THE ROPEWALK. N that building, long and low, Like the port-holes of a hulk, Human spiders spin and spin, Backward down their threads so thin Dropping, each a hempen bulk. At the end, an open door; As the spinners to the end Gleam the long threads in the sun; Two fair maidens in a swing, First before my vision pass; Laughing, as their gentle hands Then a booth of mountebanks, And a weary look of care. Then a homestead among farms, Then an old man in a tower, While the rope coils round and round Like a serpent at his feet, And again, in swift retreat, Nearly lifts him from the ground. Then within a prison-yard, Faces fixed, and stern, and hard, Laughter and indecent mirth; Ah! it is the gallows-tree! Breath of Christian charity, Blow, and sweep it from the earth! Then a school-boy, with his kite And an eager, upward look ; Ships rejoicing in the breeze, Wrecks that float o'er unknown seas, Anchors dragged through faithless sand; Sea-fog drifting overhead, And, with lessening line and lead, All these scenes do I behold, In that building long and low; And the spinners backward go. THE GOLDEN MILE-STONE. EAFLESS are the trees; their purple branches Spread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral, Rising silent In the Red Sea of the winter sunset. From the hundred chimneys of the vil lage, Like the Afreet in the Arabian story, Tower aloft into the air of amber. At the window winks the flickering fire light; Here and there the lamps of evening glimmer, Social watch-fires Answering one another through the dark ness. On the hearth the lighted logs are glow ing, And like Ariel in the cloven pine-tree For its freedom Groans and sighs the air imprisoned in them. By the fireside there are old men seated, Seeing ruined cities in the ashes, Asking sadly Of the Past what it can ne'er restore them. By the fireside there are youthful dream ers, Building castles fair, with stately stair ways, Asking blindly Of the Future what it cannot give them. By the fireside tragedies are acted And above them God the sole spectator. By the fireside there are peace and comfort, Wives and children, with fair, thoughtful faces, Waiting, watching For a well-known footstep in the passage. |