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The cloudy summits of our time. The mighty pyramids of stone
That Wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known,
Are but gigantic flights of stairs. The distant mountains, that uprear
Their solid bastions to the skies, Are crossed by pathways, that appear
As we to higher levels rise. The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept,
Were toiling upward in the night. Standing on what too long we bore,
With shoulders bent and downcast eyes We may discern-unseen before
A path to higher destinies.
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
THE PHANTOM SHIP.76
Of the old Colonial time,
That is here set down in rhyme.
A ship sailed from New Haven,
And the keen and frosty airs, That filled her sails at parting,
Were heavy with good men's prayers. “O Lord ! if it be thy pleasure”
Thus prayed the old divine“ To bury our friends in the ocean,
Take them, for they are thine!” But Master Lamberton muttered,
And under his breath said he,
I fear our grave she will be!"
When the winter months were gone,
Nor of Master Lamberton. This put the people to praying
That the Lord would let them hear,
He had done with friends so dear,
It was in the month of June,
Of a windy afternoon,
A ship was seen below,
Who sailed so long ago.
Right against the wind that blew,
The faces of the crew.
Hanging tangled in the shrouds,
And blown away like clouds.
Fell slowly, one by one,
As a sea-mist in the sun!
Each said unto his friend,
And thus her tragic end.
Gave thanks to God in prayer, That, to quiet their troubled spirits,
He had sent this Ship of Air.
THE WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS. A Mist was driving down the British Channel,
The day was just begun,
Streamed the red autumn sun.
And the white sails of ships;
Hailed it with feverish hips.
Were all alert that day,
When the fog cleared away.
Their cannon, through the night,
The sea-coast opposite.
On every citadel ;
That all was well.
Replied the distant forts,
And Lord of the Cinque Ports.
No drum-beat from the wall,
Awaken with its call!
The long line of the coast,
Be seen upon his post!
In sombre harness mailed,
The rampart wall has scaled,
The dark and silent room,
The silence and the gloom.
But smote the Warden hoar.
And groan from shore to shore,
Meanwhile, without, the surly cannon waited,
The sun rose bright o'erhead;
That a great man was dead.
ALL houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses. Through the open doors
With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
Along the passages they come and go,
A sense of something moving to and fro.
Invited; the illuminated hall
As silent as the pictures on the wall.
The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;
All that has been is visible and clear.
Owners and occupants of earlier dates
And hold in mortmain still their old estates.
Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere
A vital breath of more ethereal air.
By opposite attractions and desires ;
And the more noble instinct that aspires.
Of earthly wants and aspirations high,
An undiscovered planet in our sky.
Throws o'er the sea a floating bridge of light,
Into the realm of mystery and night,
A bridge of light, connecting it with this,
Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.
IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE.
In the village churchyard she lies,
No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs ;
But their dust is white as hers.
And foolish pomp of this world of ours?
The richest and rarest of all dowers ?
Either of anger or of pride,
By those who are sleeping at her side
To find her failings, faults, and errors ?
In your own secret sins and terrors!
THE EMPEROR'S BIRD'S NEST.
With his swarthy, grave commanders,
Some old frontier town of Flanders,
In great boots of Spanish leather,
Cursed the Frenchmen, cursed the weather. Thus as to and fro they went,
Over upland and through hollow, Giving their impatience vent, Perched upon the Emperor's tent,
In her nest, they spied a swallow, Yes, it was a swallow's nest,
Built of clay and hair of horses, Mane, or tale, or dragoon's crest, Found on hedge-rows east and west,
After skirmish of the forces.