THE DISINTERRED WARRIOR. GATHER him to his grave again, The warrior's scattered bones away. Once hallowed by the Almighty's breath. The soul hath quickened every part,— For he was fresher from the Hand And to the elements did stand In nearer kindred than our race. In many a flood to madness tost, Then they were kind,-the forest here, A tribute to the net and spear Of the red ruler of the shade. Fruits on the woodland branches lay, Roots in the shaded soil below, The stars looked forth to teach his way, The still earth warned him of the foe. A noble race! but they are gone, With their old forests wide and deep; And we have built our homes upon Fields where their generations sleep. Their fountains slake our thirst at noon, Upon their fields our harvest waves, Our lovers woo beneath their moon ;Ah, let us spare, at least, their graves! BRYANT. THE WATERFALL AND THE EGLANTINE. 'BEGONE, thou fond, presumptuous elf!" Exclaimed a thundering voice, "Nor dare to trust thy foolish self Between me and my choice!" A small cascade, fresh swoln with snows, And dancing high and dancing low, "Dost thou presume my course to block? I'll hurl thee headlong with the rock Nor did he utter groan or sigh, He ventured to reply. "Ah!" said the briar, "blame me not; Why should we dwell in strife? We, who in this sequestered spot, You stirred me on my rocky bed,— What pleasure through my veins you spread! That did your cares repay. "When spring came on with bud and bell, Among these rocks did I Before you hang my wreaths, to tell That gentle days were nigh! And, in the sultry summer hours, Had little voice or none. "But now, proud thoughts are in your breast; What grief is mine you see. Ah! would you think, even yet how blest Though of both leaf and flower bereft, Rich store of scarlet hips is mine, What more he said I cannot tell. I listened, nor aught else could hear; WORDSWORTH. FINIS. |