Wind of the East, Wind of the sunrise seas, Wind of the clinging mists and gray, harsh rains, Blow moist and chill across the wastes of brine, And shut the sun out, and the moon and stars, In fairy bays where water-lilies float; To hear your reel's whirr echoed by the throat Of a wild mocking-bird, or round some turn To chance upon a wood-duck's brood that churn Swift passage toward their mother's warn ing note, This is to rule a realm that nevermore May aught but restful weariness invade; This is to live again the old days o'er, When nymph and dryad haunted stream and glade; To dream sweet, idle dreams of having strayed To Arcady, with all its golden lore. HEART OF OAK LEAN close and set thine ear against the bark; Then tell me what faint, murmurous sounds are heard: Hath not the oak stored up the song of bird, Whisper of wind and rain-lisp? Ay, and hark! The shadowy elves that fret the summer dark, With clash of horny winglets swiftly whirred, And lash the boughs against the dripping Hear'st thou not them, with myriad noises, blurred, The glory passed from bough to bough – The vision flitted to and fro. A thousand tanagers will glow. MY LITTLE NEIGHBOR My little neighbor's table 's set, And slyly he comes down the tree, Ilis feet firm in each tiny fret The bark has fashioned cunningly. He pauses on a favorite knot; Beneath the oak his feast is spread; He asks no friend to share his lot, Or dine with him on acorn bread. He keeps his whiskers trim and neat, He has the latest stripe in furs, I watch his home and guard his store, A cozy hollow in a tree; He often sits within his door And chatters wondrous things to me. THE LAMP HAST thou a lamp, a little lamp, Put in that hand of thine ? And did He say, who gave it thee, And dost thou say, with bated breath, I'll let the lamps of broader wick But on the shore where thy small house Stands dark, stands dark, this night, Full many a wanderer, thither tossed, Is driven on that rock and lost, Though but a candle thou didst have, · The world hath sorrow, nothing more, Rise, trim thy lamp; the feeble past As I came down Mount Tamalpais, Of vales and valleys far away. As I came down Mount Tamalpais, I almost heard its tramp and tread, And saw against the sky the cross Which marks the City of the Dead. As I came down Mount Tamalpais No ripple on its twilight tido, One dreamy, yellow sunset sail. As I came down Mount Tamalpais, To west Heaven's gateway opened wide, And through it, freighted with day-cares, The cloud-ships floated with the tide; Then, silently through stilly air, Starlight flew down from Paradise, Folded her silver wings and slept Upon the slopes of Tamalpais. BLONDEL WITHIN my heart I long have kept That when in thought he comes to me He straightway at his ease may be. This guest I love so to allureBlondel, King Richard's Troubadour ! He often comes, but sings no more Small wonder that I love him well, |