There was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls. The wonderful music with shouting and laughter. The Mayor was dumb, and the Council stood 200 205 210 215 Right in the way of their sons and daughters! And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, Great was the joy in every breast. 'He never can cross that mighty top! He's forced to let the piping drop, And we shall see our children stop! 22C 225 When lo! as they reached the mountain's side, A wondrous portal opened wide, As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed; And the Piper advanced and the children followed, Ꮓ And when all were in to the very last, 230 The door in the mountain-side shut fast. Did I say all? No! one was lame, And could not dance the whole of the way; And in after years, if you would blame His sadness, he was used to say, 235 'It's dull in our town since my playmates left; I can't forget that I'm bereft Of all the pleasant sights they see, Which the Piper also promised me; For he led us, he said, to a joyous land, 240 Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew, And found myself outside the Hill, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!' 255 Alas, alas for Hamelin ! There came into many a burgher's pate A text which says, that Heaven's Gate As the needle's eye takes a camel in! 260 The Mayor sent East, West, North, and South, To offer the Piper by word of mouth, Wherever it was men's lot to find him, Silver and gold to his heart's content, If he'd only return the way he went, 'And so long after what happened here 265 270 275 Was sure for the future to lose his labour. 280 To shock with mirth a street so solemn; But opposite the place of the cavern 285 Out of some subterraneous prison, 295 Long time ago in a mighty band Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land, So, Willy, let you and me be wipers Of scores out with all men-especially pipers: 300 And, whether they pipe us free from rats or from mice, CCLX AUTUMN WOODS. Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The mountains, that infold In their wide sweep the coloured landscape round, I roam the woods that crown The upland, where the mingled splendours glow, On the green fields below. My steps are not alone In these bright walks; the sweet south-west at play, Along the winding way. And far in heaven, the while, The sun, that sends that gale to wander here, The sweetest of the year. Where now the solemn shade, Verdure and gloom where many branches meet- 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Let in through all the trees 25 Come the strange rays: the forest depths are bright; Their sunny-coloured foliage in the breeze Twinkles, like beams of light. The rivulet, late unseen, Where bickering through the shrubs its waters run, 30 Shines with the image of its golden screen, And glimmerings of the sun. But 'neath yon crimson tree, Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Her blush of maiden shame. Oh, Autumn! why so soon Depart the hues that make thy forests glad; Thy gentle wind and thy fair sunny noon, Ah! 'twere a lot too blest, For ever in thy coloured shades to stray; To rove and dream for aye; 35 35 40 And leave the vain low strife That makes men mad-the tug for wealth and power, The passions and the cares that wither life, And waste its little hour. 45 William Cullen Bryant. CCLXI LAPSE. A heavenly Night!-- methinks to me Across the glassy midland sea. |