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Title: Verses

Author: Edith Wharton

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Contents

Sonnets.

Spring Song.

Prophecies of Summer.

Song.

Heaven.

“Maiden, Arise.”

Spring.

May Marian.

Opportunities.

“The Last Token.”

Raffaelle to the Fornarina.

Chriemhild of Burgundy.

Some Woman to Some Man.

Lines on Chaucer.

What We Shall Say Fifty Years Hence, OF OUR FANCY-DRESS QUADRILLE.

Nothing More.

June and December.

October.

A Woman I Know.

Daisies.

Impromptu.

Notre Dame des Fleurs.

Translations from the German.

Longing.

“Be friendly, pray, to these fancies of mine.”

—BETTINE BRENTANO.

NEWPORT, R. I.,

C. E. HAMMETT, JR.,

1878.

Sonnets.

I. LE VIOL D’AMOUR.

(An Organ-stop.)

O soft, caressing sound, more sweet than scent

Of violets in woody hollows! Tone

As amorous as the ring-dove’s tender moan

Beneath the spreading forest’s leafy tent;

What mystery of earth or air hath lent

Thee that bewitching music, where the drone

Of Summer bees in dewy buds new blown

With trembling, fainting melody is blent?

What master did conceive thee, as the sound

Most fit to woo his lady from her rest,

What wakeful maiden in thy wooing found

The passion of her lover first exprest,

And from her silken pillows, beauty-crowned,

Stept forth and smiled on him who loved her best?

November 10th, 1875.

II. VESPERS.

It is the vesper hour, and in yon aisle

Where fainting incense clouds the heavy air

My lady’s kneeling at her evening prayer,

Alone and silently; for in a file

The choristers have passed, and left her there,

Where martyrs from the tinted windows stare,

And saints look downward with a holy smile

Upon her meek devotions, while the day

Fades slowly, and a tender amber light

From coloured panes about her head doth play—

Her veil falls like a shade, and ghostly white

Her clasped hands glimmer through the deepening gray;

So will she kneel, until from Heaven’s height

The Angels bend to hear their sister pray.

November 11th, 1875.

III. BETTINE TO GOETHE.

“Be friendly, pray, with these fancies of mine.” BETTINE.

Could youth discrown thy head of its gray hair,

I could not love it as I love it now;

Could one grand line be smoothed from thy brow,

’Twould seem to me less stately and less fair.

O no, be as thou art! For thou dost wear

The signs of noble age that cannot bow

Thine intellect like thy form, and I who know

How each year that did visibly impair

Thy first fresh youth, left inwardly such grand

And gracious gifts, would rather have thee so—

Believe me, master, who erect doth stand

In soul and purpose, age cannot lay low

Till he receive, new from the Father’s hand

The youth he did but outwardly forego.

April, 1876.

Spring Song.

“O primavera! Gioventù dell’ anno.”

The first warm buds that break their covers,

The first young twigs that burst in green,

The first blade that the sun discovers,

Starting the loosened earth between.

The pale soft sky, so clear and tender,

With little clouds that break and fly;

The crocus, earliest pretender

To the low breezes passing by;

The chirp and twitter of brown builders,

A couple in a tree, at least;

The watchful wisdom of the elders

For callow younglings in the nest;

The flush of branches with fair blossoms,

The deepening of the faint green boughs,

As leaf by leaf the crown grows fuller

That binds the young Spring’s rosy brows;

New promise every day of sweetness,

The next bright dawn is sure to bring;

Slow breaking into green completeness,

Fresh rapture of the early Spring!

May, 1876.

Prophecies of Summer.

I found a wee leaf in the cleft

Where the half-melted ice had left

A sunny corner, moist and warm,

For it to bud, beyond all harm.

The wet, brown sod,

Long horned with ice, had slowly grown

So soft, the tender seedling blown

By Autumn winds, in earliest Spring

Sent through the sun-warmed covering,

Its little leaf to God.

I found it there, beneath a ledge,

The dawning Spring time’s fairest pledge,

And to my mind it dimly brought

The sudden, joyous, leafy thought

Of Summer-time.

I plucked it from the sheltered cleft

Which the more kindly ice had left.

Within my hand to drop and die,

But for its sweet suggestions, I

Revive it in a rhyme.

1876.

Song.

O Love, where are the hours fled,

The hours of our young delight?

Are they forever gone and dead,

Or only vanished out of sight?

O can it be that we shall live

To know once more the joys gone by,

To feel the old, deep love revive,

And smile again before we die?

Could I but fancy it might be,

Could I the past bring back again,

And for one moment, holding thee,

Forget the present and its pain!

O Love, those hours are past away

Beyond our longing and our sighs—

Perhaps the Angels, some bright day,

Will give them back in Paradise!

August, 1876.

Heaven.

Not over roof and spire doth Heaven lie,

Star-sentinelled from our humanity,

Beyond the humble reach of every day.

And only near us when we weep or pray;

But rather in the household and the street,

Where loudest is the noise of hurrying feet,

Where hearts beat thickest, where our duties call,

Where watchers sit, where tears in silence fall.

We know not, or forget, there is no line

That marks our human off from our divine;

For all one household, all one family

In different chamberings labouring are we;

God leaves the doors between them open wide,

Knowing how life and death are close allied,

And though across the threshold, in the gloom,

We cannot see into that other room,

It may be that the dear ones watching there

Can hear our cry of passionate despair,

And wait unseen to lead us through the door

When twilight comes, and all our work is o’er.

January, 1877.

“Maiden, Arise.”

She, whom through life her God forbade to hear

The voices of her nearest and most dear,

So that she dwelt, amid the hum and rush

Of cities, in a vast, eternal hush,

Yet heard the first low calling of the voice

That others had not heeded in the noise,

And rising, when it whispered “Come with me,”

Followed the form that others could not see,

Smiling, perchance, in death at last to hear

The voices of the Angels fill her ear,

While the great, silent void that closed her round

Was overflowed with rippled floods of sound,

And the dumb past in Alleluias drowned.

March, 1877.

Spring.

A Fragment.

HILDEGARD.

It is the time when everything

Is flusht with presage of the Spring,

When every leaf and twig and bud

Feels new life rushing like a flood

Through greening veins and bursting tips;

When every hour a sunbeam slips

Across a sleepy flower’s mouth,

And wakes it, babbling of the South;

When birds are doubtful where or how

To hang their nests on trunk or bough,

And all that is in wood or croft

Beneath an influence balmy-soft

Towards the light begins to strive,

Feeling how good it is to live!

WALTHER.

How beautiful thou standest there,

Thyself a prophet of the May!

The shining of thy golden hair

Would melt December’s snows away.

The roses on thy cheeks would woo

Forth envious blossoms from their sleeps.

And robins plume their breasts anew

To mock the crimson of thy lips.

HILDEGARD.

But where would be the golden tresses,

With ribands bravely intertwined

And where the roses, that thy praises

Have opened like a Summer wind,

Wert thou, my love, my Knight, not here,

To make these empty beauties dear?

The Spring would never deck her train

In such a fair and winsome wise

Did she not seek by smiles to chain

The sun her royal lover’s eyes.

1876.

May Marian.

A BALLAD.

In our town there dwelt a maiden

Whom the folk called Marian;

In her narrow gabled casement

All day long she sat and span.

Till a gentleman came riding

Through our town one Summer day,

Spied May Marian at the casement,

Stole her silly heart away.

Then she up and left her spinning,

Laid aside her russet gown,

In a footboy’s cap and mantle

Followed him to London town.

There he led her to a mansion

Standing by the river side;

“In that mansion dwells the lady

Who is my betrothed bride;

“Gif thou’lt be her serving-maiden,

Thou shalt wear a braw red gown,

Follow her to mass on Sunday

Through the streets of London town;

“But if thou’lt not be her maiden,

Turn about and get thee home;

’Tis not meet that country wenches

Through the city here should roam.”

Not a word in answer spake she;

Weeping sore she turned away,

And alone she gat her homeward,

Travelling till the fall of day.

To our town she came at gloaming,

Softly tirled she at the door;

Whispered: “let me in, sweet mother,

I will wander never more.”

“I will turn me to my spinning,

I will don my russet gown;

Home is best for country lasses,

Men are false in London town.”

But the door was shut against her,

To her prayer came answer none.

All night long alone she wandered,

Wandered weeping through our town.

But at dawn she was aweary—

In the street she laid her down;

And they found her dead at sunrise

With her head upon a stone.

MORAL.

Ladies, listen to my ballad:

Maidens are too lightly won;

Home is best for country lasses,

Men are false in London town.

1876.

Opportunities.

Who knows his opportunities? They come

Not trumpet-tongued from Heaven, but small and dumb,

Not beckoning from the future’s promised land,

But in the narrow present close at hand.

They walk beside us with unsounding feet,

And like those two that trode the Eastern street

And with their Saviour bartered thought for thought,

Our eyes are holden and we know them not.

1878.

“The Last Token.”

A. D. 107.

(She speaks.)

One minute more of life! Enough to snatch

This flower to my bosom, and to catch

The parting glance and signal overhead

From one who sits and waits to see me dead.

One minute more! Enough to let him see

How straight the message fell from him to me,

And how, his talisman upon my breast,

I’ll face the end as calmly as the rest.—

Th’ impassive wall of faces seems to break

And shew one face aquiver for my sake * * *

How different death seems, with a hand that throws

Across the pathway of my doom a rose,

How brief and paltry life, compared to this

O’ertoppling moment of supremest bliss! * * *

Farewell! I feel the lions’ hungry breath,

I meet your eyes * * * beloved, this is death.

1878.

Raffaelle to the Fornarina.

(Sitting to him for a Madonna.)

Knot up the filmy strands of golden hair

That veil your breast, yet leave its beauties bare;

In decent ripples backward let it flow,

Smooth-parted sideways from your placid brow.

Unclasp the clinging necklace from your throat,

And let this misty veil about you float,

As round the seraphs of my visions swim

Faint, roseate clouds to make their radiance dim

And bearable to dazzled human eyes,

Uplifted in a rapture of surprise.

Lay off your armlets now, and cover up

With dark blue folds that shoulder’s dimpled slope;

Let naught appear to woo the grosser sense,

But ruling calm, and sacred innocence;

Subdue the pointed twinkle of your eye

Into a level, large serenity,

(Now comes the test) and let your mouth awhile

Be pressed into a faint, ascetic smile,

A pure reflection of the inward thought,

A chastened glow from fires celestial caught.

1878.

Chriemhild of Burgundy.

A Fragment.

In all the land was not a maid

Could match her beauty white and red;

No decent veil she need to wear,

Deep-mantled in her royal hair,

Dun ripples, shot all through and through

With fiery gold; her eyes were blue

And clearer than a Summer wave

That murmurs in some sunless cave,

And over them her brow shone white,

Like the first low star that pricks the night,

And under them her mouth did redden,

Like ripe red clover, honey-laden;

But white as pear-bloom was her chin,

An elvish dimple played therein;

Her breast stirred softly up and down

Beneath the folding of her gown

As if a bird were prisoned there

That fluttered for the outer air,

And round and comely was each limb,

As doth a royal maid beseem.

1878.

Some Woman to Some Man.

We might have loved each other after all,

Have lived and learned together! Yet I doubt it;

You asked, I think, too great a sacrifice,

Or else, perhaps, I rate myself too dear.

Whichever way the difference lies between us,

Would common cares have helped to lessen it,

A common interest, and a common lot?

Who knows indeed? We choose our path, and then

Stand looking back and sighing at our choice,

And say: “Perhaps the other road had led

To fruitful valleys dozing in the sun.”

Perhaps—perhaps—but all things are perhaps,

And either way there lies a doubt, you know.

We’ve but one life to live, and fifty ways

To live it in, and little time to choose

The one in fifty that will suit us best,

And so the end is, that we part, and say:

“We might have loved each other after all!”

1878.

Lines on Chaucer.

No human pomp suggests his name,

No human pride builds up his fame,

But croft and meadow every where

His presence and his charm declare.

He was an echo of the woods,

A breath of vernal solitudes,

An annalist of brooks and birds,

Interpreter of sylvan words;

He worshipt nature where he trod

And still, through nature, worshipt God;

And spotless as the flower he praises

His name still blossoms with the daisies.

What We Shall Say Fifty Years Hence,

OF OUR FANCY-DRESS QUADRILLE.

(Danced at Swanhurst, August 8th, 1878.)

Do you remember, long ago,

Our Fancy-dress Quadrille?

Though many a year is past since then

It makes me joyous still,

To think what fun we used to have

When we were young and gay

And danced upon the Swanhurst lawn,

That happy Summer day.

As Shepherd and as Shepherdess

We trod the graceful round,

In pinks and blues, with buckled shoes,

And crooks with ribands bound;

And as with joyous step we danced

We gaily sang in time

The foolish words and merry tune

Of some old Nursery rhyme.

But often through the singing broke

A burst of laughter gay,

So young were we, so glad and free,

That happy Summer day!

And hand in hand would linger long,

As through the dance we moved,

For some of us were lovers then,

And some of us were loved.

Ah, many a year is past since then,

And fled the merry throng,

And yet I hear, at times quite clear,

The echo of our song;

And though our days are Wintry now

I well remember still

The happy Summer day we danced

Our Fancy-dress Quadrille!

1878.

Nothing More.

’Twas the old, old story told again,

The story we all have heard;

A glimpse of brightness, parting and pain—

You know it word for word.

A stolen picture—a faded rose—

An evening hushed and bright;

A whisper—perhaps a kiss—who knows?

A handclasp, and “goodnight.”

The sum of what we call “first love,”

That dreamflower rare and white,

That puts its magic blossom forth

And dies in a single night.

1878.

June and December.

When our eyes grow dim and our hair turns grey

And we sit by the fire together,

’Twill seem strange to talk in a shivering way

Of our Summertime’s rosy weather;

When our eyes were bright, and our tresses smooth,

And the blood in our veins leapt red,

In the golden dawn of our long lost youth,

With the promise of life ahead.

Shall we talk with smiles or with sighs that day

Of the years that are dead and gone,

Of the cares and the joys that have passed away

Like dewdrops beneath the sun?

Nay, perchance we’ll see but the sunny side

Of the vision, in looking back,

And the trace of joys that are past may abide,

Where our sorrow have left no track;

And perhaps both the joys and the cares may seem

In the light of that later day,

Like the phantom shapes of some beautiful dream

That has long ago passed away.

But whate’er beside we may lose or hold

From the hoards of the golden past,

May the friends we loved in the days of old

To our hearts and thoughts cling fast,

And before the days come that are coming soon,

And whose motto is “I remember,”

God grant us one vision of love and June

To brighten our life’s December.

October 7th, 1878.

October.

A cold grey sea, a cold grey sky

And leafless swaying boughs,

A wind that wanders sadly by,

And moans about the house.

And in my lonely heart a cry

For days that went before;

For joys that fly, and hopes that die,

And the past that comes no more.

A Woman I Know.

For a look from her eyes, for a smile of her mouth

Any man might well give the best years of his youth;

For the touch of her hand, for the warmth of her kiss

Might well barter his chances of infinite bliss;

For her step is like sunlight that plays on the sea

And her bosom is snowy as snowy can be,

And her hair is a mantle inwoven with gold

Such as Queens might have worn in the legends of old;

And her chin oh so white, and her cheek oh so red,

They might well drive a man who should look at them mad;

But beneath the bright breast where her heart ought to be,

What is there? Why a trap to catch fools, sir, like me!

October, 1878.

Daisies.

Daisies, does he love me?

Daisies, tell me true.

“Loves me * * * does not love me” * * *

That will never do!

Why, you know, you daisies,

Whatever you may say,

He stole that knot of riband

I wore the other day.

Daisies, one more trial;

Let your petals fall.

“Loves me * * * does not love me * * *

Loves me,” after all!

Thank you, darling daisies,

And if it ends that way

I’ll wear you in a garland

Upon my wedding day.

1878.

Impromptu.

(On being asked for some verses.)

I love the silver dawn of night

That melts the dark away;

The ecstacy of pallid light

That bathes the ended day;

When leaf by leaf the slumbrous trees

Begin to talk anew;

And that sweet almoner, the breeze,

Fills every cup with dew;

When on the fevered brow of toil

Eve lays a soothing palm,

And whispers softly to the soul:

“This hour was made for calm.”

1876.

Notre Dame des Fleurs.

To F. S. W.

Rosy, and fair, and fragrant,

Your vassals, the flowers, come,

Bearing a welcome to us

From the heart of your sunlit home;

Delicate garlands, wreathing

With brightness these dreary hours;

Red lips and white lips, breathing

Of you, our Lady of Flowers!

Violets, blue as your eyes are

And roses, as soft as your cheek,—

Daphne, sweet as your words are,—

Primroses pallid and meek;

Feathery, waving fern-plumes,

And blossoms from Summer bowers,

Each one bearing a message

From you, our Lady of Flowers!

Giver of brightness and beauty,

And Queen of this fragrant throng,

How shall we thank you or praise you

But feebly in this poor song?

We, whom you crown with blossoms,

Whom richly your kindness dowers,

We must be silent and love you,—

Love you, our Lady of Flowers!

November 25, 1878.

Translations from the German.

THREE SONGS FROM THE GERMAN OF EMANUEL GEIBEL.

I.

(“Mein Pferd geht langsam durch die nacht.”)

My steed goes slowly through the night;

The moon is half in shadow,

With clouds that steal across her light

Like lambs across a meadow.

A sudden stillness fills my heart,

With grief so lately movèd,

For in thy thoughts I have a part,

Tonight, my best belovèd.

In every whisper of the wind

Thy greeting I discover;

O may’st thou in the breezes find

The kisses of thy lover.

II.

(“Schöne Lilie.”)

Spotless lily in the garden,

Fair and high on slender stem,

In the morning breeze thou wavest

Like a dainty silver flame.

How thy chalice opens upward

To admit the sunlight’s gleam!

Scarce unto the earth belonging,

Part of Heaven dost thou seem.

Ah, thou bearest greetings to me

From a being pure as thou,

Whom I called my spirit’s spirit,

Once with many a loving vow;

She who taught me to discover

Love that lurks in sorrow’s smart;

Now, if I but think upon her

Sudden stillness fills my heart.

III.

There stands the ancient gabled house;

The rooms therein how well I know!

They’re still as once they were, when first

I loved there, long ago.

But, like the moon, times change, and hearts,

And strangers now the dwelling claim;

Another passion fills my breast;

Yet is the house the same.

Today I went there to the feast;

Some memory made my bosom stir,

I heeded not the song and jest,

I only thought of her,—

Of all that we had meant to be,

Of all my vanisht youthful years,

And of the love that filled her eyes,—

Till mine o’erflowed with tears.

And when I roused me from the thought,

Alas, how changed did all things seem!

As though that dream had been my life,

And all my life a dream.

Longing.

FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER.

(“Ach, aus dieses Thales Gründen.”)

From the shadows of the valley

With the chilly mist opprest,

Might I only find the outlet

I should count myself as blest.

There uprise the sunny mountains

Green and young and fair to see,

Had I wings to lift me upward,

To the mountains I would flee.

Melodies are sweetly chiming,

I can catch the heavenly notes,

And a balmy flower fragrance

On the light breeze downward floats.

Golden fruits are shining, glowing,

Through the leafage, darkly green,

And the flowers that there are blowing

Winter’s snows have never seen.

Ah, how blissful must the life be

In that sunshine without night;

Ah, how soft and how refreshing

Is the air that crowns that height!

Yet the stormy river stays me

That between us roars of death;

And its ghastly waves are lifted

Till my spirit shuddereth.

There a bark all lonely tosses

Without steersman, on the tide;

Leap into it, bold, untrembling,

Sure some fate its sails will guide!

Thou must trust, and thou must venture,

For the gods will lend no hand;

Nothing but a wonder lifts thee

To thy golden Wonderland.

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Table of Contents

Sonnets.

I. LE VIOL D’AMOUR.

II. VESPERS.

III. BETTINE TO GOETHE.

Spring Song.

Prophecies of Summer.

Song.

Heaven.

“Maiden, Arise.”

Spring.

Hildegard.

Walther.

Hildegard.

May Marian.

A BALLAD.

Moral.

Opportunities.

“The Last Token.”

Raffaelle to the Fornarina.

Chriemhild of Burgundy.

Some Woman to Some Man.

Lines on Chaucer.

What We Shall Say Fifty Years Hence, OF OUR FANCY-DRESS QUADRILLE.

Nothing More.

June and December.

October.

A Woman I Know.

Daisies.

Impromptu.

Notre Dame des Fleurs.

Translations from the German. THREE SONGS FROM THE GERMAN OF EMANUEL GEIBEL.

I.

II.

III.

Longing. FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER.

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