All trace will vanish from the sand. All vestige of the human race, On that lone shore loud moans the sea But none, alas, shall mourn for me! About 1815. JOHN NEAL FROM THE BATTLE OF NIAGARA A NIGHT-ATTACK BY CAVALRY Observed ye the cloud on that mountain's dim green The tent of the Thunderer, the chariot of one 20 'T is descending to earth, and some horsemen are now 5 10 No banners abroad on the wind are thrown, No shoutings are heard and no cheerings are given, 15 No waving of red-flowing plumage to heaven, Dark and chill is the sky, and the clouds gather round; 20 25 Like a hurried order goes passing about; And unfurling banners are tossed to the sky As struggling to float on the wind passing by; And unharness'd war-steeds are crowding together, The horseman's thick plume and the foot-soldier's feather. The battle is up! and the thunder is pealing, And squadrons of cavalry coursing and wheeling One troop of high helms thro' the fight urge their way, 30 35 Away they still speed! with one impulse they bound, 40 With one impulse alike, as their foes gather round, Undismayed, undisturbed; and above all the rest One rides o'er the strife like a mane o'er its crest, And holds on his way thro' the scimitars there All plunging in light, while the slumbering air Shakes wide with the rolling artillery-peal. The tall one is first; and his followers deal Around and around their desperate blows, Like the army of shadows above when it goes With the smiting of shields and the clapping of wings, When the red-crests shake and the storm-pipe sings, When the cloud-flag unfurls and the death-bugles sound, When the monarchs of space on their dark chargers bound, And the shock of their cavalry comes in the night With furniture flashing and weapons of light. So travelled this band in its pomp and its might. 45 50 55 Away they have gone! and their path is all red, Far and away they are coursing again O'er the clouded hill and the darkened plain; Now choosing the turf for their noiseless route, Now where the wet sand is strown thickest about, 60 65 Streams their long line: like a mist troop they ride LAKE ONTARIO Here sleeps ONTARIO. Old Ontario, hail! 70 5 Like birds that, stooping from the far cliff, ride A moment on the billow, shriek and rise With loaded talons, wheeling to the skies. 10 The heaven's blue counterpart, the murmuring home Of spirits shipwrecked in the ocean-foam, The wild festoon, the cliff, the hanging wood, 15 20 Of thine own deep; thy cliffs for ever ring 25 Be ever thus, as now, magnificent In savage Nature's pomp, unbowed, unbent, THE HOUR OF QUIET ECSTACY It is that hour of quiet ecstacy 30 The sleeping leaf makes busiest minstrelsy; And breathing out their fragrant spirits there, 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Of many a crouching tyrant, too, as if Such melodies were grateful even to him; 1818. When life is loveliest, and the blue skies swim In lustre warm as sunshine but more dim; Step forth to watch in turn and worship by their light. 1818. JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE FROM THE CULPRIT FAY "T is the hour of fairy ban and spell: The wood-tick has kept the minutes well; He has counted them all with click and stroke Deep in the heart of the mountain oak, 25 And he has awakened the sentry elve 5 Who sleeps with him in the haunted tree, To bid him ring the hour of twelve, And call the fays to their revelry; Twelve small strokes on his tinkling bell ('T was made of the white snail's pearly shell)— IO 162 "Midnight comes, and all is well! "T is the dawn of the fairy-day." They come from beds of lichen green, From the silver tops of moon-touched trees, Where they swung in their cobweb hammocks high, And rocked about in the evening breeze; 15 Some from the hum-bird's downy nest 20 They had driven him out by elfin power, And, pillowed on plumes of his rainbow breast, Had slumbered there till the charmed hour; Some had lain in the scoop of the rock, With glittering ising-stars inlaid; 25 And some had opened the four-o'clock, And stole within its purple shade. And now they throng the moonlight glade, 30 Their little minim forms arrayed In the tricksy pomp of fairy pride. |