And the souls of whom thou lovest Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing! 272 P. B. SHELLEY. WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I heard a thousand blended notes To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. 5 Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, And 'tis my faith that every flower The birds around me hopp'd and play'd, 10 But the least motion which they made 15 The budding twigs spread out their fan And I must think, do all I can, If this belief from heaven be sent, W. WORDSWORTH. 20 273 RUTH: OR THE INFLUENCES OF NATURE When Ruth was left half desolate And Ruth, not seven years old, And she had made a pipe of straw, Beneath her father's roof, alone She seem'd to live; her thoughts her own ; Pleased with herself, nor sad nor gay. And, passing thus the live-long day, There came a youth from Georgia's shore— A military casque he wore With splendid feathers drest ; He brought them from the Cherokees; And made a gallant crest. From Indian blood you deem him sprung But no! he spake the English tongue And bore a soldier's name ; And, when America was free With hues of genius on his cheek, In finest tones the youth could speak: 5 10 15 20 26 30 -While he was yet a boy The moon, the glory of the sun, And streams that murmur as they run, He was a lovely youth! I guess The panther in the wilderness Was not so fair as he And when he chose to sport and play, No dolphin ever was so gay Upon the tropic sea. Among the Indians he had fought ; Such tales as, told to any maid By such a youth, in the green shade, He told of girls, a happy rout! Who quit their fold with dance and shout, To gather strawberries all day long; When daylight is gone down. 35 40 45 51 High as a cloud, high over head! The cypress and her spire; -Of flowers that with one scarlet gleam To set the hills on fire. The youth of green savannahs spake, 65 With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds. How pleasant,' then he said, ‘it were A fisher or a hunter there, In sunshine or in shade To wander with an easy mind, What days and what bright years! And all the while,' said he, ' to know And then he sometimes interwove 70 75 Ah me! 80 'Sweet Ruth! and could you go with me My helpmate in the woods to be, Our shed at night to rear; Or run, my own adopted bride, 'Beloved Ruth!'-No more he said. She thought again-and did agree 'And now, as fitting is and right, We in the church our faith will plight, 85 90 95 100 A husband and a wife.' Even so they did; and I may say Through dream and vision did she sink, That, on those lonesome floods And green savannahs, she should share But, as you have before been told, 105 110 115 So beautiful, through savage lands Had roam'd about, with vagrant bands 120 The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky Might well be dangerous food For him, a youth to whom was given So much of earth-so much of heaven, 125 Whatever in those climes he found Irregular in sight or sound A kindred impulse, seem'd allied 130 To his own powers, and justified Nor less, to feed voluptuous thought, The beauteous forms of Nature wrought,- 135 The breezes their own languor lent; The stars had feelings, which they sent Yet, in his worst pursuits, I ween 140 |