EARLIER POEMS. By that dear talisman, a mother's Fluttering with half-fledged words, That more than words expressed, When his glad mother on him stole, And snatched him to her breast! Oh, thoughts were brooding in those eyes, That would have soared like strongwinged birds Far, far into the skies, Had he but tarried with us long! How quiet are the hands That he were dropped asleep. Time scarce can number The years ere he will wake again. Oh, may we see his eyelids open then! O stern word-Nevermore! As the airy gossamere, Floating in the sunlight clear, Where'er it toucheth clingeth tightly, Round glossy leaf or stump unsightly, So from his spirit wandered out He did but float a little way Or harkening their fairy chime; Ne'er felt the gale; He did but float a little way, No grating on his vessel's keel; With us was short, and 'twas most meet That he should be no delver in earth's clod, Nor need to pause and cleanse his feet To stand before his God: THE SIRENS. THE sea is lonely, the sea is dreary, The sea is restless and uneasy; Thou seekest quiet, thou art weary, Wandering thou knowest not whither; Our little isle is green and breezy, Come and rest thee! Oh come hither, Come to this peaceful home of ours, To be at rest among the flowers; To be at rest for evermore! Look how the gray old Ocean From the depth of his heart rejoices, Heaving with a gentle motion, Melt into one low voice alone, That murmurs over the weary sea, And seems to sing from everywhere, "Here mayst thou harbour peacefully, Here mayst thou rest from the aching oar; Turn thy curved prow ashore, And in our green isle rest for ever. more! Thus, on Life's weary sea, Voices sweet, from far and Ever singing low and clear, Is it not better here to be, To see the still seals only A restless grave, where thou shalt lie Even in death unquietly? Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark, Lean over the side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong shark Upturned patiently, Ever waiting there for thee: Look down and see those shapeless forms, Which ever keep their dreamless sleep Far down within the gloomy deep, And only stir themselves in storms, Rising like islands from beneath, And snorting through the angry spray, As the frail vessel perisheth In the whirls of their unwieldy play; Look down! Look down! Upon the seaweed, slimy and dark, That waves its arms so lank and brown, Beckoning for thee! Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark Into the cold depth of the sea! Here all is pleasant as a dream; The wind scarce shaketh down the dew, The green grass floweth like a stream Into the ocean's blue; Here is a gush of many streams, And every wish and longing seems Lulled to a numbered flow of words, Listen! Oh, listen! Here ever hum the golden bees Underneath full-blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned ; The sand is so smooth, the yellow sand, That thy keel will not grate as it touches the land; All around with a slumberous sound, The singing waves slide up the strand, And there, where the smooth, wet pebbles be, The waters gurgle longingly, shore, |