The Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Sophia M. Almon This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Poems Author: Sophia M. Almon Release Date: March 6, 2006 [EBook #17936] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** Produced by Thierry Alberto, Richard J. Shiffer, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images generously made available by the Canadian Institute for Historical Microreproductions (www.canadiana.org). POEMS BY SOPHIE M. ALMON. (For Private Circulation.) April, 1889: Printed for the Author by J. J. Anslow. Windsor, N. S. CONTENTS. Sonnets:— Crows. Futurity. There is no God. Disappointment. A Shallow. Triumph. Rondeaux:— I Will Forget. When Summer Comes. It Might Have Been. Brother and Friend. Pourquoi? For our Love's Sake. Echoes. Noon. Pictures. Eurydice. Slack Tide. An Evening in October. Parted. Tout pour L'Amour. Soothing. CROWS. THEY stream across the fading western sky A sable cloud, far o'er the lonely leas; Now parting into scattered companies, Now closing up the broken ranks, still high And higher yet they mount, while, carelessly, Trail slow behind, athwart the moving trees A lingering few, 'round whom the evening breeze Plays with sad whispered murmurs as they fly. A lonely figure, ghostly in the dim And darkening twilight, lingers in the shade Of bending willows: "Surely God has laid His curse on me," he moans, "my strength of limb And old heart-courage fail me, and I flee Bowed with fell terror at this augury." FUTURITY. WHAT of our life when this frail flesh lies low A withered clod, and the free soul has burst Through the world-fetters? Not of souls accursed With cherished lusts that mar them, those who sow Evil and reap the harvest, and who bow At Mammon's golden shrine, but those who thirst For Truth, and see not,—spirits deep immersed In doubt and trouble,—hearts that fain would know? The soul is satisfied. The spirit trained For the divine, because the beautiful, Now with the body gone, free and unstained, Doubts swept away like clouds of scattering wool Before a blast,—e'er Heaven's pure paths are trod Is perfected to understand its God. THERE IS NO GOD. THERE is no God? If one should stand at noon Where the glow rests, and the warm sunlight plays, Where the glow rests, and the warm sunlight plays, Where earth is gladdened by the cordial rays And blossoms answering, where the calm lagoon Gives back the brightness of the heart of June, And he should say: "There is no sun"—the day's Fair shew still round him,—should we lose the blaze And warmth, and weep that day has gone so soon? Nay, there would be one word, one only thought, "The man is blind!" and throbs of pitying scorn Would rouse the heart, and stir the wondering mind. We feel, and see, and therefore know,—the morn With blush of youth ne'er left us till it brought Promise of full-grown day. "The man is blind!" DISAPPOINTMENT. THE light has left the hill-side. Yesterday These skies shewed blue against the dusky trees, The leaves' soft murmur in the evening breeze Was music, and the waves danced in the bay. Then was my heart, as ever, far away With you,—and I could see you as one sees A mirrored face,—and happiness and ease And hope were mine, in spite of long delay. After these months of waiting, this is all! Hope, dead, lies coffined, shrouded in despair, With all the blessings of the outer air Forgot, 'neath the black covering of a pall. Only the darkening of the woodland ways, A heart's low moaning over wasted days. A SHADOW. THE world to-day is radiant, as I ne'er Could picture it in wildest dreaming, when For long, long hours I lay in flowery glen Or wooded copse, and tried in vain to tear The glamour from my eyes, and face the glare And tumult of the busy world of men. I staked my all, and won! and ne'er again Can my blest spirit know a heart's despair. And yet—and yet—why should it be that now, When all my heart has longed for is at last Within my grasp, and I should be at rest, A ghostly Something rising in the glow Of Love's own fire, an uninvited guest, Taunts me with just one memory of the past! TRIUMPH. THE sky, grown dull through many waiting days, Flashed into crimson with the sunrise charm, So all my love, aroused to vague alarm, Flushed into fire and burned with eager blaze. I saw thee not as suppliant, with still gaze Of pleading, but as victor,—and thine arm Gathered me fast into embraces warm, And I was taught the light of Love's dear ways. This day of triumph is no longer thine, Oh conqueror, in calm exclusive power.— As evermore, through storm, and shade, and shine, Your woe my pain, your joy my ecstasy, We breathe together,—so this blessed hour Of self-surrender makes my jubilee! RONDEAU.—I WILL FORGET. I WILL forget those days of mingled bliss And dear delicious pain,—will cast from me All dreams of what I know can never be, Even the remembrance of that parting kiss. I knew that some day it would come to this In spite of all our sworn fidelity, That I must banish even memory, And, sorrowing, learn to say, nor say amiss I will forget. I register this vow, and am content That it be so. Ah me!—yet, if the door Shut on our heaven might be asunder rent Even now, and I could see the way we went, I might retract my vow, and say no more I will forget. RONDEAU.—WHEN SUMMER COMES. WHEN summer comes, and when o'er hill and lea The sun's strong wooing glow hath patiently Shed o'er the earth long days his golden dower, And then, by force of his own loving power, Drawn the hard frost, and left it passive, free To give forth all its sweets untiringly, Shall not the day rise fair for thee and me, And all life seem but as an opening flower When summer comes? The days move slowly, young hearts yearn to be Together always, cannot brook to see Their love-days pass, and void each sunny hour, Yet may we smile, e'en when fate's storm-clouds lower, Waiting fulfilment of our hearts' decree When summer comes. RONDEAU.—IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN. IT might have been so different a year To what has been; the summer's guileless play Not all a jest, comes back to me to-day In added sweetness, and provokes a tear. Strange pictures rise, pass on, and disappear. Drawn from your tender words of yesterday When, looking in my eyes in the old way You told me of your life, how passing dear It might have been. Useless to dream, more useless to regret! We might have lived and loved, nor lost the glow Of Love's first sweet intensity;—to let These foolish fancies die I strive,—and yet I still must count it happiness to know It might have been. RONDEAU.—BROTHER AND FRIEND. BROTHER and friend I found thee in the hour Of need and day of trouble, strong and true.— In June's fair mirth, and when the sunrise hue Shewed bright where joy had built his thoughtless bower, Thou wert a child to sport with, something lower Than a friend's need. I gave, methought, thy due,— An elder sister's gentleness, nor knew That ere Spring dawned my soul would feel thy power. Brother and Friend! A man, with a man's strength, and will, and fire, I know thee, my Alcides; thus a god For some fair soul to reverence, and desire To own and worship. I can place thee higher To-day, in naming thee,—pain's paths just trod— Brother and Friend. RONDEAU.—POURQUOI? "POURQUOI," she breathed, then drooped her head, (Pure snow-drifts to the sunset wed) As all my weakness I confessed. I shewed how I had done my best, Though long ago I should have fled, Knowing all hope, for me, was dead; And now my heart would die, unfed. She murmured low, (was it in jest?) "Pourquoi?" That winsome face, all rosy red,— I turned towards me,—gone was dread! She came as birdlings to their nest At eventide; so was I blest By that one precious, softly-said "Pourquoi?" RONDEAU.—FOR OUR LOVE'S SAKE. FOR our Love's sake I bid thee stay, Sweet, ere the hours flee away, Beneath the old acacia tree That waves its blossoms quiveringly, And think awhile of early May: Of how the months have fled away, And sunrise hour turned twilight gray, While we have suffered smilingly For our Love's sake. It may not be—that which we pray For tearfully—but dare not say. And yet if, Sweet, it may not be, We still may suffer silently, Watching our sunlight fade away, For our Love's sake. ECHOES. A BREATH And a sigh, — How we fly From Death! A breath And a sigh, — How we fly From Death! A palm Warm pressed, As we guessed Love's psalm. Sing on O our bird! Thou art heard Alone. A word Breathed close, And then rose The bird We know No life, Neither strife, Nor woe, That cowers In the wood 'Mid a flood Of flowers, Nor aught But this hour, — Love's dower Dear bought.— Till Love's Heart sighs, Like the cries Of doves,— Death's voice Is away, And we may Rejoice. Then sings His song, Beating strong White wings,— The bird Of our song May be long Unheard, Heart clear Though faint, Like a saint In prayer.— But, Dear, Bend low; It is now We hear. He reigns In power, And Love's hour Disdains. Dear Heart Your kiss! — After this We part. Forget For a day All his sway, Life's fret. A breath And a sigh, — How we fly From Death! NOON. NO ripple stirs the water, No song-bird wakes the grove, Calm noon-tide sways his sceptre, And hushes even love. On earth the sun-god bending Poureth his wondrous store; The soft-tongued tide, advancing, Laps the unconscious shore. The long, low isle of marsh-land Stretches in weary waste, By sloping sand-banks guarded, By winding weeds embraced. Comes clearly from the open The plash of distant oars,— Over the rocky headland The snow-white sea-gull soars. I see as if through dream-clouds, I hear from far away. The scorched air breathes its opiate, The drowsy fancies stay; I have no hopes or longings, I scarce can feel your kiss,— For thought, and joy and worship, Another hour than this! PICTURES. THE full-orbed Paschal moon; dark shadows flung On the brown Lenten earth; tall spectral trees Stand in their huge and naked strength erect, And stretch wild arms towards the gleaming sky. A motionless girl-figure, face upraised In the strong moonlight, cold and passionless. A proud spring sunset; opal-tinted sky, Save where the western purple, pale and faint With longing for her fickle Love,—content Had merged herself into his burning red. A fair young maiden, clad in velvet robe Of sombre green, stands in the golden glow, One hand held up to shade her dazzled eyes, A bunch of white Narcissus at her throat. November's day, dark, leaden, lowering,— Grey purple shadows fading on the hills; Dreary and desolate the far expanse And gloomy sameness of the open plain. A peasant woman, in white wimpled hood, White vest, and scarlet petticoat, surveys The meadow, with rough hands crossed on her breast. A shining, shimmering, gracious, golden day; The sated summer's all-pervading hush; Warm luscious tints, glowing in earth and sky. On a low mossy bank, a little child, His golden curls twined in the reedy grass, Clutching within his tear-stained feverish hands The yellow blossoms of the Celandine, Sobs out his heart in passionate childish grief. EURYDICE. OH come, Eurydice! The Stygian deeps are past Well-nigh; the light dawns fast. Oh come, Eurydice! The gods have heard my song! My love's despairing cry Filled hell with melody,— And the gods heard my song. I knew no life but thee; Persephone was moved; She, too, hath lived, hath loved; She saw I lived for thee. I may not look on thee, Such was the gods' decree;— Till sun and earth we see No kiss, no smile for thee! The way is rough, is hard; I cannot hear thy feet Swift following; speak, my Sweet,— Is the way rough and hard? "Oh come, Eurydice!" I turn: "our woe is o'er, I will not lose thee more!" I cry: "Eurydice!" O father Hermes, help! I see her fade away Back from the dawning ray; Dear Father Hermes, help! One swift look,—all is lost! Wild heaven-arousing cries Pierce to the dull dead skies; My heaven, my all is lost! The unrelenting gods Refuse me. "No," say they, "Thy chance is thrown away." Fierce unrelenting gods! The sky is blue no more, The spring-tide airs are bleak, I find not her I seek, The earth is fair no more! I loathe all earth, all life! These Thracian women gaze And whispering, go their ways, Seeing I loathe my life. Only my song remains. I may not cease to sing, Though hot tears start and sting, The song that still remains, Even—"Come Eurydice!" The sea rolls on in pain, Echoing the note again: "Lost, lost Eurydice!" And still the sea moves on, The woods give back the thrill "Eurydice!" and still The quiet sea moves on. The years, Eurydice, The long unquiet years Heed not or sighs or tears, Oh Heart, Eurydice! SLACK TIDE. MY boat is still in the reedy cove Where the rushes hinder its onward course, For I care not now if we rest or move O'er the slumberous tide to the river's source. My boat is fast in the tall dank weeds And I lay my oars in silence by, And lean, and draw the slippery reeds Through my listless fingers carelessly. The babbling froth of the surface foam Clings close to the side of my moveless boat, Like endless meshes of honeycomb,— And I break it off, and send it afloat. A faint wind stirs, and I drift along Far down the stream to its utmost bound, And the thick white foam-flakes gathering strong Still cling, and follow, and fold around. Oh! the weary green of the weedy waste, The thickening scum of the frothy foam, And the torpid heart by the reeds embraced And shrouded and held in its cheerless home. The fearful stillness of wearied calm, The tired quiet of ended strife, The echoed note of a heart's sad psalm, The sighing end of a wasted life.— The reeds cling close, and my cradle sways, And the white gull dips in the waters' barm, And the heart asleep in the twilight haze Feels not its earth-bonds, knows not alarm. AN EVENING IN OCTOBER EVENING has thrown her hushing garment round This little world; no harsh or jarring sound Disturbs my reverie. The room is dark, And kneeling at the window I can mark Each light and shadow of the scene below. The placid glistening pools, the streams that flow Through the red earth, left by the hurrying tide; The ridge of mountain on the farther side Shewing more black for many twinkling lights That come and go about the gathering heights. Below me lie great wharves, dreary and dim, And lumber houses crowding close and grim Like giant shadowed guardians of the port, With towering chimneys outlined tall and swart Against the silver pools. Two figures pace The wharf in ghostly silence, face from face. O'er the black line of mountain, silver-clear In faint rose-tint of vaporous evening air, Sinketh the bright suspicion of a wing, The slim curved moon, who in shy triumphing Hideth her face. Above, the rose-tint pales Into a silver opal, hills and dales Of cloudy glory, fading high alone Into a tender blue-grey monotone.— And then I thought: "ere that fair, slender moon Has rounded grown and full, (so soon, so soon!) Our hearts' desire accomplished we shall see Dear one, all light, and joy, and ecstasy!" PARTED. MY spirit holds you, Dear, Though worlds away,"— This to their absent ones Many can say. "Thoughts, fancies, hopes, desires, All must be yours; Sweetest my memories still Of our past hours." I can say more than this Now, lover mine,— Here can I feel your kiss Warmer than wine, Feel your arms folding me, Know that quick breath That aye my soul would stir Even in death. 'Tis not a memory, Love, Thoughts of the past, Fleeting remembrances Which may not last,— But, as I shut my eyes Know I the sign That you are here, yourself, Bodily, mine.— So, Love, I cannot say "My spirit flies Over the widening space, Under dull skies, To where your spirit is,"— Though I may know Seas part us, earth divides, It is not so Here to me, now, for you Lean on my heart. Who says that you and I Ever can part?— TOUT POUR L'AMOUR. THE world may rage without, Quiet is here; Statesmen may toil and shout, Cynics may sneer; The great world,—let it go,— June warmth be March's snow, I care not,—be it so Since I am here. Time was when war's alarm Called for a fear, When sorrow's seeming harm Hastened a tear. Naught care I now what foe Threatens, for scarce I know How the year's seasons go Since I am here. This is my resting-place Holy and dear, Where pain's dejected face May not appear; This is the world to me, Earth's woes I will not see, But rest contentedly Since I am here. Is't your voice chiding, Love, My mild career, My meek abiding, Love, Daily so near?— "Danger and loss," to me? Ah, Sweet, I fear to see No loss but loss of thee, And I am here. SOOTHING. I AIMLESS wandered thro' the woods, and flung My idle limbs upon a soft brown bank, Where, thickly strewn, the worn-out russet leaves Rustled a faint remonstrance at my tread. The yellow fungi, shewing pallid stems, The mossy lichen creeping o'er the stones And making green the whitened hemlock-bark, The dull wax of the woodland lily-bud, On these my eye could rest, and I was still. No sound was there save a low murmured cheep From an ambitious nestling, and the slow And oft-recurring plash of myriad waves That spent their strength against the unheeding shore. Over and through a spreading undergrowth I saw the gleaming of the tranquil sea. The woody scent of mosses and sweet ferns, Mingled with the fresh brine, and came to me, Bringing a laudanum to my ceaseless pain; A quietness stole in upon me then, And o'er my soul there passed a wave of peace. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Sophia M. Almon *** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** ***** This file should be named 17936-h.htm or 17936-h.zip ***** This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: http://www.gutenberg.org/1/7/9/3/17936/ Produced by Thierry Alberto, Richard J. Shiffer, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. (This file was produced from images generously made available by the Canadian Institute for Historical Microreproductions (www.canadiana.org). Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will be renamed. 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