ΤΟ WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. FROM thy calm eye what soft light streameth through, Like sunbeams, in the still autumnal days, When golden leaves drop through the airy haze, Into the brooks of blue. Upon thy crown thy Lear-like locks are hoar, Fair as the priceless fleece that Jason sheared Clasped like a marble column by a vine Thy crowning locks do cluster thick and strong, And round thy brow the myrtle buds of song And deathless laurels twine. Peace to life's sunny afternoon, Thou shalt walk through Death's valley dark As when of yore the bard of Samos smote As if the earth were but as one broad lyre, So thou hast caught his echoed strain, And wide Atlantic main Where the black forest melts in fields of gold, Where great white fleets rise on the unknown seas, And present years out-run old centuries, A land whose fate 's untold. TO WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 149 Chaucer of this new found home Of Freedom, where Liberty doth shine, As erst she shone beyond the Apennine Upon the domes of Rome, Upon thy head a benison! Thou, who through our solemn woods hast walked, And with great Nature's mystic spirit talked, And sung in unison. Long live; but when thy day doth come, Titian, when seeing his eightieth winter glide, When, sun-like, through the western trees, A moonlight o'er our memories. TO ADA. BONNIE lassie, decked in beauty, Sinks and swells along the plain; Locks Diana's self might envy, Or Narcissus by the brook, Curling, clustering, like the ringlets From her distaff came thy locks, With those locks around his neck, Hope's lamp fell shivered to a wreck! Cheeks which like the bloom of apples Blend their leaves of snow and red, Or the butterfly that dapples With crimson wings the lily's head, Lips like pomegranates so scarlet, Moist with morning's dewy beads, Which like that fruit display when parted, Teeth which shame its pearly seeds; Eyes as blue as flax in blossom, Where the noonday fairies hide, Blue more delicate than heaven, All in all, thy charms so tender * Talmud. |