。
  MyselfagainIcreptwithin,ScannedwithkeencareThetemplewhereShe’dshone,butcouldnotfindherthere。
  Isoughtandsought。ButOhersoulHasnotsincethrownUponmyownOnebeam!Yea,sheisgone,isgone。
  Fromanoldnote。
  THEGLIMPSE
  ShespedthroughthedoorAnd,followinginhaste,Andstirredtothecore,Ienteredhot—faced;
  ButIcouldnotfindher,Nosignwasbehindher。
  "Whereisshe?"Isaid:
  —"Who?"theyaskedthatsatthere;
  "Notasoul’scomeinsight。"
  —"Amaidwithredhair。"
  —"Ah。"Theypaled。"Sheisdead。
  Peopleseeheratnight,ButyouarethefirstOnwhomshehasburstInthekeencommonlight。"
  Itwasagesago,WhenIwasquitestrong:
  Ihavewaitedsince,——O,Ihavewaitedsolong!
  —Yea,IsetmetoownThehouse,wherenowloneIdwellinvoidroomsBoominghollowastombs!
  ButInevercomenearher,ThoughnightlyIhearher。
  AndmycheekhasgrownthinAndmyhairhasgrowngrayWiththiswaitingtherein;
  Butshestillkeepsaway!
  THEPEDESTRIAN
  ANINCIDENTOF1883
  "Sir,willyouletmegiveyouaride?
  NoxVenit,andtheheathiswide。"
  —Myphaeton—lanternshoneononeYoung,fair,evenfresh,Butburdenedwithflesh:
  Aleathernsatchelathisside,Hisbreathingsshort,hiscoatundone。
  ’TwasasifhiscorpulentfiguresloppedWiththeshakeofhiswalkingwhenhestopped,And,thoughthenight’spinchgrewacute,HeworebutathinWind—thriddedsuit,Yetwell—shapedshoesforwalkingin,Artisticbeaver,canegold—topped。
  "Alas,myfriend,"hesaidwithasmile,"Iamdailyboundtofoottenmile—
  Wet,dry,ordark——beforeIrest。
  SixmonthstoliveMydoctorsgiveMeasmyprospecthere,atbest,UnlessIvampmysturdiest!"
  Hisvoicewasthatofamanrefined,Aman,onewellcouldfeel,ofmind,Quitewinninginitsmusicalease;
  ButinmouldmalignedBysomedisease;
  AndIaskedagain。Butheshookhishead;
  Then,asifmoreweredue,hesaid:—
  "AstudentwasI——ofSchopenhauer,Kant,Hegel,——andthefountainedbowerOftheMuses,too,knewmyregard:
  Butah——IfearmeThegravegapesnearme!……
  WouldIcouldthisgrosssheathdiscard,Andriseanetherealshape,unmarred!"
  HowIrememberhim!——hisshortbreath,Hisaspect,markedforearlydeath,Ashedroppedintothenightforever;
  OnecaughtinhisprimeOfhighendeavour;
  FromallphilosophiessoontoseverThroughanunconsciencedtrickofTime!
  "WHO’SINTHENEXTROOM?"
  "Who’sinthenextroom?——who?
  IseemedtoseeSomebodyinthedawningpassingthrough,Unknowntome。"
  "Nay:yousawnought。Hepassedinvisibly。"
  "Who’sinthenextroom?——who?
  IseemtohearSomebodymutteringfirminalanguagenewThatchillstheear。"
  "No:youcatchnothistonguewhohasenteredthere。"
  "Who’sinthenextroom?——who?
  IseemtofeelHisbreathlikeaclammydraught,asifitdrewFromthePolarWheel。"
  "No:nonewhobreathesatalldoesthedoorconceal。"
  "Who’sinthenextroom?——who?
  AfigurewanWithamessagetooneinthereofsomethingdue?
  ShallIknowhimanon?"
  "Yeahe;andhebroughtsuch;andyou’llknowhimanon。"
  ATACOUNTRYFAIR
  AtabygoneWesterncountryfairIsawagiantledbyadwarfWitharedstringlikealongthinscarf;
  HowmuchhewasthestrongerthereThegiantseemedunaware。
  AndthenIsawthatthegiantwasblind,Andthedwarfashrewd—eyedlittlething;
  Thegiant,mild,timid,obeyedthestringAsifhehadnoindependentmind,Orwillofanykind。
  WhereverthedwarfdecidedtogoAthisheelstheothertrottedmeekly,(Perhaps——Iknownot——reproachingweakly)
  LikeoneFatebadethatitmustbeso,Whetherhewishedorno。
  VarioussightsinvariousclimesIhaveseen,andmoreImayseeyet,ButthatsightnevershallIforget,Andhavethoughtitthesorriestofpantomimes,Ifonce,ahundredtimes!
  THEMEMORIALBRASS:186—
  "Whydoyouweepthere,Osweetlady,Whydoyouweepbeforethatbrass?—
  (I’mamerestudentsketchingthemediaeval)
  Issomelatedeathlinedthere,alas?—
  Yourfather’s?……Well,allpaythedebtthatpaidhe!"
  "Youngman,OmustItell!——Myhusband’s!AndunderHisnameIsetmine,andmyDEATH!—
  Itsdateleftvacanttillmyheirsshouldfillit,Statingmefaithfultillmylastbreath。"
  —"Madam,thatyouareawidowwakesmywonder!"
  "Owait!ForlastmonthI——remarried!
  AndnowIfear’twasadeedamiss。
  We’vejustcomehome。AndIamsickandsaddenedAtwhatthenewonewillsaytothis;
  Andwillhethink——thinkthatIshouldhavetarried?
  "Imayadd,surely,——withnowishtoharmhim—
  Thathe’satemper——yes,Ifear!
  AndwhenhecomestochurchnextSundaymorning,Andseesthatwritten……Odear,Odear!
  —"Madam,Iswearyourbeautywilldisarmhim!"
  HERLOVE—BIRDS
  WhenIlookedupatmylove—birdsThatSundayafternoon,TherewasintheirtinytuneAdyingfetchlikebrokenwords,WhenIlookedupatmylove—birdsThatSundayafternoon。
  Whenhe,too,scannedthelove—birdsOnenteringtherethatday,’TwasasifhehadnoughttosayOfhislongjourneycitywards,Whenhe,too,scannedthelove—birds,Onenteringtherethatday。
  Andbilledandbilledthelove—birds,As’twereinfonddespairAtthestressofsilencewhereHadoncebeentonesintenorthirds,Andbilledandbilledthelove—birdsAs’twereinfonddespair。
  O,hisspeechthatchilledthelove—birds,Andsmotelikedeathonme,AsIlearntwhatwastobe,Andknewmylifewasbrokeinsherds!
  O,hisspeechthatchilledthelove—birds,Andsmotelikedeathonme!
  PAYINGCALLS
  IwentbyfootpathandbystileBeyondwherebustleends,StrayedhereamileandthereamileAndcalleduponsomefriends。
  OncertainonesIhadnotseenForyearspastdidIcall,AndthenonotherswhohadbeenTheoldestfriendsofall。
  ItwasthetimeofmidsummerWhentheyhadusedtoroam;
  Butnow,thoughtemptingwastheair,Ifoundthemallathome。
  IspoketooneandotherofthemBymoundandstoneandtreeOfthingswehaddoneeredaysweredim,Buttheyspokenottome。
  THEUPPERBIRCH—LEAVES
  Warmyellowy—greenIntheblueserene,HowtheyskipandswayOnthisautumnday!
  TheycannotknowWhathashappenedbelow,—
  ThattheirboughsdownthereArealreadyquitebare,ThattheirownwillbeWhenaweekhaspassed,—
  FortheyjigasingleeTothisverylast。
  Butno;thereliesAttimesintheirtuneAnotethatcriesWhatatfirstIfearIdidnothear:
  "OwerememberAteachwind’shollo—
  Thoughlifeholdsyet—
  Wegohencesoon,For’tisNovember;
  —ButthatyoufollowYoumayforget!"
  "ITNEVERLOOKSLIKESUMMER"
  "ItneverlookslikesummerhereOnBeenybythesea。"
  Butthoughshesawitslookasdrear,Summeritseemedtome。
  ItneverlookslikesummernowWhateverweather’sthere;
  Butah,itcannotanyhow,OnBeenyorelsewhere!
  BOSCASTLE,March8,1913。
  EVERYTHINGCOMES
  "ThehouseisbleakandcoldBuiltsonewforme!
  AllthewindsuponthewoldSearchitthroughforme;
  Noscreeningtreesabound,AndthecuriouseyesaroundKeeponviewforme。"
  "MyLove,IamplantingtreesAsascreenforyouBothfromwinds,andeyesthatteaseAndpeerinforyou。
  Onlywaittilltheyhavegrown,NosuchbowerwillbeknownAsImeanforyou。"
  "ThenIwillbearit,Love,Andwillwait,"shesaid。
  —So,withyears,theregrewagrove。
  "Skillhowgreat!"shesaid。
  "Asyouwished,Dear?"——"Yes,Isee!
  But——I’mdying;andforme’Tistoolate,"shesaid。
  THEMANWITHAPAST
  Therewasmerry—makingWhenthefirstdartfellAsaheralding,—
  Tillgrinnedthefullybaredthing,Andfrozelikeaspell—
  Likeaspell。
  Innocentwasshe,InnocentwasI,Toosimplewe!
  Beforeuswedidnotsee,Nearing,aughtwry—
  Aughtwry!
  Icantellitnotnow,Itwaslongago;
  Andsuchthingscow;
  ButthatiswhyandhowTwoliveswereso—
  Wereso。
  Yes,theyearsmatured,AndtheblowswerethreeThattimeensuredOnher,whichshedumblyendured;
  Andoneonme—
  Oneonme。
  HEFEARSHISGOODFORTUNE
  TherewasaglorioustimeAtanepochofmyprime;
  Morningsberyl—bespread,Andeveningsgolden—red;
  Nothinggray:
  AndinmyheartIsaid,"Howeverthischancedtobe,Itistoofullforme,Toorare,toorapturous,rash,ItsspellmustclosewithacrashSomeday!"
  TheradiancewentonAnonandyetanon,AndsweetnessfellaroundLikemannaontheground。
  "I’venoclaim,"
  SaidI,"tobethuscrowned:
  Iamnotworthythis:—
  Mustitnotgoamiss?—
  Well……lettheendforeseenComeduly!——Iamserene。"
  ——Anditcame。
  HEWONDERSABOUTHIMSELF
  Nousehoping,orfeelingvext,TuggedbyaforceaboveorunderLikesomefantocine,muchIwonderWhatIshallfindmedoingnext!
  ShallIberushingwherebrighteyesbe?
  ShallIbesufferingsorrowsseven?
  ShallIbewatchingthestarsofheaven,Thinkingoneofthemlookslikethee?
  PartismineofthegeneralWill,CannotmyshareinthesumofsourcesBendadigitthepoiseofforces,Andafairdesirefulfil?
  Nov。1893。
  JUBILATE
  "TheverylasttimeIeverwashere,"hesaid,"IsawmuchlessofthequickthanIsawofthedead。"
  —HewasamanIhadmetwithsomewherebefore,ButhoworwhenInowcouldrecallnomore。
  "ThehazymazymoonlightatoneinthemorningSpreadoutasaseaacrossthefrozensnow,GlazedtolivesparkleslikethegreatbreastplateadorningThepriestoftheTemple,withUrimandThummimaglow。
  "Theyew—treearms,gluedhardtothestiffstarkair,Hungstillinthevillageskyastheatre—scenesWhenIcamebythechurchyardwall,andhaltedthereAtashut—insoundoffiddlesandtambourines。
  "AndasIstoodhearkening,dulcimers,haut—boys,andshawms,Andvioloncellos,andathree—stringeddouble—bass,Joinedin,andwereintermixedwithasingingofpsalms;
  AndIlookedoveratthedeadmen’sdwelling—place。
  "ThroughtheshineoftheslipperysnowInowcouldsee,Asitwerethroughacrystalroof,agreatcompanyOfthedeadminuetinginstatelystepundergroundTothetuneoftheinstrumentsIhadbeforeheardsound。
  "Itwas’EdenNew,’anddancingtheysanginachore,’Weareoutofitall!——yea,inLittle—Easecrampednomore!’
  AndtheirshroudedfigurespacingwithjoyIcouldseeAsyouseethestagefromthegallery。Andtheyhadnoheedofme。
  "AndIliftedmyheadquitedazedfromthechurchyardwallAndIdoubtednotthatitwarnedIshouldsoonhavemycall。
  But——"……Thenintheashesheemptiedthedregsofhiscup,Andonwardhewent,andthedarknessswallowedhimup。
  HEREVISITSHISFIRSTSCHOOL
  Ishouldnothaveshownintheflesh,Ioughttohavegoneasaghost;
  Itwasawkward,unseemlyalmost,Standingsolidlythereaswhenfresh,Pink,tiny,crisp—curled,MypinionsyetfurledFromthewindsoftheworld。
  AfterwaitingsomanyayearTowaitlonger,andgoasaspriteFromthetombatthemidofsomenightWastheright,radiantwaytoappear;
  NotasonewanzingweakFromlife’sroarandreek,Hisreststilltoseek:
  Yea,beglimpsedthroughthequaintquarriedglassOfgreenmoonlight,bymegreenermade,Whenthey’dcry,perhaps,"TheresitshisshadeInhisoldenhaunt——justashewasWheninWalkingameheConnedthegrandRule—of—ThreeWiththebentofabee。"
  Buttoshowintheafternoonsun,Withanaspectofhollow—eyedcare,Whennonewishedtoseemecomethere,Wasagarishthing,betterundone。
  Yes;wrongwastheway;
  Butyet,letmesay,Imayrightit——someday。
  "ITHOUGHT,MYHEART"
  Ithought,myHeart,thatyouhadhealedOfthosesoresmartingsofthepast,AndthatthesummershadoversealedAllmarkofthematlast。
  ButcloselyscanninginthenightIsawthemstandingcrimson—brightJustasshemadethem:
  Nothingcouldfadethem;
  Yea,IcanswearThattheretheywere—
  Theystillwerethere!
  ThentheVisionofherwhocutthemcame,Andlookingovermyshouldersaid,"IamsureyoudealmealltheblameForthosesharpsmartsandred;
  Butmeetme,dearest,to—morrownight,Inthechurchyardatthemoon’shalf—height,AndsostrangeakissShallbemine,Iwis,Thatyou’llceasetoknowIfthewoundsyoushowBethereorno!"
  FRAGMENT
  AtlastIenteredalongdarkgallery,Catacomb—lined;andrangedatthesideWerethebodiesofmenfromfarandwideWho,motionpast,wereneverthelessnotdead。
  "Thesenseofwaitingherestrikesstrong;
  Everyone’swaiting,waiting,itseemstome;
  Whatareyouwaitingforsolong?—
  Whatistohappen?"Isaid。
  "OwearewaitingforonecalledGod,"saidthey,"(ThoughbysometheWill,orForce,orLaws;
  And,vaguely,bysome,theUltimateCause;)
  Waitingforhimtoseeusbeforeweareclay。
  Yes;waiting,waiting,forGodTOKNOWIT"……
  "Toknowwhat?"questionedI。
  "Toknowhowthingshavebeengoingonearthandbelowit:
  Itisclearhemustknowsomeday。"
  Ithereonaskedthemwhy。
  "SincehemadeushumblepioneersOfhimselfinconsciousnessofLife’stears,ItneedsnomightyprophecyTotellthatwhathecouldmindlesslyshowHiscreatures,hehimselfwillknow。
  "Bysomestillclose—cowledmysteryWehavereachedfeelingfasterthanhe,Buthewillovertakeusanon,Iftheworldgoeson。"
  MIDNIGHTONTHEGREATWESTERN
  Inthethird—classseatsatthejourneyingboy,Andtheroof—lamp’soilyflamePlayeddownonhislistlessformandface,Bewraptpastknowingtowhathewasgoing,Orwhencehecame。
  InthebandofhishatthejourneyingboyHadaticketstuck;andastringAroundhisneckborethekeyofhisbox,Thattwinkledgleamsofthelamp’ssadbeamsLikealivingthing。
  Whatpastcanbeyours,OjourneyingboyTowardsaworldunknown,Whocalmly,asifincuriousquiteOnallatstake,canundertakeThisplungealone?
  Knowsyoursoulasphere,Ojourneyingboy,Ourruderealmsfarabove,WhencewithspaciousvisionyoumarkandmeteThisregionofsinthatyoufindyouin,Butarenotof?
  HONEYMOONTIMEATANINN
  Attheshiverofmorning,alittlebeforethefalsedawn,Themoonwasatthewindow—square,Deedilybroodingindeformeddecay—
  Thecurvehewnoffhercheekasbyanadze;
  AttheshiverofmorningalittlebeforethefalsedawnSothemoonlookedinthere。
  Herspeechlesseyeingreachedacrossthechamber,Wherelaytwosoulsopprest,Oneawhiteladysighing,"WhyamIsad!"
  Tohimwhosighedback,"Sad,myLove,amI!"
  Andspeechlesslytheoldmoonconnedthechamber,Andthesetworeftofrest。
  Whiletheirlarge—pupilledvisionsweptthescenethere,Noughtseemingimminent,Somethingfellsheer,andcrashed,andfromthefloorLayglitteringatthepairwithashatteredgaze,Whiletheirlarge—pupilledvisionsweptthescenethere,Andthemany—eyedthingoutleant。
  Withastarttheysawthatitwasanold—timepier—glassWhichhadstoodonthemantelnear,Itssilveringblemished,——yes,asifwornawayBytheeyesofthecountlessdeadwhohadsmirkedatitErethesetwoeverknewthatold—timepier—glassAnditsvagueandvacantleer。
  Ashelooked,hisbridelikeamothskimmedforth,andkneelingQuick,withquiveringsighs,Gatheredthepiecesunderthemoon’sslyray,Unwittingasanautomatonwhatshedid;
  Tillheentreated,hastingtowhereshewaskneeling,Letitstaywhereitlies!"
  "Longyearsofsorrowthismeans!"breathedtheladyAstheyretired。"Alas!"
  Andsheliftedonepalehandacrosshereyes。
  "Don’ttrouble,Love;it’snothing,"thebridegroomsaid。
  "Longyearsofsorrowforus!"murmuredthelady,"Oreverthisevilpass!"
  AndtheSpiritsIroniclaughedbehindthewainscot,AndtheSpiritsofPitysighed。
  It’sgood,"saidtheSpiritsIronic,"totickletheirmindsWithaportentoftheirwedlock’safter—grinds。"
  AndtheSpiritsofPitysighedbehindthewainscot,"It’saportentwecannotabide!
  "More,whatshallhappentoprovethetruthoftheportent?"
  ——"Oh;inbrief,theywillfadetillold,Andtheirlovesgrownumbederedeath,bythecarkofcare。"
  —"Butnoughtseewethatasksforportentsthere?—
  ’Tisthelotofall。"——"Well,nolesstrueisaportentThatitfitsallmortalmould。"
  THEROBIN
  WhenupaloftIflyandfly,IseeinpoolsTheshiningsky,AndahappybirdAmI,amI!
  WhenIdescendTowardstheirbrinkIstand,andlook,Andstoop,anddrink,Andbathemywings,Andchinkandprink。
  WhenwinterfrostMakesearthassteelIsearchandsearchButfindnomeal,AndmostunhappyThenIfeel。
  Butwhenitlasts,Andsnowsstillfall,IgettofeelNogriefatall,ForIturntoacoldstiffFeatheryball!
  "IROSEANDWENTTOROU’TORTOWN"
  (She,alone)
  IroseandwenttoRou’torTownWithgaietyandgoodheart,Andardourforthestart,ThatmorningerethemoonwasdownThatlitmeofftoRou’torTownWithgaietyandgoodheart。
  WhensojournsoonatRou’torTownWrotesorrowsonmyface,IstrovethatnoneshouldtraceThepaleandgray,oncepinkandbrown,WhensojournsoonatRou’torTownWrotesorrowsonmyface。
  TheevilwroughtatRou’torTownOnhimI’dlovedsotrueIcannottellanew:
  Butnoughtcanquench,butnoughtcandrownTheevilwroughtatRou’torTownOnhimI’dlovedsotrue!
  THENETTLES
  This,then,isthegraveofmyson,Whoseheartshewon!AndnettlesgrowUponhismound;andshelivesjustbelow。
  Howheupbraidedme,andleft,Andourliveswerecleft,becauseIsaidShewashard,unfeeling,caringbuttowed。
  Well,toseethissightIhavefaredthesemiles,Andherfirelightsmilesfromherwindowthere,Whomhelefthismothertocherishwithtendercare!
  Itisenough。I’llturnandgo;
  Yes,nettlesgrowwherelonelieshe,Whospurnedmeforseeingwhathecouldnotsee。
  INAWAITING—ROOM
  OnamorningsickasthedayofdoomWiththedrizzlinggrayOfanEnglishMay,Therewerefewintherailwaywaiting—room。
  AboutitswallswereframedandvarnishedPicturesofliners,fly—blown,tarnished。
  ThetableboreaTestamentFortravellers’reading,ifsuchwisebent。
  Ireaditonandon,And,throngingtheGospelofSaintJohn,Werefigures——additions,multiplications—
  Bysomeonescrawled,withsundryemendations;
  Notscoffinglydesigned,Butwithanabsentmind,—
  Plainlyabagman’scountsofcost,Whathehadprofited,whatlost;
  AndwhilstIwonderediftherecouldhavebeenAnyparticleofasoulInthatpoormanatall,TocypherratesofwageUponthatprintedpage,TherejoinedinthecharmlesssceneAndstoodovermeandthescribbledbook(Tolendthehour’smeanhueAsmearoftragedytoo)
  Asoldierandwife,withhaggardlookSubduedtostonebystrongendeavour;
  AndthenIheardFromacasualwordTheywerepartingastheybelievedforever。
  ButnexttherecameLiketheeasternflameOfsomehighaltar,children——apair—
  Wholaughedatthefly—blownpicturesthere。