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Were hard to utter; as to see
That life had any pain。
No shade was on us then; save one
Of chestnuts from the hill;
And through the word our laugh did run
As part thereof: the mirth being done;
He calls me by it still。
Nay; do not smile! I hear in it
What none of you can hear; …
The talk upon the willow seat;
The bird and wind that did repeat
Around; our human cheer。
I hear the birthday's noisy bliss
My sisters' woodland glee;
My father's praise I did not miss
When stooping down; he cared to kiss
The poet at his knee; …
And voices which; to name me; aye
Their tenderest tones were keeping; …
To some I nevermore can say
An answer till God wipes away
In heaven these drops of weeping。
My name to me a sadness wears:
No murmurs cross my mind …
Now God be thanked for these thick tears;
Which show; of those departed years;
Sweet memories left behind。
Now God be thanked for years enwrought
With love which softens yet:
Now God be thanked for every thought
Which is so tender it has caught
Earth's guerdon of regret。
Earth saddens; never shall remove
Affections purely given;
And e'en that mortal grief shall prove
The immortality of love;
And heighten it with Heaven。
Elizabeth Barrett Browning '1806…1861'
THREESCORE AND TEN
Who reach their threescore years and ten;
As I have mine; without a sigh;
Are either more or less than men …
Not such am I。
I am not of them; life to me
Has been a strange; bewildering dream;
Wherein I knew not things that be
From things that seem。
I thought; I hoped; I knew one thing;
And had one gift; when I was young …
The impulse and the power to sing;
And so I sung。
To have a place in the high choir
Of poets; and deserve the same …
What more could mortal man desire
Than poet's fame?
I sought it long; but never found;
The choir so full was and so strong
The jubilant voices there; they drowned
My simple song。
Men would not hear me then; and now
I care not; I accept my fate;
When white hairs thatch the furrowed brow
Crowns come too late!
The best of life went long ago
From me; it was not much at best;
Only the love that young hearts know;
The dear unrest。
Back on my past; through gathering tears;
Once more I cast my eyes; and see
Bright shapes that in my better years
Surrounded me!
They left me here; they left me there;
Went down dark pathways; one by one …
The wise; the great; the young; the fair;
But I went on。
And I go on! And bad or good;
The old allotted years of men
I have endured as best I could;
Threescore and ten!
Richard Henry Stoddard '1825…1903'
RAIN ON THE ROOF
When the humid shadows hover
Over all the starry spheres;
And the melancholy darkness
Gently weeps in rainy tears;
What a bliss to press the pillow
Of a cottage…chamber bed;
And to listen to the patter
Of the soft rain overhead!
Every tinkle on the shingles
Has an echo in the heart;
And a thousand dreamy fancies
Into busy being start;
And a thousand recollections
Weave their air…threads into woof;
As I listen to the patter
Of the rain upon the roof。
Now in memory comes my mother;
As she used; in years agone;
To regard the darling dreamers
Ere she left them till the dawn;
And I feel her fond look on me;
As I list to this refrain
Which is played upon the shingles
By the patter of the rain。
Then my little seraph sister;
With her wings and waving hair;
And her star…eyed cherub brother …
A serene angelic pair …
Glide around my wakeful pillow;
With their praise or mild reproof;
As I listen to the murmur
Of the soft rain on the roof。
And another comes; to thrill me
With her eyes' delicious blue;
And I mind not; musing on her;
That her heart was all untrue:
I remember but to love her
With a passion kin to pain;
And my heart's quick pulses vibrate
To the patter of the rain。
Art hath naught of tone or cadence
That can work with such a spell
In the soul's mysterious fountains;
Whence the tears of rapture well;
As that melody of nature;
That subdued; subduing strain
Which is played upon the shingles
By the patter of the rain。
Coates Kinney '1826…1904'
ALONE BY THE HEARTH
Here; in my snug little fire…lit chamber;
Sit I alone:
And; as I gaze in the coals; I remember
Days long agone。
Saddening it is when the night has descended;
Thus to sit here;
Pensively musing on episodes ended
Many a year。
Still in my visions a golden…haired glory
Flits to and fro;
She whom I loved … but 'tis just the old story:
Dead; long ago。
'Tis but a wraith of love; yet I linger
(Thus passion errs);
Foolishly kissing the ring on my finger …
Once it was hers。
Nothing has changed since her spirit departed;
Here; in this room
Save I; who; weary; and half broken…hearted;
Sit in the gloom。
Loud 'gainst the window the winter rain dashes;
Dreary and cold;
Over the floor the red fire…light flashes
Just as of old。
Just as of old … but the embers are scattered;
Whose ruddy blaze
Flashed o'er the floor where the fairy feet pattered
In other days!
Then; her dear voice; like a silver chime ringing;
Melted away;
Often these walls have re…echoed her singing;
Now hushed for aye!
Why should love bring naught but sorrow; I wonder?
Everything dies!
Time and death; sooner or later; must sunder
Holiest ties。
Years have rolled by; I am wiser and older …
Wiser; but yet
Not till my heart and its feelings grow colder;
Can I forget。
So; in my snug little fire…lit chamber;
Sit I alone;
And; as I gaze in the coals; I remember
Days long agone!
George Arnold '1834…1865'
THE OLD MAN DREAMS
Oh for one hour of youthful joy!
Give back my twentieth spring!
I'd rather laugh; a bright…haired boy;
Than reign; a gray…beard king。
Off with the spoils of wrinkled age!
Away with Learning's crown!
Tear out life's Wisdom…written page;
And dash its trophies down!
One moment let my life…blood stream
From boyhood's fount of flame!
Give me one giddy; reeling dream
Of life all love and fame!
My listening angel heard the prayer;
And; calmly smiling; said;
〃If I but touch thy silvered hair;
Thy hasty wish hath sped。
〃But is there nothing in thy track
To bid thee fondly stay;
While the swift seasons hurry back
To find the wished…for day?〃
〃Ah; truest soul of womankind!
Without thee what were life?
One bliss I cannot leave behind:
I'll take … my … precious … wife!〃
The angel took a sapphire pen
And wrote in rainbow dew;
The man would be a boy again;
And be a husband; too!
〃And is there nothing yet unsaid;
Before the change appears?
Remember; all their gifts have fled
With those dissolving years。〃
〃Why; yes;〃 for memory would reca