30 I enter, and I see thee in the gloom The air is filled with some unknown perfume; The congregation of the dead make room For thee to pass; the votive tapers shine; Like rooks that haunt Ravenna's groves of pine The hovering echoes fly from tomb to tomb. From the confessionals I hear arise As scarlet be," and ends with "as the snow.' star of morning and of liberty! O bringer of the light, whose splendor shines Above the darkness of the Apennines, Through all the nations, and a sound is heard, 80 As of a mighty wind, and men devout, Strangers of Rome, and the new proselytes, In their own language hear the wondrous word, And many are amazed and many doubt. 1866 KILLED AT THE FORD 1 1866. He is dead, the beautiful youth, Hushed all murmurs of discontent. 1 In a letter dated March 23, 1866, Longfellow states that this poem was not the record of a particular event. Carried him back to the silent camp. Two white roses upon his cheeks, And I saw in a vision how far and fleet Till it reached a house in a sunny street, Till it reached a heart that ceased to beat Without a murmur, without a cry; And a bell was tolled, in that far-off town, For one who had passed from cross to crown, And the neighbors wondered that she should die. 1866. The Atlantic Monthly, April, 1866. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES (1809-1894) TO THE PORTRAIT OF "A LADY" In the Athenæum Gallery Well, Miss, I wonder where you live, Perhaps you were a favorite child, Perhaps your friends were not aware Yet you must be a harmless soul; Would care to throw his loaded dice, I cannot think you would provoke Or make young women bite their lips, Pray, did you ever hear, my love, Would suit your style of face! I love sweet features; I will own To see my portrait on a wall, But nature sometimes makes one up It really might be quite as well Hushed up among one's friends! 10 20 30 The Amateur, June 15, 1830. THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN It was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side, His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide; And he has leaped into the waves, and crossed the shining stream, And he has clambered up the bank, all in the moonlight gleam; Oh 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,—“Oh, 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?" "T is nothing but a porpoise, sir, that 's been a-swimming past." 20 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 snow-white lamb, Her hair drooped round her pallid cheeks, like seaweed on a clam, Alas for those two loving ones! she waked not from her swound, And he was taken with the cramp, and in the waves was drowned; But Fate has metamorphosed them, in pity of their woe, And now they keep an oyster-shop for mermaids down below. The Amateur, July 17, 1830. THE MUSIC-GRINDERS There are three ways in which men take One's money from his purse, And very hard it is to tell Which of the three is worse; But all of them are bad enough You 're riding out some pleasant day, A fellow jumps from out a bush, It's hard to meet such pressing friends And so you take your wallet out, Perhaps you 're going out to dine,- You'll hear about the cannon-ball He tells you of his starving wife, Poor little, lovely innocents, You 're sitting on your window-seat, You hear a sound, that seems to wear As if a broken fife should strive And nearer, nearer still, the tide Of music seems to come, There's something like a human voice, And something like a drum; 10 20 30 40 You sit in speechless agony, Until your ear is numb. Poor "home, sweet home" should seem to be A very dismal place; Your "auld acquaintance" all at once Their discords sting through Burns and Like hedgehogs dressed in lace. But hark! the air again is still, And silence, like a poultice, comes It cannot be,-it is,-it is, A hat is going round! No! Pay the dentist when he leaves And pay the owner of the bear That stunned you with his paw, But if you are a portly man, To turn them out of town; And if you are a slender man, Go very quietly and drop 50 70 New England Galaxy, 1830. OLD IRONSIDES 1 Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! 1 The "Constitution" was launched in 1797, served against the pirates in the Mediterranean, and became famous for her exploits in the War of 1812. She was almost entirely rebuilt in 1834 and continued in commission until 1881. See Freneau's "Ode on the Frigate Constitution," p. 115, |