Voices of Unseen Spirits From "Taliesin: a Masque" Here falls no light of sun nor stars; Submerged in sleep, the passive soul Is one with all the things that seem; Night blurs in one confusèd whole Alike the dreamer and the dream. O dwellers in the busy town! For dreams you smile, for dreams you weep. Come out, and lay your burdens down! Come out; there is no God but Sleep. Sleep, and renounce the vital day; To find forgetfulness of strife. Beneath the thicket of these leaves No light discriminates each from each. Sleep on the mighty Mother's breast! Faith and Fate To horse, my dear, and out into the night! The gallop echoes through the startled street, East, to the dawn, or west or south or north! An Ode in Time of Hesitation (After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the head of the first enlisted negro regiment, the 54th Massachusetts.) I Before the solemn bronze Saint Gaudens made To thrill the heedless passer's heart with awe, And hear the distant spring come up the land; The land they died to save from death and shame II Through street and mall the tides of people go Assurance of her jubilant emprise, And it is clear to my long-searching eyes Or had its will among the fruits and vines Florida and the Gulf of Mexico. III Soon shall the Cape Ann children shout in glee, The Lakes shall robe them in ethereal sheen; Of springing wheat shall vastly be outflung On Arizonan mesas shall be done Dim rites unto the thunder and the sun; And dance before the unveiled ark of the year, For flutter of broad phylacteries; While Shasta signals to Alaskan seas That watch old sluggish glaciers downward creep, Where East and West are met, A rich seal on the ocean's bosom set To say that East and West are twain, With different loss and gain: The Lord hath sundered them; let them be sundered yet. IV Alas! what sounds are these that come Sullenly over the Pacific seas, Sounds of ignoble battle, striking dumb Must I be humble, then, Now when my heart hath need of pride? Wild love falls on me from these sculptured men; |