Wampum and Old Gold

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Yale University Press, 1921 - 69 pages
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Page 56 - ... fear, I entered in — A turn — and halfway up the stair There was a sight to raise your hair ; A dusty litter, books and toys, Three bundles that were little boys, White faces like an ivory gem ; A statue stood and looked at them. So thick the silence where I stood, I thought I wore a woolen hood ; The blood went whispering through my ears, Like secrets that one overhears. I looked upon the dead a while ; I saw the glimmering statue smile. The children slept so sweetly there, I scarce believed...
Page 56 - An eager look came on his face. He raised his voice and gave a call ; An echo mewed along the wall, And then it rose, and then it fell, Like children talking down a well. " Go in," he said, " see what you see, And then come back again for me." Like one who bears a weight of sin And walks with fear, I entered in — A turn — and halfway up the stair There was a sight to raise your hair: A dusty litter, books and toys, Three bundles that were little boys. White faces like an ivory gem ; A statue...
Page 55 - AT Nogent, on the river Marne, I passed a burning house and barn. I went into the public square Where pigeons fluttered in the air And empty windows gaped a-stare. There crouched a blindman by the wall A-shivering in a ragged shawl, Who gave a hopeless parrot screech And felt the wall with halting reach. He went around as in a trap. He had a stick to feel and rap. A-rap-a-tap, a-rap-a-tap. I strode across the public square. I stopped and spoke him full and fair. I asked him what he searched for there....
Page 57 - I saw his blind eyes peer and stare, Now there and here, now here and there. " Blindman," I cried, " these things I see : Time here has turned eternity. The clock hands point but only mock, For it is always two o'clock. I see the shadows on the wall; I see the crumbling plaster fall." " Oh ! sir," he said, " I crave your eyes — Be not so kindly with your lies! " I drew the blindman to my side. I told the truth I wished to hide. I said, " I see your Eleanor And she is dead upon the floor And something...
Page 52 - Nike of Samothrace, Thy godlike wings Cleft windy space Above the ships of kings. Fain of thy lips, By hope made glorious, Time kissed thy grand, Greek face Away from us. Our Nike" has no wings ; She has not known Clean heights, and from her lips Comes starved moan. Mints lie that coin her grace, And Time will hate her face, For it has turned the world's hope Into stone. HOW LONG?
Page 20 - Sung this ancient threnody, Like a memory of the sea, Like an autumn melody, "Alas! Alas! for thee, Hylas — Alas!" II When the springtime came again And the shepherd to his spen Led his cloudy flock again, When the awkward lambkins bounded While the twin pipes whistling sounded, And old Charon from his glen Saw below the smoke of men, Curling thinly from the trees, Then the heroes sought the seas. Then the Argo left the shore, For the eager warriors thought, When the pleiads rose once more, Of...
Page 18 - When the pleiads rose no more Rowed the heroes to the shore, Much in fear of winter gales, And they furled the winglike sails, Carrying up the corded bales From the hollow, oaken Argo Till they lightened her of cargo. Then they beached her for the winter Where nor rocks nor waves could splinter. There the heroes made their camp By the whispering seashore damp, But the mighty Herakles, Tired of looking at the seas, Rose and left those sounding beaches For the upland's wind swept reaches. In a little...
Page 23 - Alas," Echo answered very slowly, Speaking sorrowfully and lowly, When he called the lad, " Hy-las" Hollow echo said, " Alas." But he never found him more On the hill or by the shore, On the upland, on the downland, Never found him where he lay Down among the boulders gray, Limp among the watery rocks Where the lily raised its chalice And the dread nymphs combed his locks, Pale Nycheia, April-eyed, And white Eunice and Malis. For his voice came down to these Vague as April through the trees, Filtered...
Page 19 - ... his lambkins daily, Singing to a five stringed psalter By a little woodland altar, Where a shepherd's fire of oak Made a ribbon scarf of smoke, Curling highly, thinly, bluely, From the faggots cut but newly. Moving with a god-like ease, Through the gray boles of the trees, Hylas first saw Herakles, Looming vast as huge Orion, Tawny in his skin of lion ; While through interspace of leaves, Through the network autumn weaves, Fell bronze sunshine and bronze leaves On the lion skin with its paws,...
Page 14 - ... sleepy, sleepy scent of flowers And the long hands — They fill me with despair. Touch me no more at night. Borrow no form for me Of sound or sight; For all my days are spent by cluttered streams, Distracted by a thousand things and faces, And all unuttered die great dreams Among the stagnant places. I am not what you gave your life to buy, And God knows what I shall be by and by ! The motes of habit sift down grain by grain, Till I am what I am in heart and brain, So young — so old — Death...

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