O'er which the barren ridges heave their lines, Southward, a blue lake sparkles, whence outflows Awhile meandering in fair repose, Then caught by riven cliffs that guard our home, Through all the year serene and sweet, With many a long, melodious sigh He does but shift the snow from shining peak to peak. VI. Or should this Valley seem Too deeply buried from the golden sun, Still may a home be won Whose breast lies open to his every beam. Of Polynesian main, Where never yet the adventurer's prore A tropic mystery, which the enamored Deep There lofty palms, of some imperial line, Crowd all the hills, and out the headlands go To watch on distant reefs the lazy brine There, when the sun stands high Is in the world: and, pregnant grown With teeming life, the trembling island-earth VII. over, We to that Island soul and voice will be, Will drain in joy their spicy wells, The lily toll her alabaster bells, And some fine influence, unknown and sweet, Around the Isle, till all the life that dwells There when, like Aphrodite, Morn From the ecstatic waves is born, The chieftain Palm, that tops each mountain-crest, Shall feel her glory gild His scaly greaves, And lift his glittering leaves Like arms outspread, to take her to his breast. Breathing away the heavy balms which crept To drink the sweetness gathered while it slept. Shall gently sink, when sunset makes the sky That alchemy superb, Whereto our beings every sense surrender. Looking across the western sea, That dream of Death, that morn of Heaven, shall be; And when the shadows hide Each dying flush, upon the quiet tide, — Quiet as is our love, We first shall see the stars come out above, A pyramid of light, above the buried sun! VIII. There shall our lives to such accordance grow Can never know but there : Each within each involved, like Light and Air, In endless marriage. Earth will fill Her bounteous lap with all we ask of Earth, Nor ever drought or dearth Shrink the rich pulps of vale and hill. Content at last the missing tone to hear Through all her summer-chords, Which makes their full-strung härmony complete In her delighted ear, She to our hearts that concord shall repeat. Led by the strain, it may be ours to enter The secret chamber where she works alone In human mood, or, sterner grown, Takes hold on powers that shake her fiery centre. Year after year the Island shall become A fairer and serener home, And happy children fill our place, The future parents of a nobler race, To whom the banished Love shall come, And fold his weary wings, and find his earthly home! MON-DA-MIN ; OR, THE ROMANCE OF MAIZE. I. JONG ere the shores of green America What time the Continent in silence lay, A solemn realm of forest and of flood, Where Nature wantoned wild in zones immense, Unconscious of her own magnificence; II. Then to the savage race, who knew no world III. For Gods resemble whom they govern: they, IV. A chief there was, who in the frequent stress V. There, from the lake and from the uncertain chase |