Poets of the South

were written at random,-off and on, here, there, anywhere,-just as the mood came, with little of study and less of art, and always in a hurry." His poem

lace in the realm of song; yet the wish he expressed, that they might echo from

ith a voi

ard beyo

ys of my pe

songs p

ow hears

w belong

the birds', w

ten shall

who knows

dest son

e, humble, and

from heart

mparisons made and the immoderate laudation expressed are far from agreeable. But we are not left wholly at a loss. With the few recorded facts of his life as guide, the poems of Father Ryan become an interesting and instructive autobiography. He was a spontaneous singer whose inspiration came, not from distant fiel

land, had immigrated not long before. He possessed the quick sensibilities characteristic of the

t it up! the old

sons has but brig

e tyrant has t

emblazoned with

ith an unusual reverence for sacred things, early indicated the priesthood as his future vocation. In the autobiographic poem, Their Story Runneth Thus, we have a picture of his youthfu

was full

and face the d

intermingled. H

s bright prattle

d go, and nev

lips, and ne

e. He was so

r-change

ation. The writer of his memoir dwells on the regret with which he severed the ties binding him to home. No doubt he loved and honored his parents. But there wa

l, with great, bro

listen just a

ring with the p

equal self-abnegation, resolved to give themselves to the church, she as a nu

mid of May t

the stars tha

t from themselv

t touched to sep

inked in look, wh

rain, upon the

no more. Their h

sp in twain; an

own on them, whi

neel, around t

any heart

rt of that las

s beating.

go to Calvar

garden of

our heads and br

bleeding, while

Father! but T

ature enters it only in a subordinate way; its forms and sounds and colors do not inspire in him the rapture found in Hayne and Lanier. He not only treats of Scripture themes, as in St. Stephen, The Masters Voice, and A Christmas Chant, but he also finds subjects, not always happily, in distinctive

n 1863 he ministered to the inmates of a prison in New Orleans during an epidemic of smallpox. His martial songs, The Sword of Robert Le

ts scabbard!

d might v

r triumph w

heart grew

d on while gl

le Rob

its scabbard

shed the s

d now in its

sleep of our

yet withou

and peac

Confederate flag, words like the following appealed stro

anner down!

ts staff an

iant hosts

m it flo

ard for us

k there's no

ose who once

furl it w

Banner! Tru

athed around

live in son

folds are i

me on brig

poets an

ounding do

lds though

war. The wrongs of the so-called Reconstruction period aroused his ardent indignation, and fou

the victor's

the dead ar

the chain t

s to them a

touched by the splendid generosity of the North; and, surrend

n thy own

thy mounta

an the oc

an thy own

d! to thy

rcy's generous

tter place he published for some three years the Banner of the South, a periodical that exerted no small influence on the thought of the state. In 1870 he became pastor of St. Mary's church in Mobile. Two years later he made a

ce to-day; he

human rage, no

ks the twilig

ief the starli

es, with droopi

mes where tears

rangely sweet-

lips speak oft

After Sickness, we find an expression of his

d, I almost t

etween foreve

rd the awful

ur, while I d

; but alas! 't

opened and the

spirit frequently found utterance in song. In 1880 he published a volume of poems, to which only a few additions were subsequen

e the place o

at are harro

far betwee

His angels

he dark moun

right mountai

he cause of this sadness? It may have been his keen sense of the tragic side of human life; it may have been the endur

voices of air,

es that soun

y be joyful to

each chord and a

sighs swell the

ils them: they

forever-but n

poetry sound

not answer you;

and weariness, Father Ryan was no pessimist.

one: no m

ir lot-or h

ve clouds-but

of bright ar

s truest o

stronger he

f life, far

e reign of s

smiles for l

tree-grief b

med to him but a skeleton masque. He preferred those melodies that rise on the wings of thought, and come to human hearts with an inspiration of faith and hope. He regarded genuine poets as the hig

dreamers; in t

ross th

ystery of the

ic rhyt

in themselves-t

th deepe

breast a heav

torment

neliest men that

r what t

unlight of thei

r them i

at Nature is but the vesture of God, beneath which may be discerned the divin

verywhere-and

m which His

ide His prese

e, power, to

h upon this

eyes, thro' a

vision of the

d forms- its birds and flowers-should inspire devotion. In St.

s close t

v'ry rose

ding-and

h calls to

far, and h

gle flower

ery sweete

uds or un

l ever-y

f I read Go

t of any other American singer. "Religious feeling," it has been well said, "is dominant. The reader seems to be moving about in cathedral glooms, by dimly lighted altars, with sad procession of ghostly penitents and mourners fading into the darkness to the sad music of lamenting choirs. But the light which falls upon the gloom

lighted unduly in alliteration, assonance, and rhyming effects, all which he sometimes carried to excess. In the

Banner, for

aff 'tis dro

fold it,

not a man

not a swor

not one le

d which her

now scorn a

ide it-let

akable echoes of Poe, as in the

emple vas

nd vast

e last sweet

ating f

hat taberna

the home

an with the

went o

this question fully. But in addition to the merits already pointed out, the work of Father Ryan is for the most part simple, spontaneous, and clear. It generally consists of brief lyrics devoted to the expression of a single mood or reflection. There is nothing in thought or style beyond the ready comprehension of the average reader. It do

in time of suffering or disappointment, to come to most of us. The moral sense of the American people is strong; and sometimes a comforting though commonpla

rose, with

lessly the

rose bleeds

far more r

ruth beyon

ruth that a

h roses a

hearts are th

which Bethle

art all ful

forth its f

ross became

dder aspects of life. The truths of religion, the vicissitudes of human destiny, the tragedy of death-these are the themes in which he finds his inspiration, and to which we all turn in our most serious moments. And though the strain in which

no fate-

eneath e

all la

without

enterprise. At his best he was an eloquent speaker. But during the later years of his life impaired health interfered with prolonged mental effort. His mission h

aried, and my h

l oppr

what I have

only

*

ry a weak a

rt opp

gh a weak a

st-for

ife to which he passed, we may believe that he was welcomed by her to whom in youth he had given the tender name of Ullainee, a

E SELECTION

FROM FRANC

SPANGLED

see, by the daw

hailed at the twili

nd bright stars, thro

] we watched, were s

ed glare, the bomb

the night that our

t star-spangled

the free and the

y seen thro' the

ghty host in dread

the breeze, o'er

ows, half conceal

e gleam of the mo

flected now shin

angled banner; O

the free and the

at band who so

f war and the ba

ntry should leav

hed out their foul

d save the hir

f flight, or the

ngled banner in

the free and the

ever, when fre

ed homes and the

and peace, may the

at hath made and pr

must, when our c

r motto-"In Go

ngled banner in

the free and the

the circumstances that gave rise to

nry, on the north bank

d by the British fleet

unsuccessful, the British beca

e attack upon Baltimor

d the capitol and ot

mpared other martial lyr

. Howe's Battle Hy

ers of England and

ge of the Light

*

FROM RICHAR

NZA

like the

to the mo

shades of e

on the grou

e rose's

dews of nig

wept the w

all weep a

like the

s in the moo

frail-its da

nd soon to

leaf shall f

ree will mou

ewail the l

ll breathe a

ike the prin

Tampa's [3] d

rising tid

ll vanish fr

f grievin

e of the h

shore loud

las! shall

LL TO AM

more than f

eart and fri

side some fo

hall I re

o'er the

sigh to th

g and bel

or me,-for w

o matter h

me thoughts

red in our

led, and ne

r at the

speak not o

all I each

ved face be

nths,-it may

no!-I wil

h gloom,-fond e

shape unce

e,-few and f

and eyes ar

e love no ti

chance or cha

seen, and

rs them mo

hopes fade,

ives when a

more than n

eek or hop

I will, wha

th them and

of Wilde, page 13. This

ay and announced as a

wever, was soon detect

em received a du

te theme of poets ever since Job (vii. 6) declared

ence seems to be to th

west coast

e 4: See

be remembered that th

lan

834-1840 were spent in E

n's farewell to Englan

ro

*

ROM GEORGE

OSING

s holy hour, a

like a gentl

lseless world. H

tones are swelli

departe

neral

t; yet on the s

ly light, the

tless shroud; th

er's sigh; an

till and placidl

f the seasons

ight Summer, Aut

h his aged loc

cadences tha

d-harp's wild an

dirge o'er

the eart

s a

for tears. Wi

of the heart

like the wizar

tomb of ages,

finger to t

ons that have

shadow of th

te of life. Tha

of Hope, and

mournfully ab

slumber there, sc

s passed to

e

with it many a

s. Its mark is

ach heart. In i

scepter o'er

not. It laid

ng man,-and t

d the flashin

ll of revelry,

joyous, and t

s is heard, whe

hout resounded

where sword, and

light of midday

ts is shivered

soil of carna

d mouldering s

e a wreath of

elted in the

its millions

im land

seles

the glass and s

n his silent c

rt to pity?

nd forever. T

f the Andes,

s unfathomable

the northe

plumage in the

wings at nightfa

his mountain

weight of slee

p darkness has

pinions. Rev

troubled vision

orrow,-cities

on the wate

from the ocea

rious caverns,

bald and blacken

to the plain,-n

strength of ho

like the Alp

nations,-and t

d burning bla

le in their e

leiad, lovelies

glorious spheres,

he trackless v

uilder, holds hi

all-pitiless,

y wrecks that

se, like othe

rful ruin he

Year should be compared with Bryant's The Flood of Years; similar in theme, the two poems have much in common. Th

the

hadowed present

hose reign no

d never shall

whose reign th

rowth and actio

ing Concord h

upposed to form the Pleiades has disappeared. Such a phenomenon is not unknown; modern

*

ROM WILLIAM

ST PLE

n the

it w

minence of l

e tops of the g

ansions of th

eautiful

its great cav

bright w

as of old, hig

e!

ermore,

who holds his

ic, through t

turn to watcher

t again

t-loving cert

n the shut eye

oking shepher

ght-returning

y her beauty

ng his

dreary watch a

meward o'er th

waiting still,

while the drow

t!-how lingers, in

the expected a

l to his

lo

irst, in smilin

happy circle

dream, until her

ever confisca

ivion the pur

rth, its common

should fal

ow blasted by a

ncerted spri

nd the generous

ill th

tness fills the

ars, lamentin

he selected o

en most lovely,

ever thus t

s song hath e

for bliss too

precious is th

sweet is first t

rt-lived things

ale star, shoot

ever brighte

one sphere

WAMP

ere the Swam

and merry

troop of Tarl

in the cyp

hammock

in the red

the tree-t

wild and

ay and shun

to strike th

start with

he forest tra

hears our ch

g saber bli

drives away

from his ca

bit, good ga

not ask a

Santee [8]

heels the fo

art and the

stubborn

bore, the sm

Marion's me

e fire and c

haps, that we

wamp Fox rou

a sign we m

to the scout

is order c

our torch ac

see the b

see their f

should they fi

strong and

coward ter

t as long as

speaks the

then, they tu

ning shade and

e fire and

re gone, and

lonel [9] be

slumbers t

comrades; 't

t's fightin

night comes,

pon his kn

t hoecake, b

silent jug t

it should

s men have n

that our l

this we just

tatoes on

call for su

brush and r

, but a sol

the time in

think of

hooting t

0] crawling o

pond the f

e the alli

he signal! s

the Santee s

aid of fri

en help us!

comrades! M

x takes us o

swords and spu

y chance, I t

ere the Swam

swamp and c

e in our cou

for the st

amp is now

e cowers wi

shouts, he dr

d flies from

m; for the constellation of the Pleiades was named by the Greeks from their word plein, to sail,

stars with profound interest. The hope expressed for the return of the star cannot be regarded, in the light of

dark bodies. Astronomers tell us that there is reason to believe that the dark bodies or burned-out suns of the universe are more numerous than the

ead: "When the morning stars sang together." According to the Platonic philosophy, this music of the spheres, t

smallest orb wh

otion like a

to the young-e

y is in imm

his muddy ve

ose it in, we c

Venice, Act

h of Simms, page 16. T

three novels descript

tch of General Francis

and escape earned f

mp F

l in the army of Cornwallis. He was a brilliant and successful officer

f the state; and from these they kept up an active warfare with the British. Their desperate battles, night marches, surprises, and

principal field of ope

nd Pedee

evolution, and was made lieutenant colonel for gallant conduct in the

ater tortoise or

nt's Song of

*

ROM EDWARD C

ALTH

s cup to o

elines

of her

eming

he better

y stars h

air, that,

of earth t

tone is mu

e of morn

ing more t

ver in h

of her hea

her lips

see the b

sue from

re as though

ures of

gs have th

ess of you

passions, c

her, she

f themselve

l of pa

face one gla

re on t

voice in ec

must lon

, such as

much e

is nigh my

be life's

s cup to o

elines

of her

eming

d would on ear

e of suc

might be a

iness a

O

glass, whos

loved heal

pledges, l

the hallowed

roke a heart

feelings o

by after-tim

ar to

he old, imp

s of my m

unhappy li

chambered

looks as wh

flights of si

chain of sp

gems,-t

IVE

ncense, han

thine ea

cheer the p

mock it

smoke and bre

ul influe

ir perfume an

ered to

is the Afgh

rit may

died sens

nce, near

gh that sh

e in livi

late besi

these hea

nd the following songs is quite remarkable. It is traceable to the skillful use of l

le rhyme used in the first and seventh lines of the other stanzas is he

rinking song we may comp

Jons

e only with

l pledge

kiss but

not look

at from the s

a drink

of Jove's

ot change

ee late a

uch hono

it a hope

not wit

ereon didst

'st it b

grows, and s

tself, b

ul poem by Amelia C. Welby (1819-1852), a Souther

hours like b

tly and

d stars wer

sand on

ave with di

ped upon

a star in i

t tremblin

*

OM PHILIP PE

NCE V

hee long

ence

right dream

come

in my fon

t's dea

and thy

ence

lone an

ruin

didst har

ven

t-the hu

y and

re in my

ence

ovelier tha

eir p

excelled

etest

t was as

t a ma

ad loved

ence

st, colde

lorio

e green

the

ots not t

disd

n love's

ence

es of th

g grave

ies love

maiden

loom, in be

er

earthly pa

ence

d Rosalie Lee, another brief lyric, had "met with more favor than I could ever perceive their just claim to." Hence he was kept from "venturing

the capacity to love, but directed her love to no object. Her passions went flowing like a lost river. Byr

an to the river

nated all.'

quire to be interpreted,

ld avoid the over concen

e the idea clearer

r, 1850,

*

FROM THEOD

AC OF THE

drum's sad r

ier's la

Life's para

ve and f

eternal ca

nt tents a

ards, with s

uac of t

of the fo

ls upon

thought at m

ones le

of the mor

or's drea

horn nor sc

hall call

d swords are

med heads

y banner, tr

eir marti

funeral tear

ains from

d forms, by

from an

g troop, the f

's stirri

the dreadf

nd shout,

ld note nor

ll with fi

s that never

ure of t

erce northe

s his grea

the triumph

the serrie

he thunder

r the fie

he watchwor

ctory o

doubtful co

that stri

iercer figh

ul blood o

he storm of

lled the

stout old ch

is strength

t hour his s

o a mart

of his be

on's fla

of their f

born laure

deemed the s

ves for

norther's br

stura's p

e pitying s

s molder

scream, or e

erd's pe

es each su

d o'er that

Dark and B

not slum

r steps and t

he heed

oud land's

your fitt

rom war his

es of h

heir parent t

the gor

Spartan mot

bloody s

ne of thei

adly on

eyes and hea

oes' se

balmed and

the bloo

ootstep here

age of y

your glory

e her rec

ints the ha

or proudl

instrel's vo

ess song

vanished age

ry how

change, nor w

s remorse

ne ray of g

your deat

f O'Hara, page 21, for th

flag of truce to demand surrender. "You are surrounded by 20,000 men," wrote the Mexican general, "and cannot, in any human probability, avoid

e heavy losses. The Americans lost 267 killed and 456 wounded; Santa Anna stated his loss at 1500, which was probably an underes

ky, and won his first laurels in command of Kentuckians in the War of 1812, during which he was engaged in fighting the Indian allies of Great B

fought, so called from the mountain pass of Angos

mother who was accustomed to say, as she handed a shield to h

*

ROM FRANCIS

IANS OF TH

est of the k

ce the da

the lamp o

n hearts

est of the

rely hat

Spotswood [2]

igh round

the blue Vir

embatt

there, in

y and t

nce lives in

uty stars

he hearths o

eliness

ey slept!-the

s of nob

d while the

heir vig

"Golden Hors

Dominion

ve found ench

a knight

E GIF

focal and f

hospital wa

grape-shot

attle [5] and

uch as you

ffen, of

welcome!" the

octor can he

im; and brou

sweet in th

im down on a

arus, hee

the war with

against ske

orture, how

of the stick

lint of the s

pirit that

ay, more! in

skeleton "lea

at first, of

," inquiring

swer: "Of ei

d I are l

m from the w

sed at the fr

fen was up

irst-as he b

int of his st

pared!" There was

iffen.-He did

fancy that

Knights of the

of the minstre

r legend that

best on his

t soul of

Giffen," o

ion of this poem. In this poem the exact meaning and seque

irginia "in the name of his Majesty King George of England." On his return to Williamsburg he presented to each of his companions a miniature golden horseshoe to be worn up

iament, in which it is designated as "the colony and dominion of Virginia." In his History of Virginia (

on said: "If there is a finer lyric than this in the

, which opened December 31, 1862, and lasted thr

led in some battle near

ce to King Arthur and

bl

compared Browning's Inc

*

FROM JOHN

IN C

covered hil

ahannock's

crimsoned w

s recent s

ouds lay pitc

of heaven

ead gun of

its hid e

so softly b

t leaf t

e of the ran

owly from

e circling hi

on grimly

ss camp and

en sunse

fervid air

ow rich, n

seemed its

departing

nd, which, e

ures brave

ck up, with f

y clash o

the soldiers

ined by it

ore was blue

s gray wit

still, and

ent light

nd forest, hi

ate with

stream with

ly o'er it

throughout it

ing of th

ause, and

ets peale

Doodle" wa

he shore g

g ripple sh

he shinin

the swarming

e to th

e more the

he stor

pon the ev

gned a ho

stream its n

the gliste

now the Yan

t stood t

nsive soul

tive note'

me, Sweet Hom

n founts

Gray the so

e wand o

'neath the l

n by the

warm, his n

eir beauty

the tear-mist

ones stand

the iris

s tearful

vanished, a

ght died

waked by m

in simples

sternest Yan

the Rebel

e form of m

t celestia

mid war's em

one touch

ketch of John R. T

e occurred in 1862 or 1863. In both years the Union and Conf

*

OM MRS. MARGA

nt is here made to Dr

ission to use the t

BER NOC

ir sweeps fa

maple-cre

on m

tinglin

sterious, woo

twig, from s

th yet a tin

tant,

ath t

leaves come w

hectic tre

dence, doom

ate o

n its

hing sob-lik

dream of p

r in twil

any h

imes hav

ng pathos o

shiver as

g through eac

ere ar

unde

midnight

out its dir

clinging le

im wh

and

no heart-brea

rd gives the

urgam[2] e

asy

the

o anodyne

THE AN

o it. Some d

lacken this

ing our very

to our hea

enough to l

s of angels

do it. Oh,

en of daytime

muse while the

archs sat in

with a heaven

or angels

hem afar at

he world's hot

ve bidden th

in conver

to hallow the

ur wine and b

hearts that w

k reaches the l

that we groan wi

ome such c

care's dis

'll call th

e dreamed of c

of every mo

spirit and sho

t the doo

watch as the

s we meant to

e following poem are good examples of her poetic art, and exh

rgam (Latin), I s

e men stood by him: and when he saw them, he ran to meet them from the tent door, and bowed himself toward the ground, and

*

FROM EDGA

ELEN

hy beaut

icaean [2] b

, o'er a pe

wayworn w

wn nativ

seas long w

hair, thy c

rs, have bro

ory that

ndeur that

brilliant w

like I see

lamp withi

[4] from the

ly Lan

EL LE

y and many

dom by th

there lived wh

me of Ann

she lived with

ve and be

ld and she

ingdom by

h a love that wa

y Annab

t the winged se

her an

the reason th

ingdom by

out of a clo

iful Ann

highborn kin

her awa

er up in

ingdom by

ot half so ha

ying her

the reason (as

ingdom by

ame out of the

killing my

was stronger by

ho were ol

far wise

he angels in

ons down un

ever my soul

autiful A

r beams without b

autiful A

er rise, but I fe

autiful A

ght-tide, I lie do

y darling-my li

lcher there

b by the s

NTED PA

enest of o

angels t

r and stat

lace-reare

rch Thought

ood t

aph sprea

ric half

low, glorio

f did floa

this-was i

long

entle air t

t swee

mparts plume

odor we

in that ha

o luminous

moving m

's well-t

a throne whe

hyro

s glory wel

of the rea

h pearl and

fair pal

ame flowing, fl

rkling

Echoes, who

ut to

of surpass

wisdom of

ngs, in robe

e monarch's

mourn, for

upon him

bout his ho

shed and

dim-remem

ld time

s now within

red-litten

that move f

scordan

a ghastly r

the pa

hrong rush

-but smil

QUEROR

s a gal

lonesome la

rong, bewin

and drowne

a theat

f hopes

chestra brea

c of the

he form of

and mum

r and thi

s they, who

of vast for

the scenery

m out their

sibl

ey drama-

l not b

ntom chased

d that se

cle that ever

self-sa

Madness, and

the soul

mid the m

ng shape

hing that wri

enic s

writhes!-wit

s become

s sob at v

n gore

e the ligh

each quiv

in, a fun

ith the rush

gels, all pa

unveilin

ay is the t

ro the Con

RAVE

dreary, while I pon

and curious volume

ly napping, suddenly

ly rapping, rapping

I muttered, "tappin

and noth

emember it was in

ng ember wrought its

e morrow;-vainly I

se of sorrow-sorrow

iant maiden whom the

here for

ncertain rustling of

with fantastic terro

the beating of my he

entreating entrance

ntreating entrance

s and not

rew stronger; hesit

Madam, truly your f

s napping, and so ge

ame tapping, tapping

e I heard you"-here I

here and n

peering, long I stood t

eams no mortal ever d

unbroken, and the st

re spoken was the whi

d an echo murmured b

is and no

r turning, all my so

a tapping somewhat

rely that is somethin

at thereat is, and t

ill a moment and t

ind and no

shutter, when, with ma

tately Raven of the

e made he; not a minut

d or lady, perched a

of Pallas just abo

d sat, and

d beguiling my sad

ern decorum of the

horn and shaven, thou,

av

ent Raven wandering f

ly name is on the Nig

Raven, "

ungainly fowl to hear

little meaning-lit

agreeing that no

with seeing bird ab

he sculptured bust a

name as "N

ng lonely on that pl

his soul in that on

he uttered; not a fea

an muttered,-"Other fri

leave me, as my Hope

ird said,

llness broken by re

"what it utters is it

nhappy master whom

lowed faster till his

his Hope that mel

er-neve

beguiling all my s

shioned seat in front o

et sinking, I betoo

hinking what this o

ly, ghastly, gaunt, an

roaking "N

in guessing, but no

ery eyes now burned

divining, with my he

et lining that the la

et lining with the la

press, ah,

ir grew denser, perfum

ose footfalls tinkle

y God hath lent thee-b

t t

nepenthe from thy

kind nepenthe and for

Raven, "

ing of evil! prophet s

or whether tempest t

daunted, on this de

rror haunted-tell

balm in Gilead?-

lor

Raven, "

ing of evil-prophet st

bends above us-by th

orrow laden if, withi

nted maiden whom the

iant maiden whom the

Raven, "

gn of parting, bird

tar

he tempest and the Ni

as a token of that li

unbroken! quit the

my heart, and take thy

Raven, "

flitting, still is si

f Pallas just above

the seeming of a dem

im streaming throws his

that shadow that lies

lifted-

tions from Poe, the biographical and cr

nner made a deep impression on his boyish heart, and soothed his passionate, turbulent nature. In after years this poem

rfumed sea" would then be the Ligurian sea. But one half suspects that it was the scholarly and musical sou

After seeing her the first time, "He returned home in a dream, with but one thought, one hope in life-to hear again the sweet and gracious words that

utiful that mortals did not dare to love, but only to wor

le poem-very beautiful

a poet: it is indefinit

she was the only woman whom he ever truly loved; and this is evidenced by the exquisite pathos of the little poem lately written, called 'An

s Poe's poetic desi

er his escapade at West Point. A more than cousinly affection, which gradually grew in intensity, resulted from their frequent communion

kin in sweet, gentle character. "A lady angelically beautiful i

ited the tomb of "Helen"; and "when the autumnal rains fell, and the winds wailed

oem becomes quite clear. The "banners yellow, glorious, golden" is the hair; the "luminous windows" are the eyes; the "ruler of the realm" is re

ace. The former should be read in connection with the latter. Though some resembla

life. The "mimes" are men, created in the image of God, and are represented as the "mere puppets" of cir

or, N. P. Willis, "it is the most effective single example of 'fugitive poetry' ever published in this country; and unsurpasse

reaming of a beloved mistress deceased. The casement being thrown open at the fluttering of the bird's wings, the bird itself perches on the most convenient seat out of the immediate reach of the student, who, amused by the incident and the oddity of the visitor's demeanor, demands of it, in jest and without looking for a reply, its name. The raven addressed answers with its customary word, 'Nevermore'-a word which finds immediate echo in the

e raven is "emblematical of mourn

or. But the author says: "My conception was that of the bracket candelabrum affixed against the wall, high up abo

*

FROM PAUL H

ures, and Lyric of Action, the grateful acknowledgments of the editor ar

AND THE

ll to soar, bu

orever on a

y shapes of g

splendors of

he charm [2] that

ssals of that c

esent and et

en, nor fear

om of Tantalus

almy fount to

sion that our s

omptings-unful

ather in the

mortal templ

ng by that rad

h the haughtiest

hrough the bars,

ief glimpses o

r, mysterious

[5] that guards

TUDY

ld! within the

ely service;[

our frenzied

st and echo;

t to me is les

elds of quiet

y the brink

endance of untr

lier humor s

lse, 'tis not fo

l with which o

icts crowned by

of the lost,

the gorgeous v

HRA

t tradition,

athos! Hearken

ndercurrents

its cord

a c

ng of Sparta,

iles of his u

and of eage

es on fair Ital

oracle had d

loudless skies a

ates decree tha

ur househol

d by

ersed-with his

nteous realm; b

ners, and the st

ieges grimly la

anxious thoughts

is rude helme

weary head

ife, who love

ank a generous

his brow, all

ks, which pain h

ng touches of

sudden bitte

ce, and, wonde

hou, my A?thra

ant, "from who

falls to fert

le's solved-the g

ht he stormed T

st at vantage,

aptains. Thence

pleasant regi

ven than his

r whose gentle

ut mystery o

THE PI

mory of H

estic pine i

the twil

, melancholy

topmost l

, and mused, and

these sh

thou no memor

ho comes

mory of those

y calm a

ays of sunset,

ike a roy

nd outstretched

with burnin

ink the sunset l

d in tran

shy and timorou

ng's vir

st thy mighty

y head;

ike the first co

ht a pea

ssion died fro

ng from st

lm he loved to

wind-ange

the uppermost b

e heard

med) far up th

ns rustli

ot his poet-to

f heavenl

the folded dulln

thy na

hrobbings, and th

, unknow

there sweeps

s the for

al stain, o

of tempe

, no lithe bough

t, flicke

im, and seems t

the lov

reathed from ou

et airs

en the twilight

he stars

quiet eve co

ply, thr

ty hopes which

is morta

f immortal m

his heart

rthly breezes

, "Look u

ar thee! Ah, tho

gh the sa

ms a wild and s

and all

ve which holds h

ter many

lm that crowns

can wrin

peace-patheti

ps the h

er from our dead

om, a type

waxed to wings of

is soul f

Christ! whereby

it at Go

PICTUR

ellow grasses,

t; yonder, th

enery; and his

lic breeze o'er

bold stave wit

to low breat

oyance. At cal

road blue spac

ud-groups, softl

s, fantastic, be

o'er yon airy w

l, from marvelous

guarded roof,

archway, and

reezes to their

above whose t

ave with motio

oping in the n

Orient pilgrim

amels, o'er t

ds their proph

d a shoal of

onstrous frontl

arches of sun-

intered iceberg

urrents of som

of a Titan's wo

breadths of barr

rge fades down a

foam-capped bill

t water-like a

pply cadence a

re-slopes of H

ains rife with

in! and many

t the dew-lit

gantic citie

r-god built!-o'

g; caverns, suc

esolate bosom;

everent faces

een, laid in h

d-her pallid

ic! her strang

ements of the

, fancy-gender

beams and shado

t visions vani

OF ACT

rt of a cow

that is with

heart's roses ar

the heart's

he grand heav

f an angel thrills

thine armor, pres

or the crime

en too hea

re-bloom on th

us and cra

ith the fett

of thy valor a

at illumes and th

hrough God's

e to life's ne

a phantom that

that repents

u hast made

the strong wings o

o reach thou shalt

the contes

the past, w

heart's roses ar

the heart's

the fair hea

e seraph [18] who

e of joy when th

ms, see Chapter III. The selections are intende

ions, gives expression to a strong literary impulse. It was genuine in sentiment, an

mula supposed to exert a m

oment, she put

es and of wa

s Merlin a

where the Earth-spirit comes in o

counsels of Zeus, was afflicted in the lower world with an insatiable thirst. He stood u

lame man who was "laid daily at the gate of the

ce to the veil that hu

ne," of the temple. Co

et. To him quiet reflection was more than action. He loved to dwell in spirit with the good and great of the past

e refreshment of a person; here an i

and contentment; so called from a picturesque district in Greece

l in the use of blank verse. It is a piece of rare excellenc

s migration occur

egarded, among other things, as the god of song or minstrelsy, and also as the g

now Taranto. It was in ancient times a

ee page 61. The poet had a peculiar fondness f

ing! set 'twixt

d, yet statel

a half-dozen poems,-T

n the Pine Barrens, Th

The Axe and the Pine

est v

n The Pine's My

stery murmur th

tery, touched b

of long, low

ost that shall

re there seems to be an infelicitous epithet that amounts to a sort of ta

agination. He is less concerned with the messages of Nature than with its lovely forms. This poem, in its felicitous word-painting,

t vividness, the somber appearance of the clouds in autumn. See also A Phantom in the Clouds. No

helley's

temperament he was akin to Keats rather than to Longfellow. Even in his didactic poems, he is medita

God's Light. In Revelation (xix. 17) we read, "And I

el Uriel-one

esence, nearest

ady at c

ost, Book I

*

S FROM HA

O SPIRIT O

O Spirit

ng sleeps i

the soul of y

oveless s

thy strengt

ers there

re still, and th

heir wild

I knew, w

m as this s

orn that was f

n his bosom

ht him alive w

that he walk

ey guessed th

less corps

n thy stren

he deep ti

the soul of t

s ten thou

TO A

n of the mo

lers in

by the ch

hened in

byre,[3] leav

e bloodle

d case, and

your book

oves your fa

he flies

must grow bu

s be sheave

o mildew

ess tool

ur country'

ds of cri

he weapons a

et, pike,

e deadliest

est holds

drives its

a patriot

a tyrant w

him with

falter? l

rave maid

he holy fir

subluna

ou like you

heir spi

see your l

the vict

God! would

s like these

lmly braves

the Palm

let its bra

] that swee

he Lily's

to breast

n of the mo

lers in

by the ro

hened in

ing gayly t

st, hill,

or our Coun

the Lily

E

y in your hu

yrs of a fa

no marble c

rim here

f laurel i

of your fa

e, waiting f

is in th

I

ehalf [7] th

trust your s

sisters bring

e memori

! but your sha

on these wr

me cannon-mo

erlook t

s, hither fr

holier spo

defeated

ng beauty

R-LIF

, next to yo

books, and

e world o

heir beaut

tender thin

creed I've

re sentient

matter f

h secretly

the fa

y love, and

hey often

noisier cr

the faint

cannot dee

from the gl

e someti

without an

uld break som

ant of fri

r far hav

wild or thoug

crushed the t

ould shut

of the ten

r drear i

angel-flowe

me through

friend, the c

even with pa

d you be

capaciti

helpless ag

weak to fl

the fee

lways, the

hether fal

my faith

ncies pleas

shall blosso

Sibyl-leaves

eless ev

h I give y

ot hard t

to part

ous of the

ld flow with

plead agains

n with yo

NET

a lasting

ng hopes, thou

hine own happy

lowly earth a

ame be dear to

blest truths by

fruit of wholes

et labors of

tars are neares

rack the mig

hadow of a sl

ard, humili

draw from matt

nations, and

NET

ove but as a pa

n some corner

elves; and only

pauses of tha

orld might else

orth (as one d

e ardent, kis

p to sister,

not love and

hus alone, wh

sible God, migh

arts grow noble

ungeon floor

olden court-w

MER BOW

whither I ha

ound it, secret,

ecess in neig

erest hues, thic

head and col

overt, natu

im; though now

entlest breeze

unweakened.

and unfreq

ay be calm, n

h pines in one

sometimes wit

fall of voic

and you do not

ft and green,

, save one, star-

its name-which

a sapphire s

ning in the

, is large e

glimpse a dream

and the bless

ways bent my

essed, or joys d

calm I looked

quiet rapture

one

uly days when

whither, I, mo

t shall be namele

st unhealthful,

touched with dis

xcuse, nor ca

houghts, and on

stomed haunt, an

icinal

a

whispering welcom

se and humid

lant and imp

feless. Somethi

illness, the

secret influen

sense like si

cloud was vis

y look throug

lue eye

ange,

nough; my jau

and the time

awn a lesson

in these vers

e tranquil preci

n all shades of

hun to desec

nings, sickl

ve sorrows. N

as in Eden wh

e brow of Eve,

y and with a

with human s

ins, the fever

f a weak, un

lace; and who

roubles over w

r unreplyin

to the guilty

like co

ion to the following se

is perfectly cl

e lowly and

describe Nature for its own sake, as Hayne often does, but for the sake of some truth or lesson in relation to man. The le

he poet's martial lyrics. Compare Bannockburn by Burns, which

: Byre is a

ually wrack, signifie

he graves of the Confederate dead in Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, Sou

this prediction has been fulfilled. A monu

d of in behalf of, is a rat

a color bearer on a granite pedestal

ssenger in 1851. The first stanza of this half-playful, half-seri

support from recent scientific experiments. But that this senti

The sibylline leaves or books contained their teachings, and were preserved with the utmost care in Rome. T

. This fact imparts unusual simplicity to his verse-a simplicity that strikes us all the

etic themes, treats of love in a deep, serious way. I

reminds us of a well-k

of man's life

hole existence

church, the ves

ain, glory, of

mbition, to fi

re whom these c

h will bring the true "Golden Age." "God is love; and he that d

nger in 1852. It will serve to show Timrod's manner of using blank ve

the closing lines of Longfe

rt worn an

that thou w

t read a lesso

ainting and thy

oods and hi

look that Na

he following lines from

n the love of

her visible f

guage; for hi

ce of gladnes

of beauty, a

ker musings,

sympathy, th

ness, ere h

*

S FROM SI

HE CHATTA

hills of

valleys o

rain,[3] to r

rapid and le

rock and to

bed, or nar

om folly on

s pain to att

he hills o

the valle

he hills o

h the vall

cried, Ab

ater weeds h

ow-laving,[4]

the fondling g

dipped for to

e reeds sighe

e hills of

he valley

he hills of

he valley

ry told m

f shade, the

er shadowy s

the oak, the w

th flickering m

ot so cold t

of the hills

in the vall

the hills o

the valle

shone, and the

f passage with

metal lay

d, the garnet,

l that prisons

e my own from eac

of the hills

of the val

the hills

t the vall

rain from attai

the voices

il and be mixe

burn and the mi

meadows [9] m

10] main from b

the hills o

rough the va

RYSTA

th's and truth's

n the spirit's

rumble of the c

lence in a m

clears our vis

and the soul's

flitteth here

ody tracts o

or to sit u

arp, of some lo

gaunt place,-'t

editative dar

of governor-s

bringers-down

led heavens, h

and stellar v

bout the ski

e shine, insu

n look hard

uster blazet

heinous freckl

ing cheek, no

ued with inte

a, you master

iveness, which

you, heavenly

o with love, a

es with our

O sweetest Sha

urts a day

ut, enchantment

uibble; ... Hen

way that sleep

e's [14] unnatur

ts of maids th

ses that could

a, Portia,

drear, and n

ure that had a

her Hom

forgive thy

talogue,[16] th

e patience of

rap of story,

-o'-love,[17]-t

er with

Socrat

very strong

cloak, thine i

andy upside-dow

ldlier spoke, had

0] beautiful!

All thou hads

and thy Bes

not

te,[21]

hates that in t

eze thy fellow

nor time

I fo

ose thy comic-dr

th gross and in

ite immortal

ll heaven

o t

,[23] thee I fo

are bright just

ever learned t

s shi

ee, Lucreti

art hath loved t

mplaining?) f

thine error ri

es eat sou

ll you

sweet righteo

ine, oft superf

] overmild;

ught, still with

rapt too far; hig

ngley,[30] that

ung Piers Plow

gs, whereof 't

ble; Caedmon,[

els with the

ught up the c

t yet, in find

es; tense Keats,

better; Tennyso

, yet some r

all, I pardon,

ss, your little

nd your kinshi

hee, O sovereig

oets' Poet, W

's best Man, O

fe in perfec

rade, Servant,

what mole, what

efect or sha

, tattled

loose, what

s grasp, or slee

ss may I for

agon, thou Crys

ISE

s fain of their

ak, the marsh

aves would not let

marshes, a message

tures of wild sea-l

lapped leaves s

he gates

, in the dark of

Captives hid in t

twos and by th

f sleep fel

of a lady that

with ha

of sleep s

e come, my beloved!

dawn, O beloved, m

peling gloo

, the marsh my marsh

burly-barked,

the dark are emb

e these tears at t

reason, but deeper

not one t

c of gree

eautiful trees and

aves, little maste

dark with your lumino

ss of night into

o

ld know, but wou

ion embroid'rin

ion o

ences purfling th

o the dead for

r th

the

have wr

night of our kn

taugh

o

now somewhat mo

isperers, sing

murmuring fai

t for each passi

erly, sweethea

from your darks

now from winds

mors of sweet

of more than th

that swiftly but

side bank of the

terms of sile

patience,-sift

ere, o

ur myriad palms up

myriad p

the owl,-

leaves of the lo

the beach,

have ye ut

, low-couched

st, rapt

ing sil

father-age ha

that dissolves

for this sile

larity of re

ll: man, matter,

ove, sin

ilence' clear

crystal nothin

ht could bring u

qualities of

vast margins

l's at latter

breathe no bigg

owed, when that

om, or grace e

at New thou tel

here, thou canst

t free, and b

sh, in lone

ll: the marsh wi

impid labyrin

eek in grave en

f morning-st

with one for

en: looped on his

a sound sh

a bound sh

g tension of beauty a

the bow, or the hold

r me yon dome of

bubble o'erblo

nuous tissues of s

h stars, overfre

beauty and si

e that brok

degree to this

d or a mo

ade: list! some

er

eaves? i

t? is a mo

awn, like a nicker

palpable: low mul

woods; the little on

's to be looked for;

y heart and the e

ld duck sails round t

ere a passi

is bending

ss in serial shi

ngs, fast fleeti

be

as my heart beats,

e flowing from

e, littl

fuls of stars

unseen is hoi

the inshore cur

y flutters

East! Will th

eiled, the East

; 'tis alive; 'tis

nay, 'tis abiding

sweet Heave

e through that dream

cending, a dome

pe as a beehive, f

old undazzling,

Bee, the bu

gold is the

from the hive-hol

wdrop, now the

eir little lu

sun their sou

ttiest persona

shines complet

ll heaven: with

to the farthes

tal marsh on

es. Peace to

ing, blissfu

ht but peace,

jesty moves, for a

er than dateless Ol

n ample garments from

sea-rim sinks unj

ling, reveali

se, halfwise, who

rrow, l

voice, with a

he marsh and th

glittering stream of

ood and most heaven

in the purple

onate atoms tha

e death-cold onene

elements,-fellow

se of flame, tha

, yet laborest

forge-thunder,

a man, thou Moti

, of whose art yo

greens and manifo

l-tint, ancientes

the maidens,-

and each mild

irginal bosoms of

ine, it

rms, whether drivin

subtiler essences

h,-yea, thou with

, many-spotted w

ndered, yet ever

tist, ever more

a man may avail

face, I must pass fro

e and agog, ever

ss to his work in

, and I fear not th

the strength of

soever the race tha

t with

mast-high ru

c shall h

colored smoke o

e t

k of the time

e t

ugh the night shall wi

l my spirit, as one

e, in art,-till

all float,

y bein

uction to Lanier's p

at once became popular, and was copied in many newspapers throughout the South. It was subsequently revised, and

due to the skillful use of short vowels, liquid consonants, internal rhyme, and constant alli

ities of meter. The fundamental measur

cried, Abi

et without interfering with the time element of the verse. These irregula

rsham County, in northeastern Georgia, and in its south- westerly course passes th

amain," with the present tense of the following

This line w

laurel turne

s antiquated form may be fairly questioned. In

hanged to "did bar" in the

our lines show a decided poe

a luminous

ar or a-clou

net, and

he lightnings of

awkward pause after the first foot, and

ain for to wat

anged to "myria

lenges comparison with other pieces of similar theme. It lacks the exquisite w

r over st

sharps a

into eddy

on the

with Hayne's The River

ow B

tinkle,

he tiny

ts softly

ke a fai

note, drop

w glamou

caught and

sheaves

urpose. The noble stream consciously resists the allurements of pleasure to heed

ntellectual rather than the musical side of Lanier's genius. It is purely didactic, and thought rather than melo

s longer than that of Paradise Lost, without Milton's unity and force. Such ponderous sentences are all too frequent in Lan

and study, and it exhibits his penetration and sanity as a critic. In the long list of great names he never fails to put his finger on the vulnerable spot. Frequent

remembered that Lanier

e lectured to private

ing Henry IV, iii. I. The passage

usand of my p

his hour

ee The Two Gent

racters are found as fo

Two Gentlemen of V

e; and Rosalind i

g to the well-known ca

ok of the

to fame s

, and enumerat

in particular that Hom

recalled that Paris, so

airest of women and wi

m to Troy. This incident

an W

icero said that he "brought down philosophy from the heavens to the earth."

austerity was as much affected as the dan

Buddhist religion, which teaches that the supreme attainment of mankind is Nirvana or extinction. This doctrine naturally follows from

poet of Italy and one of the greatest poets of the world. His immortal poem, The

th the expulsion of Satan and his hosts from heaven, as related in the sixth b

in its sternest aspects. His Prometheus Bound has been translated by Mrs. Browning, and hi

led De Rerum Natura. It is Epicurean in morals and atheistic in philosophy. At the same time, a

ors of Rome, was a noble Stoic philosopher. His Meditations is regarded by Jo

as Dean Milman says, "is gathered and concentered all that is elevating, passionate, profoundly pious

moral teachings resemble those of Christianity. But he unduly emphasized renunciat

tic philosopher, whose speculations, containing much that was beau

ologian. His principal work, Arcana Caelestia, is made up of profound speculat

poet, whose Vision of Piers Plowman, written in strong, alliterative verse, describes, in

by in England. Later he became a poet, and wrote on Scripture themes in his native Angl

us, but his beliefs were broader than a

me alone: I

ith categoric

my Lord by r

sense of the unapproachable beauty of the life and teachings of

woods my M

rspent,

oods my Ma

with love

they were not

ay leaves wer

ree had a m

the wood

woods my M

as well

woods my

ith death

d Shame would

e trees they

tree they s

f the wood

ems that have been written on this side of the ocean." With this judgment there will be general agreement on the part of appreciative readers. On the emotional side, it may be said to reach the

mouth and when a burning fever was consuming him. Had he not made this supreme effort, American literature would be the poorer. This poem exhibits, in a high degree, the poet's love for Nature. Indee

all the poetic feet -iambics, trochees, dactyls, anapests-so that it almost defies any attempt at scansion. But the

oaks and marshes. 3. His address to the "man-bodied tree," and the "cunning green leaves." 4. His petition for wisdom and for a prayer of intercession. 5. The stirring of the owl. 6. Address to the "reverend marsh, distilling silence." 7. Description of the full tide. 8. "The bow-and-string tension of beauty and sile

s glooms that convey to the sensitive

ity to the objects of Nature, and places them in ten

sterly, sweet

y were "little masters."

il on, fair

is a passage of

t wave against

ds; the embracin

of mighty

hs into little

on like beati

'twixt lips n

ture is regarded as a teacher who suggests or reveals ine

est flower that

often lie too d

tion and metaphor. In this poem almost every object-trees, leaves, marsh, streams, sun, heat-is per

naptness or remoteness in his resemblances. To liken the naming heavens to a beehive, and the risi

ds, which the Course-of-thin

ool, un

o'er my hills a

t his tongue, and

se, about my

sts the

mps and

urning jaws and

l, have no need of strenuous haste. They may well m

*

S FROM FA

THE MY

the Valley o

, voiceless

ot the fall

save God's

h of my hea

here angels

as I weary

my heart c

as I weary

my soul wit

as I weary

but the huma

he world with

at the worl

"In the worl

ike a star on

n the shores

ike a dream

d I pine for

nd the False

id the Huma

mere glimps

en the clouds

that glimpse

n, heart-tired

d 'mid the

, long ago,

voice call m

wn the Vall

far beyond

hat I found

ing Place wit

at the feet

a voice sai

e from the dep

heart shal

ow I live in

I dream-a

are as sweet

on the ros

like a perfume

to God nig

of the Valle

the songs th

floats down

inds a word

, like the dov

f peace the

he deep ther

hall break o

eard songs i

shall float

had dreams

for langua

en thoughts i

my spirit w

holy veils o

eps can scar

ugh the Valley

the touch o

e the place

at are harro

far betwee

His angels

he dark moun

bright mount

UERED BA

anner, for

aff 'tis dro

fold it,

not a man

not a swor

not one le

d which her

now scorn a

ide it-let

nner down! '

ts staff an

iant hosts

m it flo

ard for us

k there's no

ose who once

furl it w

Banner! fu

usands haile

ousands wi

should fo

oeman's swor

theirs entwi

lag should

freedom or

the hands tha

ts that fond

dead are

anner-it i

d it sounds

ople in t

conquered, t

, dead hands

ose who fel

who trailed a

ildly they

url and f

anner! True

athed around

live in son

folds are i

me on brig

poets an

ounding do

lds though

anner, soft

gently-it

oops abov

not-unfol

p there, fu

ple's hopes

OF ROBER

s scabbard, p

the swor

ront of the

brave in the c

sheen, like

to vi

cabbard, whe

ered pea

s rest by the

feeble, smit

right, avengi

the swor

ts scabbard,

Virgin

o saw it gl

bore it, kn

at sword led

ow-and

scabbard!

d from sta

sword led

led for a br

land had a ca

a chief li

ts scabbard!

d might v

r triumph w

heart grew

d on while gl

le Rob

its scabbar

shed the s

d now in its

sleep of our

yet withou

and pe

TH

shadows o

unshine of

light of

land ve

e world v

rapture

day's sin

lissful

ay witho

nd filled w

e dead and

and with

life of c

ept oft as

he wrecks d

nd calm a

torm come

reck on i

land in w

fade all

he land

Eden wher

, and sweete

all with

world of

the anguishe

e world o

world tha

ight vision

world of

life ever

land very

eak exile w

oy-land

's a Father

home-"Swe

NTIME

oice from

l, sad,

ight from t

he night

hand, with

my spiri

ar from the

ow o'ersha

s and skies of

neth etern

ss and shadowl

never pa

the voice;

or in Hea

id shadow p

nd its str

must hasten

r! Thou cal

light; 'twas

om the crown

that with jewe

kissed oft

hat with raptur

on me swe

e hand with

and-holy

ng ago to t

the wreath I

I look up to

t I soon may

THOUGH

n their ag

re their l

ir days by the fl

, by the moans

of earth

not the dep

ey come, few o

is best measu

by the s

through th

scenes that we

furrows the f

d and face

we count

of the earth,

and the fall

ung are of

brow be bri

beats warm, thei

pringtime, but

d are oft-

hair is thi

in age, as in

, for their cr

d by be

ary of

a cross they l

est with a ble

a day o

entury o

ad of a long

s and tears

nd joys

lows of al

m brings the brav

the haven t

tion to Father Ryan's

It therefore properly opens his volume of poems. It became popular on its first publication, an

of The Valley of Silence i

this stanza, and the two following ones, the poet refers to that period

r of his poetry. Inspired in The Valley of Silen

re come to him elusive glimpses of truth and beauty whic

re rise, from

my inmo

scenes than e

ng's ori

int the vis

r glories tur

anner of the South, March 21, 1868, from which it is here taken. Coming

the versification of this stanza

veral of his lyrics referring to the war. In spite of his strong Southern feeling, there is no

l 'mid ruin, wr

, where all wa

ildren and my

n. Father, hea

eling in 1868. In a similar strain

lled with angui

uried with my

ed, my tears ar

hee, our Father

things-an era in which vain regrets gave pl

m first appeared in th

the preceding one, has

ut

the South the popular hero of the war. In the last of his Sentinel Songs, the poet-

y, and fo

ain's hall

, keep et

be this

r bright emb

the yea

names to fl

reat Robe

ril 25, 1868. It illustrates the profounder themes on which the poet loved

nful view of life appea

De Profundis, for

urs are ful

d! woe

watch in bri

is strung

we! wo

ht hath lef

ing, awe-st

them onl

them only

fords a glimpse of the tragical romance of the poet's life. The voice that he hears is that of "Ethel," the lost love of his yout

ccurs in several poems, as When? and

so; when but

her's

ttle head-e'e

-for r

th, where it appeared June 29, 1870. In the volume of colle

is changed to "lone" i