I, hoverer of late by this dark valley, by its confines, having glimpses of it, Here enter lists with thee, claiming my right to make a symbol too. For I have seen many wounded soldiers die, After dread suffering have seen their lives pass off with smiles; And I have watch'd the death-hours of the old; and seen the infant die; The rich, with all his nurses and his doctors; And then the poor, in meagreness and poverty; And I myself for long, O Death, have breath'd my every breath Amid the nearness and the silent thought of thee. SIDNEY LANIER [The poems from Lanier are printed by the kind permission of Mrs. Sidney Lanier, and of Messrs. Charles Scribner's Sons, the authorized publishers of Lanier's Works.] NIGHT AND DAY THE innocent, sweet Day is dead. A sweeter light than ever rayed Star-memories of happier times, 1866. 1884. SONG FOR THE JACQUERIE'' THE hound was cuffed, the hound was kicked, O'the ears was cropped, o' the tail was nicked, (AU.) Oo-hoo-o, howled the hound. 1 One of Lanier's early plans was for a long poem in heroic couplets, with lyric interludes, on the insurrection of the French peasantry in the fourteenth century. Although,' says Mrs. Lanier, "The Jacquerie" remained a fragment for thirteen years, Mr. Lanier's interest in the subject never abated. Far on in this interval he is found planning for leisure to work out in romance the story of that savage insurrection of the French peasantry, which the Chronicles of Froissart had impressed upon his boyish imagination.' 'It was the first time,' says Lanier himself, in a letter of November 15, 1874, that the big hungers of the People appear in our modern civilization; and it is full of significance.' Five chapters of the story, and three lyrics, were completed. See the Poems, pp. 191-214. We're all for love,' the violins said.1 All the mightier strings assembling As when the bridegroom leads the bride, 20 "Each day, all day" (these poor folks say), "In the same old year-long, drear-long 66 ments and re-distilled them into the clear liquid of that wondrous eleventh - Love God utterly, and thy neighbor as thyself so I think the time will come when music, rightly developed to its now-little-foreseen grandeur, will be found to be a later revelation of all gospels *n one. (LANIER, in a letter of March 12, 1875. The Letters of Sidney Lanier, p. 113.) 1 Music is utterly unconscious of aught but Love. (LANIER, in a letter of October, 1866. The Letters of Sidney Lanier, p. 66.) And the kilns and the curt-tongued mills say Go! There's plenty that can, if you can't: we know. Move out, if you think you're underpaid. Thereat this passionate protesting And oh, if men might sometime see 50 60 If business is battle, name it so: To linger in the sacred dark and green Where many boughs the still pool overlean And many leaves make shadow with their sheen. Full powers from Nature manifold. 130 140 150 All piquancies of prickly burs, 160 I heard, when "All for love" the violins cried: So, Nature calls through all her system wide, Give me thy love, O man, so long denied. 170 Much time is run, and man hath changed his ways, Since Nature, in the antique fable-days, Was hid from man's true love by proxy fays, False fauns and rascal gods that stole her praise. The nymphs, cold creatures of man's colder brain; Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain Never to lave its love in them again. Beyond all confines of old ethnic dread. 180 Vainly the Jew might wag his covenant head: "All men are neighbors," so the sweet Voice said. So, when man's arms had circled all man's race, The liberal compass of his warm embrace Stretched bigger yet in the dark bounds of space; |