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All things are symbols： the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind；
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves；
The song…birds leave us at the summer's close；
Only the empty nests are left behind；
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves。
TO THE RIVER RHONE
Thou Royal River； born of sun and shower
In chambers purple with the Alpine glow；
Wrapped in the spotless ermine of the snow
And rocked by tempests！at the appointed hour
Forth； like a steel…clad horseman from a tower；
With clang and clink of harness dost thou go
To meet thy vassal torrents； that below
Rush to receive thee and obey thy power。
And now thou movest in triumphal march；
A king among the rivers！ On thy way
A hundred towns await and welcome thee；
Bridges uplift for thee the stately arch；
Vineyards encircle thee with garlands gay；
And fleets attend thy progress to the sea！
THE THREE SILENCES OF MOLINOS
TO JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
Three Silences there are： the first of speech；
The second of desire； the third of thought；
This is the lore a Spanish monk； distraught
With dreams and visions； was the first to teach。
These Silences； commingling each with each；
Made up the perfect Silence； that he sought
And prayed for； and wherein at times he caught
Mysterious sounds from realms beyond our reach。
O thou； whose daily life anticipates
The life to come； and in whose thought and word
The spiritual world preponderates。
Hermit of Amesbury！ thou too hast heard
Voices and melodies from beyond the gates；
And speakest only when thy soul is stirred！
THE TWO RIVERS
I
Slowly the hour…hand of the clock moves round；
So slowly that no human eye hath power
To see it move！ Slowly in shine or shower
The painted ship above it； homeward bound；
Sails； but seems motionless； as if aground；
Yet both arrive at last； and in his tower
The slumberous watchman wakes and strikes the hour；
A mellow； measured； melancholy sound。
Midnight！ the outpost of advancing day！
The frontier town and citadel of night！
The watershed of Time； from which the streams
Of Yesterday and To…morrow take their way；
One to the land of promise and of light；
One to the land of darkness and of dreams！
II
O River of Yesterday； with current swift
Through chasms descending； and soon lost to sight；
I do not care to follow in their flight
The faded leaves； that on thy bosom drift！
O River of To…morrow； I uplift
Mine eyes； and thee I follow； as the night
Wanes into morning； and the dawning light
Broadens； and all the shadows fade and shift！
I follow； follow； where thy waters run
Through unfrequented； unfamiliar fields；
Fragrant with flowers and musical with song；
Still follow； follow； sure to meet the sun；
And confident； that what the future yields
Will be the right； unless myself be wrong。
III
Yet not in vain； O River of Yesterday；
Through chasms of darkness to the deep descending；
I heard thee sobbing in the rain； and blending
Thy voice with other voices far away。
I called to thee； and yet thou wouldst not stay；
But turbulent； and with thyself contending；
And torrent…like thy force on pebbles spending；
Thou wouldst not listen to a poet's lay。
Thoughts； like a loud and sudden rush of wings；
Regrets and recollections of things past；
With hints and prophecies of things to be；
And inspirations； which； could they be things；
And stay with us； and we could hold them fast；
Were our good angels；these I owe to thee。
IV
And thou； O River of To…morrow； flowing
Between thy narrow adamantine walls；
But beautiful； and white with waterfalls；
And wreaths of mist； like hands the pathway showing；
I hear the trumpets of the morning blowing；
I hear thy mighty voice； that calls and calls；
And see； as Ossian saw in Morven's halls；
Mysterious phantoms； coming； beckoning； going！
It is the mystery of the unknown
That fascinates us； we are children still；
Wayward and wistful； with one hand we cling
To the familiar things we call our own；
And with the other； resolute of will；
Grope in the dark for what the day will bring。
BOSTON
St。 Bototlph's Town！ Hither across the plains
And fens of Lincolnshire； in garb austere；
There came a Saxon monk； and founded here
A Priory； pillaged by marauding Danes；
So that thereof no vestige now remains；
Only a name； that； spoken loud and clear；
And echoed in another hemisphere；
Survives the sculptured walls and painted panes。
St。 Botolph's Town！ Far over leagues of land
And leagues of sea looks forth its noble tower；
And far around the chiming bells are heard；
So may that sacred name forever stand
A landmark； and a symbol of the power；
That lies concentred in a single word。
ST。 JOHN'S； CAMBRIDGE
I stand beneath the tree； whose branches shade
Thy western window； Chapel of St。 John！
And hear its leaves repeat their benison
On him； whose hand if thy stones memorial laid；
Then I remember one of whom was said
In the world's darkest hour； 〃Behold thy son！〃
And see him living still； and wandering on
And waiting for the advent long delayed。
Not only tongues of the apostles teach
Lessons of love and light； but these expanding
And sheltering boughs with all their leaves implore；
And say in language clear as human speech；
〃The peace of God； that passeth understanding；
Be and abide with you forevermore！〃
MOODS
Ohthat a Song would sing itself to me
Out of the heart of Nature； or the heart
Of man； the child of Nature； not of Art；
Fresh as the morning； salt as the salt sea；
With just enough of bitterness to be
A medicine to this sluggish mood； and start
The life…blood in my veins； and so impart
Healing and help in this dull lethargy！
Alas！ not always doth the breath of song
Breathe on us。 It is like the wind that bloweth
At its own will； not ours； nor tarries long；
We hear the sound thereof； but no man knoweth
From whence it comes； so sudden and swift and strong；
Nor whither in its wayward course it goeth。
WOODSTOCK PARK
Here in a little rustic hermitage
Alfred the Saxon King； Alfred the Great；
Postponed the cares of king…craft to translate
The Consolations of the Roman sage。
Here Geoffrey Chaucer in his ripe old age
Wrote the unrivalled Tales； which soon or late
The venturous hand that strives to imitate
Vanquished must fall on the unfinished page。
Two kings were they； who ruled by right divine；
And both supreme； one in the realm of Truth；
One in the realm of Fiction and of Song。
What prince hereditary of their line；
Uprising in the strength and flush of youth；
Their glory shall inherit and prolong？