Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis Poems MacCarthy, Florence Denis
186 Now lift their marble shoulders o'er The rippling glass, or sink with fear, As if the wind approaching near Were some wild wooer from the shore. Or else the parent turns to these, The younglings born beneath her eye, And hangs the baby-buds close by, In wind-rocked cradles from the trees. And as the branches fall and rise, Each leafy-folded swathe expands: And now are spread their tiny hands, And now are seen their starry eyes. But soon the feast concludes the day, And yonder in the sun-warmed dell, The happy circle meet to tell Their labours since the bygone May. A bright-faced youth is first to raise His cheerful voice above the rest, Who bears upon his hardy breast A golden star with silver rays:[109] Worthily won, for he had been A traveller in many a land, And with his slender staff in hand Had wandered over many a green: Had seen the Shepherd Sun unpen Heaven's fleecy flocks, and let them stray Over the high-pealed Himalay, Till night shut up the fold again: Had sat upon a mossy ledge, O'er Baiae in the morning's beams, Or where the sulphurous crater steams Had hung suspended from the edge:
187 Or following its devious course Up many a weary winding mile, Had tracked the long, mysterious Nile Even to its now no-fabled source: Resting, perchance, as on he strode, To see the herded camels pass Upon the strips of wayside grass That line with green the dust-white road. Had often closed his weary lids In oases that deck the waste, Or in the mighty shadows traced By the eternal pyramids. Had slept within an Arab's tent, Pitched for the night beneath a palm, Or when was heard the vesper psalm, With the pale nun in worship bent: Or on the moonlit fields of France, When happy village maidens trod Lightly the fresh and verdurous sod, There was he seen amid the dance: Yielding with sympathizing stem To the quick feet that round him flew, Sprang from the ground as they would do, Or sank unto the earth with them: Or, childlike, played with girl and boy By many a river's bank, and gave His floating body to the wave, Full many a time to give them joy. These and a thousand other tales The traveller told, and welcome found; These were the simple tales went round The happy circles in the vales. Keeping reserved with conscious pride
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187<br />
Or following its devious course<br />
Up many a weary winding mile,<br />
Had tracked the long, mysterious Nile<br />
Even to its now no-fabled source:<br />
Resting, perchance, as on he strode,<br />
To see the herded camels pass<br />
Upon the strips of wayside grass<br />
That line with green the dust-white road.<br />
Had often closed his weary lids<br />
In oases that deck the waste,<br />
Or in the mighty shadows traced<br />
By the eternal pyramids.<br />
Had slept within an Arab's tent,<br />
Pitched for the night beneath a palm,<br />
Or when was heard the vesper psalm,<br />
With the pale nun in worship bent:<br />
Or on the moonlit fields of France,<br />
When happy village maidens trod<br />
Lightly the fresh and verdurous sod,<br />
There was he seen amid the dance:<br />
Yielding with sympathizing stem<br />
To the quick feet that round him flew,<br />
Sprang from the ground as they would do,<br />
Or sank unto the earth with them:<br />
Or, childlike, played with girl and boy<br />
By many a river's bank, and gave<br />
His floating body to the wave,<br />
Full many a time to give them joy.<br />
These and a thousand other tales<br />
The traveller told, and welcome found;<br />
These were the simple tales went round<br />
The happy circles in the vales.<br />
Keeping reserved with conscious pride