_Where wail the waters in their flow A spectre wanders to and fro, But nevermore that ghostly sh.o.r.e Shall claim the heir of Yvytot_.
_Sometimes, when, like a fleecy pall, The mists upon the waters fall, Across the main flit shadows twain That do not heed the spectre"s call_.
LONG AGO
I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a name-- My friends were woodchucks, toads, and bees; I knew where thrived in yonder glen What plants would soothe a stone-bruised toe-- Oh, I was very learned then; But that was very long ago!
I knew the spot upon the hill Where checkerberries could be found, I knew the rushes near the mill Where pickerel lay that weighed a pound!
I knew the wood,--the very tree Where lived the poaching, saucy crow, And all the woods and crows knew me-- But that was very long ago.
And pining for the joys of youth, I tread the old familiar spot Only to learn this solemn truth: I have forgotten, am forgot.
Yet here"s this youngster at my knee Knows all the things I used to know; To think I once was wise as he-- But that was very long ago.
I know it"s folly to complain Of whatsoe"er the Fates decree; Yet were not wishes all in vain, I tell you what my wish should be: I"d wish to be a boy again, Back with the friends I used to know; For I was, oh! so happy then-- But that was very long ago!
TO A SOUBRETTE
"Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time"s dull track To you, sweet pink of female gender!
I shall not say--though others may-- That time all human joy enhances; But the same old thrill comes to me still With memories of your songs and dances.
Soubrettish ways these latter days Invite my praise, but never get it; I still am true to yours and you-- My record"s made, I"ll not upset it!
The pranks they play, the things they say-- I"d blush to put the like on paper, And I"ll avow they don"t know how To dance, so awkwardly they caper!
I used to sit down in the pit And see you flit like elf or fairy Across the stage, and I"ll engage No moonbeam sprite was half so airy; Lo, everywhere about me there Were rivals reeking with pomatum, And if, perchance, they caught your glance In song or dance, how did I hate "em!
At half-past ten came rapture--then Of all those men was I most happy, For bottled beer and royal cheer And tetes-a-tetes were on the tapis.
Do you forget, my fair soubrette, Those suppers at the Cafe Rector,-- The cosey nook where we partook Of sweeter cheer than fabled nectar?
Oh, happy days, when youth"s wild ways Knew every phase of harmless folly!
Oh, blissful nights, whose fierce delights Defied gaunt-featured Melancholy!
Gone are they all beyond recall, And I--a shade, a mere reflection-- Am forced to feed my spirit"s greed Upon the husks of retrospection!
And lo! to-night, the phantom light, That, as a sprite, flits on the fender, Reveals a face whose girlish grace Brings back the feeling, warm and tender; And, all the while, the old-time smile Plays on my visage, grim and wrinkled,-- As though, soubrette, your footfalls yet Upon my rusty heart-strings tinkled!
SOME TIME
Last night, my darling, as you slept, I thought I heard you sigh, And to your little crib I crept, And watched a s.p.a.ce thereby; And then I stooped and kissed your brow, For oh! I love you so-- You are too young to know it now, But some time you shall know!
Some time when, in a darkened place Where others come to weep, Your eyes shall look upon a face Calm in eternal sleep, The voiceless lips, the wrinkled brow, The patient smile shall show-- You are too young to know it now, But some time you may know!
Look backward, then, into the years, And see me here to-night-- See, O my darling! how my tears Are falling as I write; And feel once more upon your brow The kiss of long ago-- You are too young to know it now, But some time you shall know.