One spurn from his demoniac heel, - Where darkness might be bottled up And what would happen to the land, If in the bearded devil's path Our earth should chance to be? I saw a tutor take his tube The Comet's course to spy; I heard a scream, the gathered rays I saw a fort, the soldiers all Were armed with goggles green; Pop cracked the guns! whiz flew the balls! Bang went the magazine! I saw a poet dip a scroll Each moment in a tub, I read upon the warping back, And ever and anon he bent To wet them as they dried. I saw the scalding pitch roll down And streams of smoke, like water-spouts, Burst through the rumbling mines; The brakes went up and down. I saw a roasting pullet sit I saw a cripple scorch his hand I saw nine geese upon the wing I saw the ox that browsed the grass I saw hugh fishes, boiled to rags, Bob through the bubbling brine; And thoughts of supper crossed my soul; Strange sights! strange sounds! O fearful dream! The steaming sea, the crimson glare, A NOONTIDE LYRIC. HE dinner-bell, the dinner-bell Is ringing loud and clear; Through hill and plain, through street and lane, It echoes far and near; From curtained hall and whitewashed stall, I smell the smell of roasted meat! The beggars know where they can go, The poet lays his laurels down, His very devil hath a home, But what, O what have I? Methinks I hear an angel voice, "Pale stranger, all may yet be well, Erect thy head, and cock thy hat, And thou shalt have a jolly meal, I hear the voice! I go! I go! Prepare your meat and wine! Give me one golden dream, - And dangle from the beam! THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN. T was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side, His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide; The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim, Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him. It was the pensive oysterman that saw a lovely maid, Upon a moonlight evening, a sitting in the shade; He saw her wave her handkerchief, as much as if to say, "I'm wide awake, young oysterman, and all the folks away." Then up arose the oysterman, and to himself said he, "I guess I'll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see; I read it in the story-book, that, for to kiss his dear, Leander swam the Hellespont, and I will swim this here." And he has leaped into the waves, and crossed the shining stream, And he has clambered up the bank, all in the moonlight gleam; O there were kisses sweet as dew, and words as soft as rain, But they have heard her father's step, and in he leaps again! Out spoke the ancient fisherman, -"O what was that, my daughter? "'T was nothing but a pebble, sir, I threw into the water." "And what is that, pray tell me, love, that paddles off so fast?" "It's nothing but a porpoise, sir, that's been a swimming past." Out spoke the ancient fisherman, -"Now bring me my harpoon! I'll get into my fishing-boat, and fix the fellow soon." Down fell that pretty innocent, as falls a snowwhite lamb, Her hair drooped round her pallid cheeks, like seaweed on a clam. |