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Fugitive Poetry - Nathaniel Parker Willis
Nathaniel Parker Willis
Fugitive Poetry
Published by Good Press, 2022
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Table of Contents
SCENE IN GETHSEMANE.
CONTEMPLATION.
SKETCH OF A SCHOOLFELLOW.
IDLENESS.
ON THE DEATH OF EDWARD PAYSON, D.D.
THE TRI-PORTRAIT.
JANUARY 1, 1828.
JANUARY 1, 1829.
PSYCHE,
ON SEEING A BEAUTIFUL BOY AT PLAY.
A CHILD'S FIRST IMPRESSION OF A STAR.
THE BAPTISM.
THE TABLE OF EMERALD.
THE ANNOYER.
STARLIGHT.
LASSITUDE.
ROARING BROOK:
— Cheshire, Con.
THE DECLARATION.
ISABEL.
MERE ACCIDENT.
THE EARL'S MINSTREL.
THE SERENADE.
SONG.
HERO.
APRIL.
TO A BRIDE.
TWENTY-TWO.
ON A PICTURE OF CHILDREN PLAYING.
TO A SLEEPING BOY.
SONNET. WINTER.
SONNET.
SONNET.
SONNET.
SONNET.
SONNET.
ANDRE'S REQUEST.
DISCRIMINATION.
THE SOLITARY.
ON THE DEATH OF MISS FANNY V. APTHORP.
A PORTRAIT.
MAY.
ON SEEING THROUGH A DISTANT WINDOW A BELLE COMPLETING HER TOILET FOR A BALL.
TO A BELLE.
A PORTRAIT.
THE SHUNAMITE.[A]
It was a sultry day of summer time.
The sun pour'd down upon the ripen'd grain
With quivering heat, and the suspended leaves
Hung motionless. The cattle on the hills
Stood still, and the divided flock were all
Laying their nostrils to the cooling roots,
And the sky look'd like silver, and it seem'd
As if the air had fainted, and the pulse
Of nature had run down, and ceas'd to beat.
'Haste thee, my child!' the Syrian mother said,
'Thy father is athirst'—and from the depths
Of the cool well under the leaning tree,
She drew refreshing water, and with thoughts
Of God's sweet goodness stirring at her heart,
She bless'd her beautiful boy, and to his way
Committed him. And he went lightly on,
With his soft hands press'd closely to the cool
Stone vessel, and his little naked feet
Lifted with watchful care, and o'er the hills,
And thro' the light green hollows, where the lambs
Go for the tender grass, he kept his way,
Wiling its distance with his simple thoughts,
Till, in the wilderness of sheaves, with brows
Throbbing with heat, he set his burden down.
Childhood is restless ever, and the boy
Stay'd not within the shadow of the tree,
But with a joyous industry went forth
Into the reapers' places, and bound up
His tiny sheaves, and plaited cunningly
The pliant withs out of the shining straw,
Cheering their labor on, till they forgot
The very weariness of their stooping toil
In the beguiling of his earnest mirth.
Presently he was silent, and his eye
Closed as with dizzy pain, and with his hand
Press'd hard upon his forehead, and his breast
Heaving with the suppression of a cry,
He uttered a faint murmur, and fell back
Upon the loosen'd sheaf, insensible.
They bore him to his mother, and he lay
Upon her knees till noon—and then he died!
She had watch'd every breath, and kept her hand
Soft on his forehead, and gaz'd in upon
The dreamy languor of his listless eye,
And she had laid back all his sunny curls,
And kiss'd his delicate lip, and lifted him
Into her bosom, till her heart grew strong—
His beauty was so unlike death! She leaned
Over him now, that she might catch the low
Sweet music of his breath, that she had learn'd
To love when he was slumbering at her side
In his unconscious infancy—
—"So still!
'Tis a soft sleep! How beautiful he lies,
With his fair forehead, and the rosy veins
Playing so freshly in his sunny cheek!
How could they say that he would die! Oh God!
I could not lose him! I have treasured all
His childhood in my heart, and even now,
As he has slept, my memory has been there,
Counting like ingots all his winning ways—
His unforgotten sweetness—
—"Yet so still!—
How like this breathless slumber is to death!
I could believe that in that bosom now
There were no pulse—it beats so languidly!
I cannot see it stir; but his red lip!—