The hedges are all red with haws and hips, The Hunter's Moon reigns empress of the night. OCTOBER. My ornaments are fruits; my garments leaves, NOVEMBER. The Centaur, Sagittarius, am I, Born of Ixion's and the cloud's embrace; DECEMBER. Riding upon the Goat, with snow-white hair, I come, the last of all. This crown of mine Is of the holly; in my hand I bear The thyrsus, tipped with fragrant cones of pine. I celebrate the birth of the Divine, And the return of the Saturnian reign; My songs are carols sung at every shrine, Proclaiming “Peace on earth, good will to men." AUTUMN WITHIN. Written April 9, 1874. IT is autumn; not without, Birds are darting through the air, Save within my lonely breast. There is silence: the dead leaves THE FOUR LAKES OF MADISON. Written January 15, 1876. FOUR limpid lakes, four Naiades In flowing robes of azure dressed; By day the coursers of the sun Their swift diurnal round on high; By night the constellations glow Fair lakes, serene and full of light, All like a floating landscape seems VICTOR AND VANQUISHED. Written April 4, 1876. As one who long hath fled with panting breath I am alone with thee, who conquerest all; With armor shattered, and without a shield, This is no tournament where cowards tilt; MOONLIGHT. Written December 20, 1878. As a pale phantom with a lamp Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed, Until at last, serene and proud I look, but recognize no more All things are changed. One mass of shade,. The elm-trees drop their curtains down ; By palace, park, and colonnade I walk as in a foreign town. The very ground beneath my feet Illusion Underneath there lies With its own tints the sober gray. In vain we look, in vain uplift Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind; THE CHILDREN'S CRUSADE. [A FRAGMENT.] The Children's Crusade was begun March 23, 1879, but was left unfinished. It is founded upon an event which occurred in the year 1212. An army of twenty thousand children, mostly boys, under the lead of a boy of ten years, named Nicolas, set out from Cologne for the Holy Land. When they reached Genoa only seven thousand remained. There, as the sea did not divide to allow them to march dry-shod to the East, they broke up. Some got as far as Rome; two ship-loads sailed from Pisa, and were not heard of again; the rest straggled back to Germany. I. WHAT is this I read in history, Is it fiction, is it truth? |