Spring and autumn bring a change to fair Glen Gilder, O Glen Gilder; Above the banks and under come the freshet's rage and thunder, And men look with awe and wonder on Glen Gilder. O, white the world of winter in Glen Gilder, in Glen Gilder; 'Neath ice the waves are creeping, or down in dark pools sleeping, Or with sound of sleigh-bells leaping in Glen Gilder. O, beautiful the morning in Glen Gilder, in Glen Gilder; But, O, most dear and tender when blooms the sunset splendor, At dying day's surrender in Glen Gilder. And now the lingering sunlight leaves Glen Gilder, O Glen Gilder; While moony ing, shades are stalking, is it the wavelets talk Or whispering lovers walking in Glen Gilder? SONG MARIA mia! all in white Your fairy form against the night, I DREAMED Maria mia! sweet and wise Those darkling, deep, Italian eyes, Burn close, O close, I am not wise, Maria! I am not wise, Maria! 419 OBSCURATION THIS night, when I blew out my candle flame, "I DREAMED" I DREAMED a tender and mysterious dream IMPROMPTUS "FROM LOVE TO LOVE" (FOR A WEDDING) FROM love to love she passes on this day; "I ASKED YOU TO READ MY POEM "" I ASKED you to read my poem, so shameless was I, This my excuse when you hear, you will not deny The prayer of the poet, who saw the soul through the mask. The singer sails in a sea beyond sight or ken, And he flings his plummet of song by night and by day; With his poems he sounds the depths of the souls of In your soul my song I flung to fathom the way. NAZIMOVA FROM every motion, every lovely line, Breathe art and passion; music from those lips; A WARRIOR OF TROY LET other gray-beards mourn the flight of years, IMPROMPTUS I have no feud with fate, nor age, nor time, THE OBELISK (1881) BENEATH a stone wrenched from Egyptian sands Six rivers run through six imperial lands; 421 Nile, Bosphorus, Tiber, Seine, and Thames, till now CROWNED ABSURDITIES I ASKED me: what in all the world 'so odd TO "LITTLE LADY MARGARET" POEMS THEY who love the poets WITH A BOOK OF Up the road, and down the road, SACRILEGE WED, thou, with sweet and silent Death, TO THE HERO OF A SCIENTIFIC ROMANCE If you wish, go be a pig, In and out of season; But do not bore us with a big Philosophic reason. THE WATCHMAN ON THE TOWER (JANUARY, 1907) WATCHMAN! What seest thou in the New Dawn? Far off, across the seas, I behold men pursuing men and helpless women with dreadful massacre; borne on the eastern wind I hear the horrible cries of the murdered and bereft. And what seest thou nearer, O Watchman of the Tower? Nearer I see dark and cowering forms of crime and frightened innocence, alike given pitilessly to the green tree and the red flame. And what else nearer dost thou see, O Seer of Evil Things? I see smoldering fires and drift of black smoke where all manner of shames have been burned in the marketplaces, befouling the pure air of heaven. And now, again, thou seest ? I see scared creatures, in shape of men, fleeing from the light, and hiding in clefts of rocks, and in far places of the earth. Look well, O Watchman, look near and wide, and tell us, who wait, what other things thou dost behold! I see the shining faces of little children from whose backs heavy burdens have been lifted; I see rich men eagerly scattering their wealth among those who need lifting up the stricken and restoring the power of selfhelp to the sturdy, and striving to make less hard the lot of them who work; I see those who labor winning an ampler share in the profits of their toil-in wage, and comfort, and safety, and time for rest; I behold Science conquering the secrets and guiding the forces of nature, and creating new and wondrous devices for human hap |