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Evening to morning, and other poems Jenns, E. A. (Eustace Alvanley), 1860-1930 1880

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Array     EVENING TO MORNING,
AND
Other   Poems.    ,
BY
E. A. JENNS.
"Vade, sed incultus, #########*#
Vade, liber, verbisque meis loca grata saluta:"
Ovid.
VICTORIA:
Published by T. N. Hibeen & Co.
MDCCCIiXXX.    DEDICATORY sonnet
TO
W. R. Mtjeeay, Esquibe.
Years have I parted from thee and since then
The passing months have placed long leagues between;
Thou the vast southern continent hast seen,
All savage nature Hes beneath thy ken:
For me thy letters oft have sped, and when.
They've reached me in Columbia's wilds I ween,
Full of quiet joy my inmost heart has been,
And lengthened sheets have come to thee again.
And now—this Httle book—the firstHng fruit,
Of a hoy's heart, (poor sod for lofty song)-
And which Hke springtide's earHest tend'est shoot
Has grown though fearful of the sharp frost's wrong,
I lay beneath thy feet, and though it fall,
TJncared for, pleasing thee, it pleases all. INTRODUCTION AND APOLOGY.
A world of dreams and shadows, and within
Its unreahties, one more unreal
Then all the rest, Hke dream within a dream,
Myself a dreamer dreaming; and I dreamt,
And things unreal; yet Hke reafities,
More true than the true substance, rose and passed,
Through the dim convolutions of my "brain,
"With solemn grandeur from the shadow world,
The dark unknown, things awful and distinct,
Clothed in the majesty of unheard words,
Before perchance unthought of; and I rose
And took my pen and wrote, and the swift words,
Flowed from the tossing tumult of my mind
Like waters flowing froid their fountain source.
I wrote, and read, and that I wrote seemed good,
And laid the thing aside, till I forgot
The thought that had inspired it, then once more
Re-read my work, and still it all seemed good.
So have I dared to bring it from the dark
Of unseen things, and lay it in the Hght Of public eyes, and should it still seem good,
Then may that light show its perfections more;
But should it be imperfect, let it drop,
And pardon my presumption; let it sink
Back to the dark abyss from whence it came,
The world of shadows and of unreal things,
Unknown, unthought of, like a passing dream,
Dreamt in the silent watches of the night,
Forgotten e'er awaking.
!¥HfEM TQ> lldDMSim
How beautiful the earth, the sky, the sea,
How lovely is the sun's bright setting ray,
Magnificent the mountain's soaring peak!
How calm the sea Hes—one expanse of glass,
And how the last rays of the setting sun,
Throw on the waters one broad path of gold,
A path of spirits unto paradise.
AU down whose length a faint reflection gleams,
Of the great glory of those beauteous realms.
So thought I, as I wandered near the shore EVEHTUG TO MOENINC
Upon the cliffs, and softly bathed my feet
In the deep masses of soft fragrant fem,
Or 'mong the scented heathers tinkling bells;
And calm surveyed the seas' long ripple break,
With tiny splash and rustle on the shore.
And there I stood alone, and watched the sun
Set with deep glorious red behind the hiUs-
And all the Hght and fleecy sunset clouds,
Were tinged deep golden red, as if on fire.
Carmine and gold in all their brilliant shades,
Stretched in long arrowy streaks upon the sky.
Then slowly sank the sun, and the bright tints
Of gold and crimson faded from the clouds,
The stars began to glow from out of space,
And the wide seas assumed an inky black
The night wind rose, and aU was desolate.
And there I stood alone.   I had no friend
To walk with me, I never had a friend,
But still I stayed and thought, how desolate,
And yet how grand, the mountain peaks appear.
But then my soul within me rose in speech,
And weary in my heart I cried aloud,
" Ye are not desolate ye mountain peaks,
For lo ! the hill tops round you crowd you in,
The bird mates with the bird, and beast with beast,
Fish unto fish, and man consorts with man; EVENING TO MOBNING
The rivers flow into the sea, but I,
In all the earth am only desolate,
Companionless among companions."
Thus in my lonely bitterness I cried,
And the stiU mountains echoed with my voice,
And the great hills flung back my bitter words,
But broken hy the rippling of the sea.
Moody I flung myself upon the earth,
And watched the clouds Hght drifting past the st irs,
That shadowed now in darknoss, now shone forth,
When the dark mass swept by and left them clear.
I listened to the nightwind moaning low,
With melancholy music 'mong the trees,
That heaved and tossed their branches mournfully,
Keeping strange cadence with the wild weird tune
As if they too had sorrows none might know.
Until tho wide earth seemed so waste and lone,
That hone at all of Hving kind were left.
And then the still wind swept aside the clouds
Till all tbe heaven was clear, and there the moon,
Sailed high majestic through the starry vault.
And thus I lay and gazed, until at length,
Awed by the solemn stillness of the nigbt,
My thoughts ani musings changed to other things,—
I thought of the three mortal mysteries,
The mysteries of life, and love, and death. EVENING TO MOBNINC
I saw a star shoot oat of space, and Hght
The dark sky for a moment, and then fade
Sudden to awful blackness, yet it left
A phosphorescent glimmer on its track,
Which lasted but a space beyond the star,
And then too faded into utter night.
And thought,—" lo! this is life, that comes and goes
To last a moment ere it fades away,
Becoming lost forever, yet it leaves
A memory, which Hke the gleaming track,
Lasts but a space ere 'tis entirely lost.
What is it that can take a little dust,
Small particle of dew, and mould them hoth
And build them up into a Hving form,
Sensient to all the pains and passions ?
A form possessing power;   What bids it grow,
And with the passing years expand itself,
Till from a child it buds into a man ?
What is it that can take that Hving man,
And draw it unto creatures Hke itself,
Heart knit to heart by the strong bond of love,
Until to part them were far worse than death ?
And what is that dread power that comes at last,
And breaks away the bonds of love and Hfe,
With iron hands remorseless plucks out life,
And leaves behind nought but the senseless clay ? EVENING TO MOBNING
From which the moisture soon must part, and leave
Only the dust from which 'twas made behind,
Soon to be scattered by the ruthless winds,
To the four quarters of the whirling globe.
And so from that I fell to wondering,
When' death has ta'en our Hfe a*id love away,
And nought of aU our earthly selves is left,
Save but a handful of fine whirling dust,
Where goes the Hfe and love, which some call soul,
Impalpable fine spirit from the breast ?
What comes to that ?   Is it too lost ? faUs it
Into a finer dust than even dust?
Is Hfe but some blind power placed in our clay,
And love a Minder chance than even life ?
Are we but forces, born without a will,
To move within the narrow sphere of fate,
As dried leaves stirred by the passing wind,
That leap and frohc when the breeze doth blow,
And fall again to earth when it is past?
Bfind creatures living by as blind a power.
Is earth but some dead force, that stern resists
The moving strength with which we strike against it?
Is life but as the power, that moves, a stone,
And makes it swiftly circle through the air,
And death as when it strikes against a wall,
Or spent sinks down to meet its mother earth ? EVENING TO MORNING.
Cr is there something more beyond {he dust,
A subtle spirit hid within the clay?
Which when the body dies, shaU stiH have life,
And move to search the mighty realms of space
The body Hke the stone that strikes the wall
And faUs unto the earth from whence it came,
The spirit Hke the force that leaves the stone,
And passes to the earth, yet wiU not die;
And like the force that hid within the stone,
On being changed may shew as brilhant Hght.
Ihe whole earth lives, its inmost life is force,
bfind force perchance, and yet a moving force,
And neither bfind, for it doth move the earth,
Not by mere chance but by some mighty will,
That regulates and rules.    The earth may die,
But yet the power that rules it cannot die.
We Hve, we die, and others yet are born;
We Hve, we die not; who ;an kill the soul ?
Now here thus thinking fell I in a trance,
Beside me there as I lay 'mong the flowers,
Upon the low-browed cliffs above the sea,
One of the mighty winge^ spirits stood.
With facj majestic, eyes Hke liv'n | flame.
His robe fell from his shoulders to his foot,
GHstening and shining with a sunligbt glare,
His mighty limbs translucent, and his pulse t&st
EVENING TO MOENING
Shot through with blood, Hke streams of liquid light.
And straight great fear feU on me, and I turned
Face downward on the sward, and dared not look
Again on one so grand and beautiful.
But then he spoke, and Hke the silver sound
Of distant bells at eventide, his voice,
Or Hke the pleasant murmur of the brook,
Which breaks and faUs, rippfing among the stones,
Majestically low, and strange, and sweet,
As stooping he upraised and said to me:
"Arise an 1 fear not thou, but rise and see."
Then as I stood upright before my lord,
He stretched his hand aoove and questioned me,
" If thou hadst in thy hand the mighty power,
Of Hfe and death, which seems to thee most good,
To live stiU as thou art or pass through death ? "
And I before him humbly bowed my head
And answered thus:    " O Great One pardon me,
I know not what to say, I cannnot tell,
Earth's life to me is but a hateful thing,
I spend my time in misery and groans,
All truth has passed from earth; I have no friend,
Life without love is misery's extreme;
I hate to Hve, but yet I fear to die.
I trust that there is life e'en after death,
That when the body sinks into the pit, EVENING TO MOBNING
The subtle spirit still remains and Hves,
And reason says that death is not the last;
But still I fear that grisly foe to man,
Who, whether on the awful battle field,
Or on the quiet bed within his home,
As surely strikes, and striking, all is past.
Some men pass Hke an arrow through the world
Others more slowly like a ponderous stone,
Some smooth and evenly as flies a ball,
Some wandering Hke straw or thistle down,
But all at once to the same gloomy gaol,
That is so wide thai none can miss the mark.
There is no clod now crushed beneath the foot,
Or broken by the share and grown with grain,
But one has been a Hving moving form.
No speck of dust upon the whole wide earth,
But onsrhas thrilled with Hfe.   No water drop,
But once has coursed as blood, or heaved as breath
Where are the souls of these that now are dead ?
Oh what is love that we should love at all ?
Or what is Hfe that we should e'er be born,
Or being born that we should wish to Hve ?
Life, is the flower of the convolvulus,
That morning sees in glory of its prime,
And noon's hot sun glares on its dying hour.
Or, Hke the joy of some poor painted fly, EVENING TO MOENING
That lightly soars beneath the noonday sun,
To die in bitterness at eventide.
Behold the tiny seed what wondrous force, '
Presses its rootlets through the stony soil,
And lifts its head above the dusty ground.
It grows in beauty till some parching heat,
Or biting frost, withers its leafy pride,
And leaves it dead on that from which it sprung
Even if life is after I am dead,
After this flesh is withered into dust,
And past to feed the growth of plants and worms,
How can I teU that this same Hfe in death,
Be not indeed, n'rhaps tenfold worse than Hfe?
Resolve my doubts I know not what to say,
I love not life but still 1 fear to die."
And stooping o'er me he did touch mine eyes
And then it seemed as I had been long blind,
And flakes had fallen from me and I saw;
And down before me on the pleasant flowers,
I saw my body lying on the ground,
That wretched caske that holds the thought of man,
Lifeless and pale lying in deepest trance;
And seeming Hke the withered empty shell,
The butterfly deserts when he awakes,
To his short Hfe among the summer flowers.
But he my Lord but touched me on mine arm, EVENING TO MOBNING.
And bade me raise mine eyes thatT might see:
Then lifted I my face and through the air,
I saw ten thousand thousand Hving thing3,
Some beautiful and others hideous.
The guardian powers of man with gleaming wings,
Passed back and forth from out the throne of God;
The good and evil thoughts and evil things,
Messengers from the monarch of deep hell;
And happy passing souls their freedom won,
With other things the spirit powers of earth,
The sylphs and naiads of the air and sea;
Mingling with mighty rushing to and fro,
And thrilHng outbursts of triumphant song;
Those many sounds that sometimes meet one's ears,
When free from evd thought and all desire,
Wandering alone upon the mountain tops,
Or saiHng on the dreamy summer sea.
Far upwards through the heavens stretched their troops.
I'here were great throngs of happy singing ones,
Clad in bright robes of such a glorious sheen,
As when the morning sun shines on the sea,
And breaks on ripples in ten thousand gleams,
More beautiful than aU the gems of earth,
With changing glories in each breeze that blows.
There too were troops of evil things that shrank,
Back from those happy ones into the gloom, EVENING TO MOBNING
With foul and horrid gibberings, that made
My timid heart beat thick with sudden fear.
There were the elves and fairies of the flowers,
Floating on tiny wings of painted f lim,
Like butterflies, and clothed Hke the shards
Of splendid beetles, all of green and gold.
The naiads of the sea and fair woodnymphs,
Floated around me singing mournful songs,
Most gentle tunefulness that rose and fell,
In thrilling notes of saddened melody.
Thou as my eyes became less dazed with Hght,
And I less wonderstruck than at the first,
I cast my glance more far around, and on
One side beheld a gloomy mountain range,
The leng base fringed with lofty tangled firs
And lashed by boundless ever angry seas;
And on one peak that rose above the rest,
Towering to heaven, circled with black clouds,
Was placed a mighty throne of ebony.
And aU around this throne were multitudes
Of dark attendant spirits;  there I saw
Old Time himself, with glass and deadly sythe;
There were the Years and Hours and many more.
Within the rising storm-mist's suhen heat,
I saw the lightning flashing back and forth,
And hoard tho thunder bellowing 'mong the clouds EVENING TO MOBNING
With roar and reverberating echo.
And saw two dark-draped forms attendant there,
The monarch of the mist and snow and rain,
And spirit power that wields the lightning flash.
These were obedient servants to his will,
And bowed to him who sat upon the throne.
Hut he who sat upon that nightblack throne,
How can I tell his fearful majesty?
A being with stern face and lofty brows,
Crowned with wreath of cypress and of yew,
Of more than mortal size. *His robes were black,
His eyes were unrelenting, and his hand,
In lieu of sceptre, clenched within it's grasp,
A long unsheathed sword of burning flame.
And to the foot of that most awful seat,
A mighty stream a thronging multitude,
From many many nations ever set.
A throng less to be numbered than the sands,
That check the waters of the sounding sea.
And these were marshalled to that monarchs feet,
By Years and Hours the ministers of Time.
Some in that river ever prest to him,
Eome dreaded and hung back, but these were prest
For ever forward by Time'       nisters,
None could escape.   Some went with gloomy brows
Others with laughter and with maniac dance; EVENING TO 3I0ENING
Some passed to him with shrieks and wildest cries,
Some with bright smiles and happy peaceful songs-
Some moved along so busy with their thoughts,
That they saw not how near they came to him;
Some viewed him ever with most awful dread;
But when they reached tbe base of that black seat,
AU disappeared nor knew I where they went.
And all was darkest night no sun shone there,
For aU was gloom and draped in endless shade.
But when I scanned the face of that strong king,
And marked the dark attendants round him grouped
My sick heart trembling whispered unto me,
"Who can withstanl th'13 nrghty montriYs power?"
And then sore fear came on me and I feU
Face downward to the earth and shud'dring cried,
"Oh! who is this great king oh! who are these?
I fear his mighty power, ah me! I fear
All those who round about his throne are grouped."
And I had almost swooned; but he my Lord;
Stooped over me, and with his tender voice,
Said, "Fear not, him whom thou hast seen is Death;
From this his lofty throne he views mankind,
And sends among them at his master's will,
( For there is one whom even he obeys ),
The ministers and servants whom ye saw.
The violent storm the rapid Hghtning flash, EVENING TO MOENING.
'
Old Time himself with those who him obey,
The Days and Years and Httle winged Hours,
And many dire diseases ; Also these,
Famine and war and fearful pestilence,
And those more painful spirits who attack
The very mind and soul of feeble man;
Grief, Anger, Hatred, Fear, and many more,
Are but his ready slaves placed in his power
To aSHct at needful times the sinful earth.
That mighty stream that set to his thrones foot
Whom you beheld come there and pass away,
These are the sons of Earth ,who all must come,
To lay their necks beneath the-feet of Death,
Ere they can come to everlasting life.
For everything must die.    But rise and see,
I now wiU show thee what shall comfort thee. "
With that he raised me up and set my face,
Towards the east away from that dark king;
A nd lo! here lay no gloomy mountain range,
No dark and angry seas, no deep-draped clouds,
But long stretches of green peaceful hills,'
Roundel, and overgrown with pleasant flowers,
Clad round the base with circle of light mist,
Glowing with rosy beauties of the morn.
No gloom or shade lay on that happy land,
1-iom end to end 'twas bathed in softest light. EVENI
MOENING
And there upon the summit of one mound,
A winged and mighty Angol satenburoieJ,
So beautiful, that my weak eyes were diuin3d,
And dazzled with the sight.    His wings seemed made
Of splendid light; his hair fcH from his head,
la long a.id flowing wares of brill-a-ifc Hght;
Around his brows was set a lofty crown,
Whose glory sh >no with incandescent beauty;
And he was all enclothe 1 in Hght, rivers,
All rosy glowing flowed leneath his feet
SparkUng wiih brilliancy; there was no sun
Within that place, he was Hi sua and L ord.
His throne was one pure diamond, and its steps,
Were beaten out of pure and well tried gold;
Tho pillars of support of rubies built,
Which ail so gleamed beneath that dazfing glow,
That I perforce must shade my mortal eyes,
With both my hands; but as they slowly gre v
Accustomed to the splendour of the scene,
I looked again.   The hills from north to sou'h,
Wore peopled with bright beings, who w* re cial,
In flowing robes of many coloured Hght,
There Elope and Peace had dweUings, and fair Love
Dwelt in a palace on the radiant hills.
Tho-i turned I to my guide, — he answered m),
Ere I had put the question, " Ihis is Life, EVENING TO MOENING
And the^e fair verdant hills are his domain,
And all these brilliant throngs his servants are,
Who ever do him homage.   Let us go
And stand beside him in that pleasant land. "
With that ho spread his wings, and I perceived
That I had also wings, and by my Lord,
I sped my course toward the glow of light.
We were borne up by the light moving air,
Among the many throngs that moved therein,
And past among them all and mixed with them,
And soon we came and stood upon the hills,
Below tho throne of Life."   Now here I saw
A mighty throng uprising at his feet,
From whence they past away.    Then said my Lord,
" These are of those who lately came to Death,
And by him being judged, and worthy found,-
Now here have come to greet the Lord of Life,
Ere they shall pass whither their wills may tend.
But there are some, and here his voice grew sad:
Who being by that judge unworthy found,
By him are doomed to pass a time in pain,
Sharp bitten by remorse," and deadly grief,
In fearful soHtude, and dark dispair;
Until such time as being purged I y this,
They shall have then new trial.    Hut there shall come,
A time when all are purged, then Life shaU strike ffflfflffiWiiiMHW
EVENING TO M0ENING
At Death, and Death shall be no more, but aU
Bo merged in Life. "   Now on my senses broke,
A sudden power of glory; I know not how,
Nor whence nor whither, I could only teU,
That there was splendour somewhere, more than aU
That I had yet beholden moving me,
That my pent soul fluttered against my strength,
As wishing it might part lo seek this out.
A wondrous sense of great magnificence,
Something beyond my power to understand,
That dimly smote upon my inmost mind,
AsbeiDg tenfold more than I could feel;
As one who scanning all the skies at night,
And piercing with his eyes into the depths,
Would faU to comprehend infinity,
And marvel at his weakness, so did I,
In wondering at the glory I perceived.
And this the mighty spirit by my side,
Told me proceeds from the great throne of Him,
-Who everlasting and allpowerful is,
Mighty and merciful, the God of Love.
" Thither " he said " yond happy spirits tend,
Who having passed through Death and eome to Life,
Now go to dwell for aye in joy with him. "■
Far to ono side there was a gloomy space,
Nothirg distinguishalle but
it shade, EVENINO TO MOBNING-
Profundity of dread ,with terror palled.
Between its in a valley lay the world,
In neither gloom nor Hght, but half in half,
For Life had equal power with Death, the one,
Not more than had the other: each one ruled
With equal sway among the sons of men;
These were left free to follow whom they would.
Then that dim sense of glory from afar,
Smote me again upon the face and I
Turned back from Death, towards the. seat of Life.
Then spake the winged angel by my side,
" It is in each mans power, upon the earth,
E'en alter he has passed from thence, to live
Among the nations that shall yet be bora;
Either by mighty works, that better man,
And Hving through the ages, make him blessed
Upon the earth by those by those that toil therein,
For hours of ease and freedom from their toil;
Great works can never die, and authors live
IuHkeness of their work; each man shall see,
And love the maker in that he has made;
Or he shall Hve in those that bear his face;
The children born to him aoid, trained up
To tread in peace the steps their fathers trod.
Shall make his name an evergreen although
IL-mseK the author of them new is dead. EVENING TO MOBNING
In either case then Hves he doubly, both
In these vast depths of space, and on the earth. "
Now as I mused upon his words, and lcokei
In contemplation deep upon the scene,
Whose glorious beauties emote upon the sense,
And made me happy though I scarce knew why,
And clove away my doubt, the doubt of Life,
And fear of Death, and cleansed my bitterness,
My mystic guide addressed me once again,
Saying, " Lo! it is time, let us begone; "
Then rose we once again, and turned towards
The gloom, far from the glorious Hght wa flew,
And soon again we stood upon the place
From whence we started, and from whence first broke
The gloomy vision and the glorious change,
Upon my eyes.    Then said he unto me,
•'Remember now this vision and my words: '
And here he made a sign above me, ani
All power had fa led from my longing eyes,
A fid I sank down in sleep and knew no more.
Then slowly conciousness returned, and first
Was I aware of a deep roaring sound,
And a duU moaning of the restless sea,
Mixed as with murm iring of many tongue?;:
There was a dim renie32b'ranee cf strange songs,
A half forgotten memory oil words, THE COLD WIND,
Then Hfe returned once more; and I arose,
And turning from the sea, behold! the sun
Rose clear resplendent o'er the orient hiUs.
The cold wind roars, the loud blue wave
Lashes itself upon the shore,
The wind shaU rise the waters rave,
As long as air and seas endure.
The sea arises, let it roU,
The wind is blowing, let it roar;
For woe has faUen on my soul,
And I'must mourn for evermore.
Car. Hi* fe Hf;        eed, and is death, eleath?
Is love a truth, are friendship and our faith,
And all we trust in, as to us they seem?
Or are our love and faith but shadows all,
And death a shadow that doth deeper fall,
And life itself the shadow of a d'ream? SONNET
SONNET
Who ponders hidden things, is like a child,
When Even settles o'er the wilderness;
No more may Hght his unseen footsteps bless,
Nor stars nor moonbeams shine with radiance mfid.
Here through the plain, there where rude rocks are piled,
Groping with hand and foot in sore distress,
Dreading the gloom around nor fearing less
Some sudden faU, he wanders through the wfld.
He knows not if his paths were trod before,
Nor if in circle set his doubtful track,
Which he with so great pain now treadeth o'er,
ShaU not to whence he started lead him back.
His mind revolves itself with inward groan,
To this one thought " in darkness and alone; "
To ,
One lover writes unto his lady's eyes,
Thine are indeed of most ethereal blue;
To other themes another eager flies, WEARINESS   •
And sings her eyabrcw, or her hair's blight hue;
One more perchance wiU rhyme fair Hps, or rise
On eager fancy's wings a kiss to sue.
I sing to none of these but anxious wait,
With one glad glance my longing soul to sate.
I bow not to thy lips though they are fair,
I worship not thine eyes though they are bright,
Nor rhyme upon the glories of thy hair.
Nor flies my pen swift driven by fancy light,
To swear thine eyebrows are beyond compare,
To praise thy rosy cheek, thy brow snow-white;
But 'neath thy spirit's glance I trembling lie,
Look down fair maid, nor coldly pass me by.
WEARINESS
My Heart my Heart, why dost thou ache and thrcb,
"Why pant so breast, with oft'repeated sob,
Why does each separate breath become a sigh,
Why dost thou wish 0 Soul, that death was nigh?
I am very weary, with the eternal strife,
With the never chang'ng scene-, the monotony of lifn
And willingly at re t woull lay my head,
In peaceful sleep amidst the silent dead. THE ALCHEMIST
THE ALCHEMIST
"Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy"'
Shakespeare
Long had he patient striven, and each day
The guerdon sought seemed almost in his grasp.
Months had rolled on and years had swiftly passed;
Mom brought the day, which even swaUowel up,
B^t yet he marked it not, the sun had risen,
And gladdened aU tho earth, and fallen again,
And falling touched the skies and seas with gold,
LoveUer than earth's dark dross, but that by him,
Was neither seen nor carel for; all his thought,
As day auel night passed o'er the little cell
Who-      ■ untiring toilel, came to him thus,
"Today it wUl be won and I shall see,
The gloss of gold break from the crucible,
The ligbt of life illumine the retort.
The strength of life to make mo live for years,
And wealtb without which life were nothing worth.,'
And so he hopel and strove, and those swift years,
Winch he w -aid fain defy passe 1 o'er hi- head,
And thinned the whitened look' aal groove! the brow,
With heavy lines of care, aid sunk his cheeks,
And palsiel all hi? limb', until onen'ght,
With pain he draggel him to his win low siU THE ALCHEMIST
And flung the lattice open; the damp air
Fanned his o'erheated brow, as out he looked,
And saw the heavy leaden clouds hang low
With one clear strip of sky towards the west,
Between the drooping curtain and the sea.
And he drew in cool draughts of healthy air,
Leaning upon the siU his shattered frame.
And feebly murmuring " tonight, tonight,
Hope whispers strong around my flagging heart,
That, I havo sought so lemg I now shall find;
Some strange prescience teUs my soul; tonight
The secret wiU reveal itself to mo.
There shall be no more toil, and no more pain,
New health shall sit in ese feeble limbs,
Strength shaU again revisit this frail foim,
Life shaU once more resume her citadel.
Gold, gold will too be mine and I shall liv*
Strong to the end of ages. "   As he spoke,
The sun dropped from the curtain of the clouds
Towards the sea, and all the banks of mist,
Were gildol into heavenly loveliness,
Like bright refined gold; and on the sea,
Shone a long track of golden splendour down,
Into the purple dimness of the west.
And every raindrop on the beaten leaves,
GUtterel as gleams tho diamond in the light. THE ICE QUEEN
He saw the shining clouds, he saw the leaves,
Each holding ii its cup a gem-like drop;
A smile broke on his Hps, he stretched his arms,
" Gold and the might of Hire " he said, ani while
He spoke, the sun sank down beneath the sea,
The rays of glory passed from 01 the clouds,
The radiant Hght that gum mere 1 from the dew,
Had faded from his sight.    Down dropped his arms,
And with the last ray of the setting sun,
The spirit from it's shattered house of clay,
Passed, and had found the Hfe it sought at last.
THE I(
Ql
DN
The lee Queen sat m her glassy halls,
A mighty mountain was he: throne,
From her wind-blown hair .the snowstorm faUs,
The heavens were her palace waUs,
ParheHous brightly round her shone.
The eddying north-wind was her breath,
The darkness as her mantle seemed;
With many a fold it eovcreth
Around the majesty of Death,
Auroras from it's skirtings gleamed.
A Glacier flowed beneath her feet, ...v»yiT..y.»
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THE ICE QUEEN
Medusian eyeballs froze to stone,
All mortal that their glances meet;
Afar'the clashing icebergs greet,
Her Hst'ning ear with gird and groan.
There wages she eternal war,
With the warm sunrays genial glow;
Now she retreats, again afar
Her groaning icefields dash and jar,
Midst blinding' hurricane and snow.
There sits she dreaming, yet awake,
Of times when wider realms she swayed,
When her cold thoughts could southwarel take
Their way for many a league, and make
Her chilling pall on aU be laid
She rises, snowflakes whirl and dance,
Far south the birds fly from her sway,
She shakes her robe, Auroras glance,
The icy powers their force advance,
All earth in captive chains they lay.
BATTLE SONG
Hur.a, for the relief the drum,
Tho clash of the gleaming swords,
The shout of th.- wheeling souadrcn. BATTLE SONG
The clangour of meeting hordes.
Hirra, for the snort of the steel,
The rush and the tremulous glow;
Hurra, for tho frenzy of battle,
The shock and the overthrow.
Hurra for the rivers of blood,
For the heaped up mountains of slain, j
He shaU Hve in the song and the saga,
Who dies on the battle plain.
Who dies with the groan and the cry,
For the prayer the priest should have made,
With the corpse of his foe for pillow,
His hand on his broken blade.
My soul leaps Within me to joy,
Fierce frenzy of glorious ire,
As I dream of the battle-tone's thanler
And the death aU men desire.
For dying thus Valkyrs shaU waft
The Hero, to honour among
The mighty who dweU in Valhalla,
And Hve in the deathless song.. VISIONS
VISIONS
One mighty touched mine eyes and I did see:
I looked abroad upon the wondrous earth,
And all things had fresh beauties unto me,
Aod aU were gifted with more holy worth.
The sunshine shone more brightly on the hill,
The Elves were dancing 'mong the leaves and flowers;
With high and sweeter power the birds would trill .
Their songs amidst the shining woodland's bowers.
The flowers gave sweeter scents, the highest arch,
Was filled with beauteous things, of heav'ii above:
And through the realms of space I.marked the march,
The eternal march of allpervading love.
TO
-, With a Rose.
Wand'ring in the sunny meadows,
Has it never seemed to thee,
There were voices in the shadows,
And a tongue within each tree.
Hast not walking with thy brothers,
Learnt the language of the flowers?
Tongue first spoke by happy lovers A M0THEB S LOYE,
Within shining Persia's bowers.
Language which bright Shemsihnhar,
Say the old Arabian Nights,
Spoke to her enchanted lover.
In the garden of delights.
If thou hast not, I must tell thee,
How the flowers their meaning show,
And for kisses sweet I'U seU thee,
AH the Elfin tongues I know.
Hark! this mossrose bud has spoken,
Low it's voice as coo of dove;
Sweet the message by this token.
Is confession of my love.
A MOTHER'S LOVE
The sun sank down behind the clouds,
And one was wand'ring lone and chill,
The cold wind blew from o'er the hiU,
And deep'ning gloom the landscape shrouds.
And far her feet had gone that day,
And little food had passed her lips,
And now her fal'tring footstep trips, a mo***heb'b love
And from worn eyes tears force their w a;-.
She pressed her babe against her breast j
And cast her glances wildly round; ■
The gathering gloom, the stony ground,
Small chance of food, small hope of rest.
^ round the infant, warm and tight,
Her shawl she wrapt, it fell to sleep;
And soon the faUiug snowflakes deep,
Covered her wretchedness from sight.
And morning came,-with tiny fist,
The smiling baby soft and fair,
Beat with a cry for food and care,
On the dead mother's-iev breast.
— -finis.—    

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