Изображения страниц
PDF
EPUB

Slush and sand of the beach tireless till daylight wending,
Steadily, slowly, through hoarse roar never remitting,

Along the midnight edge by those milk-white combs careering,
A group of dim, weird forms, struggling, the night confronting,
That savage trinity warily watching.

AFTER THE SEA-SHIP.

AFTER the sea-ship, after the whistling winds,

After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad myriad waves hastening, lifting up their necks,
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship,
Waves of the ocean bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
Waves, undulating waves, liquid, uneven, emulous waves,
Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,
Where the great vessel sailing and tacking displaced the surface,
Larger and smaller waves in the spread of the ocean yearnfully
flowing,

The wake of the sea-ship after she passes, flashing and frolicsome under the sun,

A motley procession with many a fleck of foam and many fragments, Following the stately and rapid ship, in the wake following.

BY THE ROADSIDE.

A BOSTON BALLAD.

(1854.)

To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early,
Here's a good place at the corner, I must stand and see the show.

Clear the way there Jonathan ! Way for the President's marshal - way for the government cannon! Way for the Federal foot and dragoons, (and the apparitions copiously tumbling.)

I love to look on the Stars and Stripes, I hope the fifes will play Yankee Doodle.

How bright shine the cutlasses of the foremost troops!
Every man holds his revolver, marching stiff through Boston town.

A fog follows, antiques of the same come limping,

Some appear wooden-legged, and some appear bandaged and bloodless.

Why this is indeed a show - it has called the dead out of the earth!

The old graveyards of the hills have hurried to see!
Phantoms! phantoms countless by flank and rear!

Cock'd hats of mothy mould- crutches made of mist!
Arms in slings—old men leaning on young men's shoulders.

What troubles you Yankee phantoms? what is all this chattering of bare gums?

Does the ague convulse your limbs? do you mistake your crutches for firelocks and level them?

If you

blind
your eyes with tears you will not see the President's
marshal,

If you groan such groans you might balk the government cannon.

For shame old maniacs

your white hair be,

bring down those toss'd arms, and let

Here gape your great grandsons, their wives gaze at them from

the windows,

See how well dress'd, see how orderly they conduct themselves.

Worse and worse - can't you stand it? are you retreating?
Is this hour with the living too dead for you?

Retreat then

pell-mell!

To your graves - back— back to the hills old limpers!
I do not think you belong here anyhow.

But there is one thing that belongs here—shall I tell you what it is, gentlemen of Boston?

I will whisper it to the Mayor, he shall send a committee to England,

They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the royal vault,

Dig out King George's coffin, unwrap him quick from the graveclothes, box up his bones for a journey,

Find a swift Yankee clipper-here is freight for you, black-bellied

clipper,

Up with your anchor
Boston bay.

shake out your sails — steer straight toward

Now call for the President's marshal again, bring out the govern

ment cannon,

Fetch home the roarers from Congress, make another procession, guard it with foot and dragoons.

This centre-piece for them;

Look, all orderly citizens—look from the windows, women!

The committee open the box, set up the regal ribs, glue those that will not stay,

Clap the skull on top of the ribs, and clap a crown on top of the skull.

[ocr errors]

You have got your revenge, old buster the crown is come to its own, and more than its own.

Stick your hands in your pockets, Jonathan

man from this day,

you are a made

You are mighty cute-and here is one of your bargains.

EUROPE,

The 72d and 73d Years of These States.

SUDDENLY out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,

Like lightning it le'pt forth half startled at itself,

Its feet upon the ashes and the rags, its hands tight to the throats of kings.

O hope and faith!

O aching close of exiled patriots' lives!

O many a sicken'd heart!

Turn back unto this day and make yourselves afresh.

And you, paid to defile the People — you liars, mark!

Not for numberless agonies, murders, lusts,

For court thieving in its manifold mean forms, worming from his

simplicity the poor man's wages,

For many a promise sworn by royal lips and broken and laugh'd at in the breaking,

Then in their power not for all these did the blows strike revenge, or the heads of the nobles fall;

The People scorn'd the ferocity of kings.

But the sweetness of mercy brew'd bitter destruction, and the frighten'd monarchs come back,

Each comes in state with his train, hangman, priest, tax-gatherer, Soldier, lawyer, lord, jailer, and sycophant.

Yet behind all lowering stealing, lo, a shape,

Vague as the night, draped interminably, head, front and form, in scarlet folds,

Whose face and eyes none may see,

Out of its robes only this, the red robes lifted by the arm, One finger crook'd pointed high over the top, like the head of a snake appears.

Meanwhile corpses lie in new-made graves, bloody corpses of

young men,

The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, the bullets of princes are flying, the creatures of power laugh aloud,

And all these things bear fruits, and they are good.

Those corpses of young men,

Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets, those hearts pierc'd by the gray lead,

Cold and motionless as they seem live elsewhere with unslaughter'd vitality.

They live in other young men O kings!

They live in brothers again ready to defy you,

They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted.

Not a grave of the murder'd for freedom but grows seed for freedom, in its turn to bear seed,

Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains and the snows nourish.

Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose, But it stalks invisibly over the earth, whispering, counseling, cautioning.

Liberty, let others despair of you - I never despair of you.

Is the house shut? is the master away?

Nevertheless, be ready, be not weary of watching,
He will soon return, his messengers come anon.

A HAND-MIRROR.

HOLD it up sternly you?)

see this it sends back, (who is it? is it

Outside fair costume, within ashes and filth,

No more a flashing eye, no more a sonorous voice or springy

step,

Now some slave's eye, voice, hands, step,

A drunkard's breath, unwholesome eater's face, venerealee's flesh,
Lungs rotting away piecemeal, stomach sour and cankerous,
Joints rheumatic, bowels clogged with abomination,

Blood circulating dark and poisonous streams,

Words babble, hearing and touch callous,

No brain, no heart left, no magnetism of sex;

Such from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence,
Such a result so soon—and from such a beginning!

[blocks in formation]

Aught, aught of mightiest, best I see, conceive, or know, (To break the stagnant tie-thee, thee to free, O soul,) Be thou my God.

* All great ideas, the races' aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my Gods.

[blocks in formation]
« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »