Like a bold mariner. There is no bough Like frightened children. Tis more terri- When the hoarse thunder speaks, and the fleet wind Stops like a steed that knows his rider's For oh, the rush that follows is the calm ANNA DRINKER (Edith May). A DROPPED TRINKET. AT Reigate, underneath the trees, The autumn ferns were crisped with brown, Javelin in hand. From the north wings of And, fluttering on a fitful breeze, twilight The autumn leaves came softly down. There falls unwonted shadow, and strange As underneath a tree we stopped gloom An ornament of gold I droppedCloisters the unwilling stars. The sky is Searched for in vain by wistful eyes, roofed With tempest, and the moon's scant rays fall through For there until this hour it lies Beneath some curving fern. Winter will bury it with leaves; Like light let dimly through the fissured And if some future spring upheaves rock Vaulting a cavern. To the horizon The green sea of the forest hath rolled back A golden blossom on the sprout Accompanied, with damps and dreadful And wandering vanity, when least was safe, gloom, Which to his evil conscience represented All things with double terror. On the ground and oft Cursed his creation, death as oft accused Rejected my forewarning, and disdained Outstretched he lay on the cold ground- To overreach, but, with the serpent meeting, death," Said he, "with one thrice-acceptable stroke Justice divine not hasten to be just? cries. Creator wise, that peopled highest heaven ADAM'S ANGER AND EVE'S SUPPLICATION FOR PARDON. This novelty on earth, this fair defect Of nature, and not fill the world at once. With men as angels without feminine, "Or find some other way to generate Mankind? This mischief had not then befallen, And more that shall befall, innumerable Disturbances on earth through female snares, And strait conjunction with this sex; for either He never shall find out fit mate but such By a far worse, or, if she love, withheld To a fell adversary, his hate or shame; To human life and household peace confound." As joined in injuries, one enmity The sentence from my head removed may light On me, sole cause to thee of all this woeMe, me only, just object of his ire." She ended weeping, and her lowly plight, Immovable till peace obtained from fault He added not, and from her turned; but Acknowledged and deplored, in Adam Eve, wrought Not so repulsed, with tears that ceased not Commiseration; soon his heart relented His full wrath whose thou feelst as yet least | No sound was heard of clashing wars, Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain; Apollo, Pallas, Jove and Mars Held undisturbed their ancient reign 'Twas in the calm and silent night; The senator of haughty Rome, Impatient, urged his chariot's flight, From lordly revel rolling home; Triumphal arches, gleaming, swell His breast with thoughts of boundless What recked the Roman what befell Within that province far away Went plodding home a weary boor; A streak of light before him lay, Fallen through a half-shut stable-door Across his path. He passed, for naught Told what was going on within; How keen the stars, his only thought, The air how calm and cold and thin! In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago. Oh, strange indifference! low and high One that shall thrill the world for ever! |