anthology of massachusetts poets(马萨诸赛诗人)-第13部分
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When the Bell； with gentle tongue； Called the herd…bells home again；
Through the purple shades he swung； Down the mountain； through the
glen； Towards the sound of fellow…men；… Even from the light that clung。
Dimly too； as cloud on cloud； Came that silent flock of his： Thronging
whiteness； in a crowd； After homing twos and threes； With the longing
memories Of all white things dreamed and vowed。
Through the fragrances； alone； By the sudden…silent brook； 》From the
open world unknown； To the close of speech and book； There to find the
foreign look In the faces of his own。
Sharing was beyond his skill； Shyly yet； he made essay： Sought to dip；
and share； and fill Heart's…desire； from day to day。 But their eyes； some
foreign way； Looked at him； and he was still。
Last； he reached his arms to sleep； Where the Vision waited； dim； Still
beyond some deep…on…deep。
And the darkness folded him； Eager heart and weary limb。 All day
long； he kept the sheep。
JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY
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HARVEST…MOON： 1914
OVER the twilight field； The overflowing field； Over the glimmering
field； And bleeding furrows with their sodden yield Of sheaves that still
did writhe； After the scythe； The teeming field and darkly overstrewn With
all the garnered fulness of that noon Two looked upon each other。 One
was a Woman men called their mother； And one； the Harvest…Moon。
And one； the Harvest…Moon； Who stood； who gazed On those unquiet
gleanings where they bled； Till the lone Woman said： 〃But we were
crazed 。 。 。 We should laugh now together； I and you； We two。 You； for
your dreaming it was worth A star's while to look on and light the Earth；
And I； forever telling to my mind； Glory it was； and gladness； to give birth
To humankind！ Yes； I； that ever thought it not amiss To give the breath to
men； For men to slay again： Lording it over anguish but to give My life
that men might live For this。 You will be laughing now； remembering I
called you once Dead World； and barren thing；
Yes； so we named you then； You； far more wise Than to give life to
men。〃
Over the field； that there Gave back the skies A shattered upward stare
》From blank white eyes； Striving awhile； through many a bleeding dune
Of throbbing clay； but dumb and quiet soon； She looked； and went her
way The Harvest…Moon。
JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEAODY
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HORSEMAN SPRINGING FROM
THE DARK： A DREAM
〃HORSEMAN； springing from the dark； Horseman； flying wild and
free； Tell me what shall be thy road Whither speedest far from me？〃
〃From the dark into the light； 》From the small unto the great； 》From
the valleys dark I ride O'er the hills to conquer fate！〃
〃Take me with thee； horseman mine！ Let me madly rode with thee！〃
As he turned I met his eyes； My own soul looked back at me！
LILLA CABOT PERRY
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THREE QUATRAINS
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CHAPTER THE CUP
SHE said； 〃Lift high the cup！〃 Of her arm's weariness she gave no sign；
But； smiling； raised it up That none might see or guess it held no wine。
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FORGIVE ME NOT！
FORGIVE me not！ Hate me and I shall know Some of Love's fire still
burns within your breast！ Forgiveness finds its home in hearts at rest； On
dead volcanoes only lies the snow。
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THE ROSE
ONE deep red rose I dropped into his grave； So small a thing to give
so great a friend！ Yet well he knew it was my heart I gave And must fare
on without it to the end；
LILLA CABOT PERRY
A VALENTINE； UNSENT STAY； flaming rose； 'twould grieve her
heart To see you fade away； Unloved； unwelcome and apart 》From every
joy to…day。
Once long ago your tale was new； Days distant yet so dear； Why say
her lover still is true； When that is all her fear？
Why thus recall another's pain； Her tender heart to fret？ Best let her
think he loves again； Who never can forget！
MARGARET PERRY
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SHIPBUILDERS
THE German people reared them An idol made of wood； And
Hindenburg before them Lifelike and stupid stood。
To clothe him all in iron And thus his soul express； With nails and
spikes they covered His wooden nakedness。
And when they； thus had clothed him All in a suit of mail； Still came
they； wild…eyed； looking For space to drive a nail。 Whenever Teuton
airmen Slay boys and girls at play； Or U…boats； drowning babies； Create a
holiday。
Then； gathering round their statue； A happy German throng Drive nails
into the idol To make him still more strong。
Avenge the babes； shipbuilders； That on the seas have died； Avenge the
little children Murdered for Wilhelm's pride。 Come； gather at the shipyards；
And let your hammers ring； For more than ships and cargoes Waits on
your fashioning。
Come； gather at the shipyards； With every bolt you drive Bethink you
‘tis the Kaiser Whose brutish head you rive。
Come； gather at the shipyards； And swing with might and main； ‘Tis
Tirpitz and the Crown Prince That you to…day have slain。
Come； gather at the shipyards； And heat the metal hot； For it is
Bethmann Hollweg You're boiling in the pot。
Come； gather at the shipyards； And when the day is done； You've
spent it in driving spikes； In Hindernburg the Hun。
Come； gather at the shipyards； And toil with healthy hate； For only you
can save the world； The Hun is at the gate。
ARTHUR STANWOOD PIE
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UNFADING PICTURES
（〃The air from the sea came blowing in again； mixed with the perfume
of the flowers。 。 。 。 The old…fashioned furniture brightly rubbed and pol…
ished； my aunt's inviolable chair and table by the round green fan in the
bow…window； the drugget… covered carpet； the cat； the kettle…holder； the
two canaries； the old china 。。。 and； wonderfully out of keeping with the rest；
my dusty self upon the sofa； taking note of everything。〃
…〃David Copperfield；〃 Chapter XIII。）
HOW many are the scenes he limned； With artist strokes； clear…cut and
free… Our Dickens； time shall not efface Their charm； and they will ever
grace The halls of memory。
Oft and again we turn to them； To contemplate in pleased review； And
like some picture on the screen Comes now to mind a favorite scene His
master…pencil drew：…
Upon a sofa； stretched in sleep； I see a small lad； spent and worn； And
by the window； stern and grim； A silent figure watching him； So dusty；
ragged； torn。
Ah； now she rises from behind The round green fan beside her chair；
〃Poor fellow！〃 croons…and pity lends Her voice new softness…and she
bends And brushes back his hair。
Then in his sleep he softly stirs。 Was that a dream； these murmured
words？ He wakes！ There by the casement sat Miss Trotwood still； close by；
her cat And her canary birds。
The peaceful calm of that quaint room； Its marks of comfort
everywhere Old china and mahogany And blowing in； fresh from the sea；
The perfume…laden air。
Poor little pilgrim so bereft； So weary at his journey's end！ What joy
must then have filled his soul To reach at last such happy goal… To findoh；
such a friend！ 。 。 。
And then night came； and from his bed He saw the sea； moonlit and
bright； And dreamed there came； to bless her son； His mother； with her
little one； Adown that path of light。
Ah； greater blessing I'd not crave； When
