CONTENTS
[The Thankless Muse]
[Blue Roses of Academus]
[The Winds of Dawn]
[Anacreontic]
[Bumble Bee]
[Water Lilies at Sunset]
[Between the Flowers]
[As You Like It]
[The Old City]
[Amethysts]
[Katy Did]
[Narcissus]
[Nunc Dimittis]
[Beaver Pond Meadow]
[High Island]
[Lotus Eating]
[The Mermaid's Glass]
[A Holiday Eclogue]
[A Memory]
[Amours Passagères]
[On a Miniature]
[Im Schwarzwald]
[Waiting for Winter]
[Greek: Tò Pan]
[The Singer of One Song]
[Posthumous]
[Hugh Latimer]
[Carçamon]
[Ecce in Deserto]
[To Imogen at the Harp]
[The Ideas of the Pure Reason]
[On Guard]
[Sursum Corda]
[Love, Death and Life]
[The Dying Pantheist to the Priest]
[The Upland]
[The Remainder]
[The Pasture Bars]
[The Rising of the Curtain]
THE TWO TWILIGHTS
THE THANKLESS MUSE
The muses ring my bell and run away.
I spy you, rogues, behind the evergreen:
You, wild Thalia, romper in the hay;
And you, Terpsichore, you long-legged quean.
When I was young you used to come and stay,
But, now that I grow older, 'tis well seen
What tricks ye put upon me. Well-a-day!
How many a summer evening have ye been
Sitting about my door-step, fain to sing
And tell old tales, while through the fragrant dark
Burned the large planets, throbbed the brooding sound
Of crickets and the tree-toads' ceaseless ring;
And in the meads the fire-fly lit her spark
Where from my threshold sank the vale profound.
BLUE ROSES OF ACADEMUS
So late and long the shadows lie
Under the quadrangle wall:
From such a narrow strip of sky
So scant an hour the sunbeams fall,
They hardly come to touch at all
This cool, sequestered corner where,
Beside the chapel belfry tall,
I cultivate my small parterre.
Poor, sickly blooms of Academe,
Recluses of the college close,
Whose nun-like pallor would beseem
The violet better than the rose:
There's not a bud among you blows
With scent or hue to lure the bee:
Only the thorn that on you grows—
Only the thorn grows hardily.