Louise on the Doorstep
Half-past three in the morning!
And no one in the street
But me, on the sheltering doorstep
Resting my weary feet,
Watching the rain-drops patter
And dance where the puddles run,
As bright in the flaring gas-light
As dew-drops in the sun.
There's a light upon the pavement,
It shines like a magic glass,
And there are faces in it
That look at me and pass.
Faces ah! well remembered
In the happy Long Ago,
When my garb was white as lilies,
And my thoughts as pure as snow.
Faces! ah, yes! I see them
One, two, and three and four
That come in the gust of tempests,
And go on the winds that bore.
Changeful and evanescent,
They shine mid storm and rain,
Till the terror of their beauty
Lies deep upon my brain.
One of them frowns; I know him,
With his thin, long, snow-white hair,
Cursing his wretched daughter
That drove him to despair.
And the other, with wakening pity
In her large, tear-streaming eyes,
Seems as she yearned towards me,
And whispered "Paradise."
They pass, they melt in the ripples,
And I shut mine eyes, that burn,
To escape another vision
That follows where'er I turn
The face of a false deceiver
That lives and lies; ah, me!
Though I see it in the pavement,
Mocking my misery!
They are gone, all three! quite vanished!
Let nothing call them back!
For I've had enough of phantoms,
And my heart is on the rack.
God help me in my sorrow!
But there, in the wet, cold stone,
Smiling in heavenly beauty,
I see my lost, mine own!
There, on the glimmering pavement,
With eyes as blue as morn,
Floats by the fair-haired darling
Too soon from my bosom torn.
She clasps her tiny fingers,
She calls me sweet and mild,
And says that my God forgives me
For the sake of my little child.
I will go to her grave to-morrow,
And pray that I may die;
And I hope that my God will take me
Ere the days of my youth go by.
For I am old in anguish,
And long to be at rest,
With my little babe beside me,
And the daisies on my breast.
Our Skater Belle
Along the frozen lake she comes
In linking crescents, light and fleet;
The ice-imprisoned Undine hums
A welcome to her little feet.
I see the jaunty hat, the plume
Swerve bird-like in the joyous gale,
The cheeks lit up to burning bloom,
The young eyes sparkling through the veil.
The quick breath parts her laughing lips,
The white neck shines through tossing curls;
Her vesture gently sways and dips,
As on she speeds in shell-like whorls.
Men stop and smile to see her go;
They gaze, they smile in pleased surprise;
They ask her name; they long to show
Some silent friendship in their eyes.
She glances not; she passes on;
Her steely footfall quicker rings;
She guesses not the benison
Which follows her on noiseless wings.
Smooth be her ways, secure her tread,
Along the devious lines of life,
From grace to grace successive led,
A noble maiden, nobler wife!
Augusta
"Handsome and haughty!" a comment that came
From lips which were never accustomed to malice:
A girl with a presence superb as her name,
And charmingly fitted for love in a palace!
And oft I have wished for in musing alone
One's fancy is apt to be very erratic
That the lady might wear No! I never will own
A thought so decidedly undemocratic!
But if 'twere a coronet this, I'll aver,
No duchess on earth could more gracefully wear it;
And even a democrat thinking of her
Might surely be pardoned for wishing to share it!
Lord Ullin's Daughter
A chieftain to the Highlands bound,
Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry!
And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the ferry."
"Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water?"
"Oh, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,