Where broad rivers, brimmed with rains, Wind in sinuous blue for miles Through low, grassy meadow plains, Where the warm sun sifts and smiles, And great tented elms throw Shadows in cool depths below;—
Spirit in blue hazes clad, Maiden of the sunny mouth, When the airs grow still and sad, And the birds are calling south, And the far-off hills are blue, Here I love to dream with you;
Dream the olden days of yore, While the wind some haunted tune Flutes in gold-green leafy core Of the long-tranced afternoon; And my heart grows still and vast With long memories of the past.
UNABSOLVED.
A DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE.
(This poem is founded on the confession of a man who went with one of the expeditions to save Sir John Franklin’s party, and who, being sent ahead, saw signs of them, but, through cowardice, was afraid to tell.)