I THE WILD GEESE HAD no sail to cross the sea, A brave white bird went forth from me, O strong white bird, come back in spring! I watched the wild geese rise and cry Their winnowing pinions clove the light, I laid me low, my day was done, The moon, through veils of gloomy red, Her mystic torch lit up my brain ; "O wild white bird, O wait for me! "O'er glimmering plains, through forest gloom, To track a wanderer's feet I come; 'Mid lonely swamp, by haunted brake, I'll pass unfrighted for his sake. "Alone, afar, his footsteps roam, The stars his roof, the tent his home. Saw'st thou what way the wild geese flew To sunward through the thick night dew? Carry my soul where he abides, And pierce the mystery that hides His presence, and through time and space Look with mine eyes upon his face." Beside his prairie fire he rests, All feathered things are in their nests: "What strange wild bird is this," he saith, "Still fragrant with the ocean's breath? "Perch on my hand, thou briny thing, "And vale, the river's silver streak, "I greet the friends I've loved and lost, "Ere spring's return I will be there, Thou strange sea-fragrant messenger!" I wake and weep; the moon shines sweet, O dream too short! O bird too fleet ! OLIVER GOLDSMITH (1728-1774) AN ELEGY On the glory of her sex, Mrs. Mary Blaize. G OOD people all, with one accord, Who never wanted a good word The needy seldom passed her door, She strove the neighborhood to please With manners wondrous winning; And never followed wicked waysUnless when she was sinning. At church, in silks and satins new, Her love was sought, I do aver, But now, her wealth and finery fled, The doctors found, when she was dead- Let us lament, in sorrow sore, That had she lived a twelvemonth more O MEMORY MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain: Thou, like the world, th' oppress'd oppressing, “T THE HERMIT From the Vicar of Wakefield. URN gentle Hermit of the dale, "For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow; |