It is there in my fancy whatever befalls me, It shows me the joys that are purest and best. Ah, sweet is the vision that ever enthralls me: A jolly log-cabin far out in the WestA shabby log-cabin, a shaky log-cabin, A jolly log-cabin far out in the West. Who cares for the scorn of the city's proud daughters, There is one who will dwell by Missouri's fair waters, A shabby log-cabin, a shaky log-cabin, A jolly log-cabin far out in the West. I am poor, but I'm honest. The fetters that bind me Will fall in the West like dead leaves from the tree; A prince on the prairie the future shall find me, As proud as the eagle, as wild and as free. What words shall I borrow to tell of my rapture? When eve warns the hunter of home and of rest, With a gun on my shoulder, a deer as my capture, I'll ride to the cabin far out in the West A shabby log-cabin, a shaky log-cabin, A jolly log-cabin far out in the West. Maiden and Weathercock. MAIDEN. WEATHERCOCK, on the village spire, With your golden feathers all on fire, Tell me what can you see from your perch Above there, over the tower of the church? WEATHERCOCK. I can see the roofs, and the streets below, I can see a ship come sailing in Now he is pressing it to his lips, And now he is kissing his finger-tips, And now he is lifting and waving his hand, MAIDEN. Ah, that is the ship from over the sea Who does not change with the wind, like you. WEATHERCOCK. If I change with all the winds that blow, O pretty maiden, so fine and fair, With your dreamy eyes and your golden hair, The Sea and the Moon. HE Sea fell in love with the Moon; The Moon only laughed at the Sea, "Look down, lovely Moon," said the Sea; She looked, with a flush of disdain; That the image was spotless and fair. THE SEA AND THE MOON. There trembled the silvery illusion; Nay, Moon, do not quiver nor start; 'Tis the tremor of Love's soft confusion, The throb of the Sea's faithful heart. And the Moon would remember and ponder As away round the world she would wander And month after month when returning Gave the Moon a slight feeling of pain. Still the Sea followed sorrowing after, Though ages on ages have perished, Still Love sings the changeless old tune, And with passion still faithfully cherished, The Sea follows after the Moon. Follows after till cruel shores stay him, Then breaks his great heart with a sigh; For the Fates ever mock and delay him Whose aim is unwise and too high. 81 Indecision. O many dreams and fancies creep While framing a fond lover's prayer To that one maid whose radiant glance Seems brighter far than all the rest, The one of whom I say, "Perchance Her gathered life will make me blest," That, after all, I seem to think, Why should her beauty be mine own? Beneath my touch the light might shrink. That shines so fair and pure alone. I've thought for weeks-am thinking yetI wonder if yon glittering star So high in heaven's ether set Had not much rather gleam afar. I wonder if the glowing rose Is happier on a maiden's breast Is just to give the maid a voice." |