EARLIER POEMS THE first book of poetry issued by Lowell, if we except the pamphlet containing his Class Poem, was A Year's Life, published in 1841 by C. C. Little and J. Brown, Boston. It contained thirty-two poems and songs and thirtyfive sonnets, besides a l'envoi headed" Goe, Little Booke," and a dedication addressed, though not formally, to Miss Maria White, to whom he had become engaged in the fall of 1840. The gentle Una I have loved, The snowy maiden, pure and mild, Through ventures strange, a wondering child, If there be one who can, like her, As many gentle household graces, — The poems which filled the volume had appeared in The Knickerbocker, The Southern Literary Messenger, and some of the Boston THRENODIA As first printed in The Knickerbocker magazine for May, 1839, this poem bore the title Threnodia on an Infant, and was signed H. P., the initials for Hugh Perceval, a pseudonym which Lowell used occasionally at the outset of his career. In a letter to G. B. Loring, upon the appearance of the poem, Lowell says that his brother Robert animadverted on the irregular metre of the Threnodia; "but as I think," he adds, "very unphilosophically and without much perception of the true rules of poetry. In my opinion no verse ought to be longer than the writer can sensibly make it. It has been this senseless stretching of verses to make them octo- or deka-syllabic or what not, that has brought such an abundance of useless epithets on the shoulders of poor English verse." GONE, gone from us! and shall we see Those sibyl-leaves of destiny, Those calm eyes, nevermore? newspapers. How little value the author set upon the contents of this first volume is evident when one discovers that on making his first general collection of poems in 1849, he retained but seven of those printed in A Year's Life. He continued to contribute to the magazines of his time, especially to The Democratic Review, Graham's Magazine, The Boston Miscellany, and The Pioneer, the last named being a very short-lived magazine which he conducted in company with Mr. Robert Carter, and in 1843 he issued a second volume of Poems, in which he gathered the product of the intervening time, whether printed or in manuscript. The division Earlier Poems, first used in the collection dated 1877, contains but seven of the poems, two of them being sonnets included in A Year's Life. Of the thirty-five poems and thirty-seven sonnets printed in the 1843 volume of Poems, seven poems and thirteen sonnets were silently dropped from later collections, and the poems included in the two volumes were distributed mainly between the two divisions Earlier Poems and Miscellaneous Poems. Those deep, dark eyes so warm and bright, The stars of those two gentle eyes As we watched them slowly rise, And she would read them o'er and o'er, Over their dear astrology, Which she had conned and conned before, And tears would slide from out her eye, The tongue that scarce had learned to An entrance to a mother's heart Fluttering with half-fledged words, That more than words expressed, Oh, thoughts were brooding in those eyes, That would have soared like strong-winged birds Far, far into the skies, Had he but tarried with us long! He did but float a little way Adown the stream of time, With dreamy eyes watching the ripples play, Or hearkening their fairy chime; Ne'er felt the gale; He did but float a little way, No grating on his shallop's keel; Mingled the waters with the land Full short his journey was; no dust He seemed a cherub who had lost his way With us was short, and 't was most meet Oh blest word- Evermore! THE SIRENS This poem in A Year's Life is dated Nantasket, July, 1840. THE sea is lonely, the sea is dreary, Look how the gray old Ocean And all sweet sounds of earth and air And in our green isle rest forevermore! And Echo half wakes in the wooded hill, Thus, on Life's weary sea, Voices sweet, from far and near, Is it not better here to be, To see the still seals only A restless grave, where thou shalt lie Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark, Lean over the side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong shark Ever waiting there for thee: Look down and see those shapeless forms, In the whirls of their unwieldy play; Look down beneath thy wave-worn bark Look down! Look down! Voices sad, from far and near, 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; Listen! Oh, listen! A song of many birds, Here ever hum the golden bees IRENÉ The indirect as well as direct references to Maria White are frequent in these early poems. Lowell, in a letter to G. B. Loring shortly after this poem appeared, wrote: "Maria fills my ideal and I satisfy hers, and I mean to live as one beloved by such a woman should live. She is every way noble. People have called Irené a beautiful piece of poetry. And so it is. It owes all its beauty to her." HERS is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear; Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies, Free without boldness, meek without a fear, Quicker to look than speak its sympathies; As, in the mid-watch of a clear, still night, With a full peace, that never can depart From its own steadfastness; a holy awe For holy things, - not those which men call holy, But such as are revealed to the eyes | Of a true woman's soul bent down and lowly Before the face of daily mysteries; So circled lives she with Love's holy A love that blossoms soon, but ripens light, That from the shade of self she walketh free; The garden of her soul still keepeth she A simple truthfulness, and these have lent her A dignity as moveless as the centre; So that no influence of our earth can stir Her steadfast courage, nor can take away The holy peacefulness, which night and day, Unto her queenly soul doth minister. Most gentle is she; her large charity (An all unwitting, childlike gift in her) Not freer is to give than meek to bear; And, though herself not unacquaint with care, Hath in her heart wide room for all that be, Her heart that hath no secrets of its own, Welleth a noiseless spring of patience, |