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Looms in the distant landscape of the Past；
Like a burnt tower upon a blackened heath；
Lit by the fires of burning woods beneath！
INTERLUDE
Thus closed the tale of guilt and gloom；
That cast upon each listener's face
Its shadow； and for some brief space
Unbroken silence filled the room。
The Jew was thoughtful and distressed；
Upon his memory thronged and pressed
The persecution of his race；
Their wrongs and sufferings and disgrace；
His head was sunk upon his breast；
And from his eyes alternate came
Flashes of wrath and tears of shame。
The student first the silence broke；
As one who long has lain in wait
With purpose to retaliate；
And thus he dealt the avenging stroke。
〃In such a company as this；
A tale so tragic seems amiss；
That by its terrible control
O'ermasters and drags down the soul
Into a fathomless abyss。
The Italian Tales that you disdain；
Some merry Night of Straparole；
Or Machiavelli's Belphagor；
Would cheer us and delight us more；
Give greater pleasure and less pain
Than your grim tragedies of Spain！〃
And here the Poet raised his hand；
With such entreaty and command；
It stopped discussion at its birth；
And said： 〃The story I shall tell
Has meaning in it； if not mirth；
Listen； and hear what once befell
The merry birds of Killingworth！〃
THE POET'S TALE
THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH
It was the season； when through all the land
The merle and mavis build； and building sing
Those lovely lyrics； written by His hand；
Whom Saxon Caedmon calls the Blitheheart King；
When on the boughs the purple buds expand；
The banners of the vanguard of the Spring；
And rivulets； rejoicing； rush and leap；
And wave their fluttering signals from the steep。
The robin and the bluebird； piping loud；
Filled all the blossoming orchards with their glee；
The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud
Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be；
And hungry crows assembled in a crowd；
Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly；
Knowing who hears the ravens cry； and said：
〃Give us； O Lord； this day our daily bread！〃
Across the Sound the birds of passage sailed；
Speaking some unknown language strange and sweet
Of tropic isle remote； and passing hailed
The village with the cheers of all their fleet；
Or quarrelling together； laughed and railed
Like foreign sailors； landed in the street
Of seaport town； and with outlandish noise
Of oaths and gibberish frightening girls and boys。
Thus came the jocund Spring in Killingworth；
In fabulous day； some hundred years ago；
And thrifty farmers； as they tilled the earth；
Heard with alarm the cawing of the crow；
That mingled with the universal mirth；
Cassandra…like； prognosticating woe；
They shook their heads； and doomed with dreadful words
To swift destruction the whole race of birds。
And a town…meeting was convened straightway
To set a price upon the guilty heads
Of these marauders； who； in lieu of pay；
Levied black…mail upon the garden beds
And cornfields； and beheld without dismay
The awful scarecrow； with his fluttering shreds；
The skeleton that waited at their feast；
Whereby their sinful pleasure was increased。
Then from his house； a temple painted white；
With fluted columns； and a roof of red；
The Squire came forth； august and splendid sight！
Slowly descending； with majestic tread；
Three flights of steps； nor looking left nor right；
Down the long street he walked； as one who said；
〃A town that boasts inhabitants like me
Can have no lack of good society！〃
The Parson； too； appeared； a man austere；
The instinct of whose nature was to kill；
The wrath of God he preached from year to year；
And read； with fervor； Edwards on the Will；
His favorite pastime was to slay the deer
In Summer on some Adirondac hill；
E'en now； while walking down the rural lane；
He lopped the wayside lilies with his cane。
From the Academy； whose belfry crowned
The hill of Science with its vane of brass；
Came the Preceptor； gazing idly round；
Now at the clouds； and now at the green grass；
And all absorbed in reveries profound
Of fair Almira in the upper class；
Who was； as in a sonnet he had said；
As pure as water； and as good as bread。
And next the Deacon issued from his door；
In his voluminous neck…cloth； white as snow；
A suit of sable bombazine he wore；
His form was ponderous； and his step was slow；
There never was so wise a man before；
He seemed the incarnate 〃Well； I told you so！〃
And to perpetuate his great renown
There was a street named after him in town。
These came together in the new town…hall；
With sundry farmers from the region round。
The Squirt presided； dignified and tall；
His air impressive and his reasoning sound；
Ill fared it with the birds； both great and small；
Hardly a friend in all that crowd they found；
But enemies enough； who every one
Charged them with all the crimes beneath the sun。
When they had ended； from his place apart；
Rose the Preceptor； to redress the wrong；
And； trembling like a steed before the start；
Looked round bewildered on the expectant throng；
Then thought of fair Almira； and took heart
To speak out what was in him； clear and strong；
Alike regardless of their smile or frown；
And quite determined not to be laughed down。
〃Plato； anticipating the Reviewers；
From his Republic banished without pity
The Poets； in this little town of yours；
You put to death； by means of a Committee；
The ballad…singers and the Troubadours；
The street…musicians of the heavenly city；
The birds； who make sweet music for us all
In our dark hours； as David did for Saul。
〃The thrush that carols at the dawn of day
From the green steeples of the piny wood；
The oriole in the elm； the noisy jay；
Jargoning like a foreigner at his food；
The bluebird balanced on some topmost spray；
Flooding with melody the neighborhood；
Linnet and meadow…lark； and all the throng
That dwell in nests； and have the gift of song。
〃You slay them all！ and wherefore！ for the gain
Of a scant handful more or less of wheat；
Or rye； or barley； or some other grain；
Scratched up at random by industrious feet；
Searching for worm or weevil after rain！
Or a few cherries； that are not so sweet
As are the songs these uninvited guests；
Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts。
〃Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these？
Do you ne'er think who made them and who taught
The dialect they speak； where melodies
Alone are the interpreters of thought？
Whose household words are songs in many keys；
Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught！
Whose habitations in the tree…tops even
Are half…way houses on the road to heaven！
〃Think； every morning when the sun peeps through
The dim； leaf…latticed windows of the grove；
How jub