the home book of verse-1-第68章
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So they say。
Venus； not to be outdone
By her generous little son；
Shaped the mouth
Very like to Cupid's bow。
Lack…a…day！ Our North can show
No such lovely flowers as grow
In the South！
Anne Reeve Aldrich ＇1866…1892＇
SOMEBODY'S CHILD
Just a picture of Somebody's child； …
Sweet face set in golden hair；
Violet eyes； and cheeks of rose；
Rounded chin； with a dimple there；
Tender eyes where the shadows sleep；
Lit from within by a secret ray； …
Tender eyes that will shine like stars
When love and womanhood come this way：
Scarlet lips with a story to tell； …
Blessed be he who shall find it out；
Who shall learn the eyes' deep secret well；
And read the heart with never a doubt。
Then you will tremble； scarlet lips；
Then you will crimson； loveliest cheeks：
Eyes will brighten and blushes will burn
When the one true lover bends and speaks。
But she's only a child now； as you see；
Only a child in her careless grace：
When Love and Womanhood come this way
Will anything sadden the flower…like face？
Louise Chandler Moulton ＇1835…1908＇
EMILIA
Halfway up the Hemlock valley turnpike；
In the bend of Silver Water's arm；
Where the deer come trooping down at even；
Drink the cowslip pool； and fear no harm；
Dwells Emilia；
Flower of the fields of Camlet Farm。
Sitting sewing by the western window
As the too brief mountain sunshine flies；
Hast thou seen a slender…shouldered figure
With a chestnut braid； Minerva…wise；
Round her temples；
Shadowing her gray； enchanted eyes？
When the freshets flood the Silver Water；
When the swallow flying northward braves
Sleeting rains that sweep the birchen foothills
Where the windflowers' pale plantation waves …
（Fairy gardens
Springing from the dead leaves in their graves）； …
Falls forgotten； then； Emilia's needle；
Ancient ballads； fleeting through her brain；
Sing the cuckoo and the English primrose；
Outdoors calling with a quaint refrain；
And a rainbow
Seems to brighten through the gusty rain。
Forth she goes； in some old dress and faded；
Fearless of the showery shifting wind；
Kilted are her skirts to clear the mosses；
And her bright braids in a 'kerchief pinned；
Younger sister
Of the damsel…errant Rosalind。
While she helps to serve the harvest supper
In the lantern…lighted village hall；
Moonlight rises on the burning woodland；
Echoes dwindle from the distant Fall。
Hark； Emilia！
In her ear the airy voices call。
Hidden papers in the dusty garret；
Where her few and secret poems lie； …
Thither flies her heart to join her treasure；
While she serves； with absent…musing eye；
Mighty tankards
Foaming cider in the glasses high。
〃Would she mingle with her young companions！〃
Vainly do her aunts and uncles say；
Ever； from the village sports and dances；
Early missed； Emilia slips away。
Whither vanished？
With what unimagined mates to play？
Did they seek her； wandering by the water；
They should find her comrades shy and strange：
Queens and princesses； and saints and fairies；
Dimly moving in a cloud of change： …
Desdemona；
Mariana of the Moated Grange。
Up this valley to the fair and market
When young farmers from the southward ride；
Oft they linger at a sound of chanting
In the meadows by the turnpike side；
Long they listen；
Deep in fancies of a fairy bride。
Sarah N。 Cleghorn ＇1876…
TO A GREEK GIRL
With breath of thyme and bees that hum；
Across the years you seem to come； …
Across the years with nymph…like head；
And wind…blown brows unfilleted；
A girlish shape that slips the bud
In lines of unspoiled symmetry；
A girlish shape that stirs the blood
With pulse of Spring； Autonoe！
Where'er you pass； … where'er you go；
I hear the pebbly rillet flow；
Where'er you go； … where'er you pass；
There comes a gladness on the grass；
You bring blithe airs where'er you tread； …
Blithe airs that blow from down and sea；
You wake in me a Pan not dead； …
Not wholly dead！ … Autonoe！
How sweet with you on some green sod
To wreathe the rustic garden…god；
How sweet beneath the chestnut's shade
With you to weave a basket…braid；
To watch across the stricken chords
Your rosy…twinkling fingers flee；
To woo you in soft woodland words；
With woodland pipe； Autonoe！
In vain； … in vain！ The years divide：
Where Thamis rolls a murky tide；
I sit and fill my painful reams；
And see you only in my dreams； …
A vision； like Alcestis； brought
From under…lands of Memory； …
A dream of Form in days of Thought； …
A dream； … a dream； Autonoe！
Austin Dobson ＇1840…1921＇
〃CHAMBER SCENE〃
An Exquisite Picture In The Studio Of A Young Artist At Rome
She rose from her untroubled sleep；
And put away her soft brown hair；
And； in a tone as low and deep
As love's first whisper； breathed a prayer …
Her snow…white hands together pressed；
Her blue eyes sheltered in the lid；
The folded linen on her breast；
Just swelling with the charms it hid；
And from her long and flowing dress
Escaped a bare and slender foot；
Whose shape upon the earth did press
Like a new snow…flake； white and 〃mute〃；
And there； from slumber pure and warm；
Like a young spirit fresh from heaven；
She bowed her slight and graceful form；
And humbly prayed to be forgiven。
Oh God！ if souls unsoiled as these
Need daily mercy from Thy throne；
If she upon her bended knees；
Our loveliest and our purest one； …
She； with a face so clear and bright；
We deem her some stray child of light； …
If she； with those soft eyes in tears；
Day after day in her first years；
Must kneel and pray for grace from Thee；
What far； far deeper need have we！
How hardly； if she win not heaven；
Will our wild errors be forgiven！
Nathaniel Parker Willis ＇1806…1867＇
〃AH； BE NOT FALSE〃
Ah； be not false； sweet Splendor！
Be true； be good；
Be wise as thou art tender；
Be all that Beauty should。
Not lightly be thy citadel subdued；
Not ignobly； not untimely；
Take praise in solemn mood；
Take love sublimely。
Richard Watson Gilder ＇1844…1909＇
A LIFE…LESSON
There！ little girl； don't cry！
They have broken your doll； I know；
And your tea…set blue；
And your play…house； too；
Are things of the long ago；
But childish troubles will soon pass by。 …
There！ little girl； don't cry！
There！ little girl； don't cry！
They have broken your slate； I know；
And the glad； wild ways
Of your school…girl days
Are things of the long ago；
But life and love will soon come by。 …
There！ little girl； don't cry！
There！ little girl； don't cry！
They have broken your heart； I know；
And the rainbow gleams
Of your youthful dreams
Are things of the long ago；
But Heaven holds all for which you sigh。 …
There！ little girl； don't cry！
James Whitcomb Riley ＇1849…1916＇
THE MAN
THE BREAKING
The Lord God Speaks To A Youth
Bend now thy body to the common weight：
（But oh； that vine…clad head； those limbs of morn！
Those proud young shoulders； I myself made straight！
How shall ye wear the yoke that must be worn？）
Look thou； my son； what wisdom comes to thee：
（But oh； that singing mouth； those radiant eyes！
Those dancing feet … that I myself made free！
How shall I sadden them to make them wise？）
Nay； then； thou shalt！ Resist not … have a care！
（Yea； I must work my plans who sovereign sit；
Yet do not tremble so！ I cannot bear …
Though I am God … to see thee so submit！）
Margaret Steele Anderson ＇1869…1921＇
THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH
There are gains for all our losses；
There are balms for all our pain：
But when youth； the dream； departs；
It takes something from our hearts；
And it never comes again。
We are stronger； and are better；
Under manhood's sterner
