Of the long tides of traffic. In my doubt And, suddenly, as a song that wholly escapes The smooth sun-bubbles in the worn green paint There was one Myself had idly scratched away one dawn, One mad May-dawn, three hundred years ago, When out of the woods we came with hawthorn boughs And, through the dream, Even as I stood and listened, came a sound Of clashing wine-cups: then a deep-voiced song Made the old timbers of the Mermaid Inn SONG 5 Marchaunt Adventurers, chanting at the windlass, Early in the morning, we slipped from Plymouth Sound, All for Adventure in the great New Regions, All for Eldorado and to sail the world around! Sing! the red of sun-rise ripples round the bows again. Marchaunt Adventurers, O sing, we're outward bound, 10 All to stuff the sunset in our old black galleon, All to seek the merchandise that no man ever found. Chorus: Marchaunt Adventurers! Marchaunt Adventurers! Marchaunt Adventurers, O, whither are ye bound?— 15 All for Eldorado and the great new Sky-line, 20 All to seek the merchandise that no man ever found. Marchaunt Adventurers, O, what'ull ye bring home again?— Wonders and works and the thunder of the sea! Whom will ye traffic with?-The King of the Sunset! What shall be your pilot then?-A wind from Galilee. Nay, but ye be marchaunts, will ye come back emptyhanded? Ay, we be marchaunts, though our gain we ne'er shall see. Cast we now our bread upon the waste wild waters. After many days, it shall return with usury. 25 Chorus: Marchaunt Adventurers! Marchaunt Adventurers! What shall be your profit in the mighty days to be?— Englande! -Englande! -Englande! -Englande! Glory everlasting and the lordship of the sea! And there, framed in the lilac patch of sky A moment he looked back, Over his arm He swung a gorgeous murrey-coloured cloak That up-curled, blue, from long Winchester pipes, But as I stared A sudden buffet from a brawny hand Made all my senses swim, and the room rang 5 IO 15 20 25 30 5 IO 15 20 25 With laughter as upon the rush-strewn floor A leather-jerkined pot-boy to these gods, PRINCETON1 The first four lines of this poem were written for inscription on the first joint memorial to the American and British soldiers who fell in the Revolutionary War. This memorial was recently dedicated at Princeton. Here Freedom stood, by slaughtered friend and foe, Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine And round the gray quadrangles, line by line, Where Princeton calls to Magdalen, tower to tower, And those cream-white magnolia boughs embower The dark bronze tigers crouch on either side 1 Reprinted, by permission, from The New Morning, by Alfred Noyes. Copyright, 1918, by Alfred Noyes. บา And round the bird-loved house where Mercer died By Stony Brook that ran so red of old, But sings of friendship now, To feed the old enemy's harvest fifty-fold The green earth takes the plough. Through this May night if one great ghost should stray With deep remembering eyes, Where that old meadow of battle smiles away Its blood-stained memories, If Washington should walk, where friend and foe Be sure his unquenched heart would leap to know Be sure he walks, in shadowy buff and blue, Where those dim lilacs wave, He bends his head to bless, as dreams come true, 10 15 The promise of that grave, Then with a vaster hope than thought can scan, 20 Touching his ancient sword, Prays for that mightier realm of God in man, "Hasten Thy Kingdom, Lord. "Land of new hope, land of the singing stars, Type of the world to be, |