FLIGHT THE THIRD Contained in the volume entitled Aftermath, 1873. FATA MORGANA. Written May 21, 1870. O SWEET illusions of Song, I approach, and ye vanish away, As the weary traveller sees Fair towns with turrets high, So I wander and wander along, The shining city of song, In the beautiful land of dreams. But when I would enter the gate THE HAUNTED CHAMBER. EACH heart has its haunted chamber, Where the silent moonlight falls ! On the floor are mysterious footsteps, There are whispers along the walls! And mine at times is haunted By the silent moonlight cast. A form sits by the window, For as soon as the dawn approaches It vanishes away. It sits there in the moonlight, And points with its airy finger Without, before the window, There stands a gloomy pine, Whose boughs wave upward and downward As wave these thoughts of mine. And underneath its branches What are ye, O pallid phantoms! What are ye, O pallid phantoms! THE MEETING. Written in December, 1870. AFTER So long an absence At last we meet again : The tree of life has been shaken, We cordially greet each other And we think, though we do not say it, We speak of a Merry Christmas We speak of friends and their fortunes, And at last we hardly distinguish Between the ghosts and the guests; And a mist and shadow of sadness Steals over our merriest jests. VOX POPULI. Written September 5, 1870. WHEN Mazárvan the Magician Journeyed westward through Cathay, Nothing heard he but the praises Of Badoura on his way. But the lessening rumor ended So it happens with the poets : Where Badoura is unknown. THE CASTLE-BUILDER. Written December 14, 1848, but not printed until 1867, when it appeared in Our Young Folks for January of that year. A GENTLE boy, with soft and silken locks, A fearless rider on his father's knee, There will be other towers for thee to build ; Build on, and make thy castles high and fair, Rising and reaching upward to the skies; Listen to voices in the upper air, Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries. |