Ailes d'Alouette, second series

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be: d Alouette (SECOND SERIES) ¢ F. W. BOURDILLON i acapraeet ol LU ewsethlabiapaldaranteeli tles d’_Alguette (SECOND SERIES) by F, W. BOURDILLON a PRINTED AT THE PRIVATE PRESS OF PEL LAYeI SENIPARS wipers mth i DANIEL FELLOW OF WORCESTER COLLEGE OXFORD Igo2 ie Sis ltl latent cal Finis cAiles d’cAlouette aa WHEN LIKE A LARK THE OF VERSE OH MAY SOME SHE MAKES THESE VERSES HEART SOVL V RINGS HER AIRY WINGS ’ PAIR AND PAIR IN HEAVENWARD FLIGHT VPBEAR iad aii saeBly ape yhwD Vike THE SECRET OF POES\ IDE must the poet wander To garnifh his goldencells, For in Yesterday andin Yondei The fecret of poefy dwells. It is where the rainbow resteth, Andthe gates of the funfet be, And the far in the fill pool neSteth, iediisolagh et, And the moorv-road lies on the fea aibadln cast Death ee deanna neni nc ANIMVLA VAGVLA SOVND ANDSILENCE WY } HITHER, O wandering feet ? Why quit ye Paradife? Why feek a fweeter weet, Phin fon kh ee oot ; When Eden round you lies 2 The foul is a bird of air, That ever of flight us fain ; Ay a Brriecae " And her wings are—Wou ld I were there !e fe. i And—Would I were back again ! cA tt night I heard the waterfall ; The torrent Jhook my chamber-wall ; I heard no other found at all. Now, far jrom thence, where night is deep And noifele{s, in mine ears I keep That thunder for a charmof fleep. thy hi i hin Oe: Aelia, AN ENGLISH EDEN I OSES drop their petals all around uchanted ground, he air is murmurous with found From the white-tumbling weir, THE WAVE Z So that all founds or voices heard anear > aca tae Do half unreal appear. Is fain his thought to keep = : Thus floating ever ?twi. xt the night’s black deep And the blank glare of day ; So in that Eden paufes life midw ay Twixt dawn; g and n00nA AY. Pest inesaidta a7 wal a Break into white! Thunder and boom In the caverns of night As one, half-wakened from a dreamle/ s fleep 10 OLE into gloom ! j Strong is thy wrath, Strouger thy fate, And a wind-blown froth Is the end of hate. ! onaAasiaelaiKCReSite THE MATTERHORN ENCHANTMENT A Y EE how unmoved the rock-browed Matterhorn Taketh the rofy kifings of the Morn! Beneath him are the glaciers ; for he throws Impatient from his head Heaven's fofte# /nows And grinds themat his feet to fleely ice, Shuts for a while the world away, The foul unfolds a dainty wing, fF clay aly of sfane@ houfe Lb py prifon bp 7, clay, her Forfakes Spurning the chilly crowns of Paradife. And poifed above the fields of ftrife, a a Like fome great human ppirit in whofe breast : PROTIIBTieLote ccc ite cinenen: 4i W HENMufic, like a wizard’s ring, Nor heavenly love nor earthly eer mayrest. To endure is all. Love, hatred, friend or foe, Honour or fcorn, are winds that come and go. Yet one who counts Love life, dare choofe and love thee, Say why who can, above the heights above thee. Werk ani ; ’s rhyme With wing-beats foft as poets reyme, a e7 y ” ite of life, frets Watches the yeafty And wild difordered waves of Time r mk SIERO EDD a a BE TO A MVSIGIAN TO A PAINTER 7 HY, my rare-[weet mufic-bird, Seek another fong? Chaining it to rhyme and word Should thy rapture ‘WrOng. Lp HOEVER opens me The fecret of the earth, the sky, thefea, In the foft trance offong, = 3° Orpainters mirror-magic yet more firong; - i Ante A POET From thine own fweet Mufe? She I ferve demands the whole, tf 4 4 ; si Wouldthou fteal but halfthy foul And the voice fays-—Choo/e! That voice, that hand I blefs. For *tis my heart’s faith, to bring loveline/s Is more than to bring eafe, To make a foul more than to mend difeafe. 4 | aehy ok Fadatea Siggi “i aSciih pl5SANE STTOI RCS: La I 0) BONA DEA N O daughters of thine, Dear Mother, were they, The Mufes nine Ofan ancient day. They {mote on lyre, MY WORSHIP J OR you the temple made with hands, And prayer an utterable word, And fervice as old ufe commands, And God a Prefence feen and heard. They wrote with pen, They fpake no higher Than the fpeech of men. Not thefe I ferve By wood and ftream, Where the waters curve And the fummits gleam. No voice I hear, Nor vifion fee, But a foul draws near To the foul in me. Whereer man is not 1s my Shrine, And Nature’s face my book of hours ; Some larger Spirit embraces mine, And prayer mounts as the breath offlowers. Ta) is eee "TILLye can tell me why Ton cloud-web in the sky THE NATVRE-LOVER fe HE ftars, the feas, the mountains, are they only Mirrors of Man? and is the landfcape lonely Mocks the lace-weaver’s dainty-fingered pain ; And lovelefs in your eyes unle[i ye mark Why no inlayer’s art The [moke-wreath rifing, or the white-failed barque ? So whifpers to the heart As neath the maple the leaf-chequered lane; Ah, happier fouls, that love the folitude I cry againft your creed Thefe find no footfeps where no feet have trod, That Man is Lord indeed, And hear woods whifpering the thoughts of God. Where Man comes rarely and no voice is rude ! Fudge of his own due and his Maker’ s duty ; | es Nor own that ye have wrought ml The Godhead of your thought More true to Deity than Art to Beauty. The day was dark with rain; The low-browed windows of the weft Opened ere day did wane. The fun with golden fingerings Touchedthe flant-falling drops, : . And lo, ten thoufand filver firings Made mufic through the copfe. LV’ HERE the laft year’s feed lay fleeping Cold and calm, See, two tiny leaves are peeping, Palm to palm. PEAT jeans A LEADEN/fleep the world oppreffed, A SPRING PARABLE eer chest dain sty geechgt tie THE PASSING OF WINTER So let hands in prayer long-prefing Then outfpread, Duly to receive the blefing Duly Shed. t — Wha a ; INSCIA REGINA \ DEAD LEAF AND A DAFFODIL SAW the golden ed By a leaf-girdle : oak-leaf, A withered Hadlifted from daffodil afjeai bound, her foft will the ground. - gu Alas, poor leaf! a poet's‘ tongue J : mifery: Shall voice thy , “ Had Love come fowhen Iwas young, 1 po? And meet, [weet fower, for thee [” VER bloffom, and never fruit ! d¥eo ] the eff ‘t I of _—nd : root, ain . b a ort Vain y The joy of funlig a forrow aes pain: fharp knife’s the The winter’s patience, 5 bold beceri mae a garden fo, pride of the ; J lot ~ did not know Sighed the Rofe, and a eta oie . Ozly to be the Rofe is more Sighed the = Ne r Than all the apples that Eden bore. Thma ics EVENING SADNESS CHANCE A CHA? WOVND IKE Jove too late returning comes the rain Vpon the hopefick land ; How can the yellowing leaves growgreen again, Or perilked buds expand?” HE laft breath of the dying day Haskiffed the dying rofe ; And in the air a foft defpair Grows, as the ftarlight grows ; cC / Forall| the beauty that daily dies, ; dly I Idly And cometh again no more ; For every day is a once-played play, “fe Lf fhe Sfaid :— very foftly And 4nd very foftly to herfelf And vainly we cry Encore ! fP fpoke 5; ” I read but in her eyes I know not what of yearning ; en “* Tike love too late returning. at > 44 f 44 S HEN woods are Zola cold aand hedges gay ¢ WU ith yewellea Autumn s brief array 7°, ee ae 4 > e J a / 2 cL HE birds of the Summer are flown Beyondthefea; The leaves of the Summerare blown From hedge andtree. But the winds ofthe Summerproclaim, With recreant breath, O traitors, have ye no fhame 2) The triumph of Death. VIBRATIONS OFFERINGS WV HERE breaking waves have kiffed the fand, Are fading wreaths of foam, The fea’s laf offering to the land Ere the voice called him home. They die uucared-for at her feet, Bitter and poor and grey ; 4 thoufand rofes red and {weet Wreathe her head far away HAT wonder if, when Love awakes Suddenly, the tenfe heart breaks ? As at the organ’s thundering Snaps the lute’s refponfive String. 7 Ab, fadder heart, where Love has grown Stealthily, his name unknown ! As quietly fome foundle/s air Awakes the wind-harp to deppair. a N A DAY OF \ CHARM OF SLEEP LOVE ‘D EARis the funny between-while Of April skies, Though black with Storm in the meanwhile Theclouds arife. Tho’ the clouds that fhall burft on the morrow Be gathering above, So dear in a year offorrow Is a day of love. i NGLAND bolds her ; ey, . She is not over fea. The fame night folds her Whofe darkne/s falls on me. The fame fiars /hining With filent dewy eyes From day's declining Do watch her till dayrife. A YEAR AGO NON IMMORTALIS AMOR ES, I was walking yonder Ouly a year ago, But the blue of heaven was fonder, More white the [now. 4 year? nay, the fun burns colder; ‘Tis a million years are fled, And the old Earth is eons older, And Love is dead. T O-DAY within m) heart A green grave opened, and dead Love arofe ; We wandered as ofold in woods apart, As fair as thofe. But of that joy I drew No draught not bittered with this mifery, That having found him mortal once, I knew That Love can die. Umi THE WANDERER "IY HERE Sood a 5girl with a golden key . At the gate of Paradife ; A rofe foe gathered and gaveit me; Alas! I was not wife. be fhine : ; She walketh where the lilies I go where the wind goes; Hers is the key of Eden, mine The world and a withered rofe VARIVM ET MVTABILE LT ail: IPS, that taught me to revere Love, would have me now profane it ; « Eyes, that /hewed me Heavenclear, Bid me doubt now or difdainit. okey Ln know pat not ay Girl, you what you do!! You can change not Love nor Heaven. For her fake who once was you, She who is you be forgiven ! AN ETERNAL MOMENT J ERE there is rain &dead leaves whirling? if g I hear not, fee not. In mine eyes Is funlight, in mine ears the [wirling Of [now-fed waters. Which are lies ? Ah, living dream! The cloudlike [plendour Of Monte Rofa far above; And at our feet the Alp-flowers tender, A thoufand blue eyes looking love. A DREAM-HAVEN WV HERE is my foul to-night? Around me Were friendle/s ftreets and lovele/s eyes; The naming of thy name unbound me, I fled to fapphire lakes and skies. Where is my foul? far yonder, finging With nightingales ’neath Starlit trees ? Or here, bereft and fongle/s, wringing MINI Foy drop by drop from memory s lees ? eee MOSSE ANIMA CAPTIVA WAS halfway to Heaven, the ftars Were large and low above me, Forgotten all earth's bonds and bars, No heart to hate or love me. Love me! —alas, the word! At this The waning world re-brightened ; Ev'n at the very gates of blifs The tether of earth was tightened. A NOCTVRNE cA SVDDEN wind has rent the veil That hid the heaven from me; The white moon fpreads her filver fail, And fwims the jewelled fea. She brings me dreams of thee in freight; Oh, would fhe take of me My fancies down the milky firait, What dreams fhe’l bring to thee! “Ty PRIMITIZ AMORIS . ie “ON Jhining top, that taketh . The fun’s jr kifs, No fad lamenting maketh To be not his, But with the whole world /hare The noon’s exceeding glare. O love! the fir# fweet kiffes Live on the lips, Through many-partnered bliffes, Through love’s eclipfe, STELLA STELLARVM STAR of a Lthe € Fars! Stars Of all the faces! O face fac In thine eyes Now feems it better to find grace Than to be great or wife. A thoufand other Sars might fhine, A thoufand faces fair might be, And hold me to the earth; but thine Has opened Heaven to me. s S Through all life takes away, Thrower hb all that death can pay. a errrret cree tit ON) Moss THE FIRST NIGHTINGALE A WASTED WORD WAS a fiddler playing Alone to a crowded hall ; And what my fingers were faying No one kuew of them all. I love you! I love you! I love you |— I played it foft and loud ; And you were there and heard tts And knew no more than the crowd. ONG of the finging-bird Over the fea, Heard, and yet hardly heard, While bufh and tree Sleep yet, and keep yet their new robes for thee. See, but the [now-thornu Hath put on her fnows, The thorz-guarded floe-thorn. Oh, fafely in thofe Nes thee, and rest thee, and wait for the rofe! Ty MOSE ie ihe pai licens csmS THE RETVRNING / N the fea is a fong, In the wind a fweet whifper, And the wavelets along The low fand-wafle run criffer ; For the wind and the fea Have a meffage g to me: ‘We are bringing, are bringing thy love back to thee!” The dying Stars faid— She hath done with our guidings ; And the dawn blufbing red On her fails brought the tidings ; And the wings far at fea Waved white fignals to me: ‘ She is coming, is coming, thy love back to thee!’ THE WASTE GARDEN N a garden I had planted (my heart, I fay, my garden) A lily-flower of Eden fo delicately fair, That when 1 first beheld it I knelt and wept for pardon To God who had created a loveline/s fo rare. A wind of defolation has wafted all my garden, (My heart, I fay, my garden) and where the lily foone Is 2 phantom black and evil. What wonder if I harden My beart, or leave it fallow and let the weeds grow on? UT Lt FEAR HVNTED eyes that haunt my dreams, Becaufe before my harmle[s tread Some timid creature of the frream To-day in terror fied! Dame Nature hath us all at {chool ; We live and move by laws austere ; But of all fanctions of her rule The moft abhorred is Fear. THE ANT IN THE HOVR-GLASS ROM under our feet are falling For ever the [ands of Time; Hardly with flow feet crawling One Step higher we climb. This day and that we oercome it— The finking vortex of[and ; And the hour we reach the fummit The end is near at hand. OT MOSE SALVAGE STILL WATERS ji/ ROYGsr from the wreck of {uns The little round earth runs A world life-freighted ’mid the lifele{s ones ; A raft upon the deep Where fome few fhip-wrecked keep A little falvage from the gulfs offleep. So is Love left amid Suns darkened and moons hid, Sole falvage of the foundered hope of youth, A life more frail than life, By firife cerliving frrife, The only glory and the only truth. HE wind at its loudest Has whifpers half heard, And the heart at its proudest Will break at a word. At a word rightly fpoken, A voice from dead years, The deep is up-broken, The man melts in tears. ) cc THE REFVSE A STRAY BENEDICTION LE AF has fallen ; all Summer It danced in delight to fee The vifion of its green beauty In the deep pool under the tree. Now the river bears it rolling, Rolling onto the fea. A life is ended ; a woman, Who once was fair to fee, Has chofen the death of the river. Is the leaf more miffed, or fhe? And the river is rolling, rolling, Rolling on to the fea. S there a wind Ofthe winds of heaven For a foul that has finned To be kiffed forgiven ? An anfwer fraying From fome child’s prayer To a foul paS praying That has finned fomewhere ? TN) Mas VOICES SOVLLESSthing is the Sea ; But fomewhere in Heaven or Earth muft be A foul titanic and torn with agony, That cries fo loud in the Sea. A finle{s thing is the Wind ; But fomewhere a fpirit is that hath finned, A paffionate outcast, unrepentant and blind, Who wails fo wild in the Wind. THE CALL HE topmoft towers of the night At noon are under our feet. If the depth be as the height, Is Heaven a cheat? How climb to a Star that falls Or ever the feet come near? Hark! from the Infinite calls :— Climb! I am here! ae WA Uked REFRESHMENT OF THE SOVL AN AWAKENING ATHER unfeen, whofe hand I feel ROSE above the gateway hung, In earth and fea and skies, When knowledge opens feal by feal And man grows proudly wife, And more and more beneath his heel cif, A rofe of Paradife ; And as I paffed, the petals flung Their [weet dews on myeyes. Fair ruined Nature lies ; Oh, lead me in fome lonely fpot Where fimple wood-flowers blow ; And as I ask for whom, for what So wonderful they grow, Whiper my foul—Man knows it not, And may not hope to know. Darkened the world andits defire, My naked fin I fee. OA, is it balm, or burning frre, This grace that falls on me? OT) M( NEARING THE END VER myhead that wav ! Once I had topped a greater. One muft be my grave ; What matters now, or later? What gain or lofs of me, Say, if I die to-morrow ¢ Lefs by one foul fkall be The vat fum of Earth’s forrow. FAILVRE ROMthe light of Love behind me Fails the fhadow of my foul On my pathway, to remind me I have paffed, not won, the goal. For behind me is the glory, And before me is the gloom, The unknown end of the ftory, Darknefs, folitude, and doom. aU UAE THE BOOK OF PSALMS JOHN RVSKIN HErivers of a rainlefs land, Which fome far rain-world fills, Go whifpering through the leagues of[and How blefféd were the hills. VENCHED is the lamp, ev’n in its flickering dear; We mifs the light, we would not have him bere ; No carping littleneffes lift their head And we who walk a godlefs earth Hethirfted, as a thirfty land for rain, Beneath a giftle/s sky Drink living waters that had birth Where Earth and Heaven were wich. Where he is,’mid the great unjealous dead. For Beauty, and for Good as men for gain ; Now may he drink of the immortal tide, Ever athir# and ever fatisfied. ( It ee OMNIA PVRA THE PEOPLE OF ROSSETTI'S PICTVRES HEY are not of this common day ; They are not of our human clay ; I know not what they are nor who ; Their world is very far away ; But whence they are my foul is too, And thither feeketh, her life through. O, the maid-moon now, as a queen afbaméd, Gathering light clouds to her like a garment, Rideth no more an unabafhed Godiva Naked in heaven. Nay, the thought wrongs her! there is none in Nature, Saving Man, fo dares to rebuke the Maker, Hiding as Jhameful the Eternal Artis Exquifite artwork. TIME TIDE that foweth, but doth never ebb ; A pen that writes, but leaves no written tale ; A loom that weaves, but none can fee the web ; A kindly lord with whom no prayers prevail; A thief who taketh what he cannot ufe ; A bell that firiketh, but we hear no chime; A friend or foe according as we choofe ; Thus may we paint—but who can pitture ?—Time. JANVARY H ERE aud there a fong bird in the hedges, Here and there a primrofe in the lane ; Tarry, eager Spring, till all the ledges Of the white-Streaked hills are green again! Tarry, eager flowers, eager thrufkes | Hardly yet forget «we our dead year, And your blithe notes, ere the new fpring blufbes, Are as founds of revel round a bier. VIUNI i) FEBRVARY ETWEEN the winter and the pring, Between the [nows and the flowers, On leaffe[s tops the thrufhes fing To the lengthening evening hours. And all the land is wet with rain, And floods refie€ blue heaven; Hope is the morning-Star again, And Lovethe far ofeven. —— MARCH LL IKE a fair novice who forfakes the world VutaSted yet, Taketh her veil of[now the half-unfurled White violet. At eve, a too-late lover, warm and red The fun appears ; fave with drooping head him How may /he greet And icy tears? VINE (61) MAY APRII N blue and filver came the morning, Earth in the lap of Heaven lay, And 1 could almost hear the angels Who broke the fhadows and brought the day. Every yearis the gate of Eden Opened, and all the earth made fair; And every year % the old tale aded, And fons of Adam bring forrow there. O H, to be a wood-bird Singing to the funfet In the month of May! Oh, to be the finger, Sweet and true and perfect, Ofa golden day! Hope nor fear before me 5 Fut the very moment All in all tome! Ob, the benediction ! Who hath ears to hearken, Who hath eyes to fee & WO} ry JVNE JVLY HE rofe is in her place to-day, The nightingale on her old fpray ; Come live a moment while you may Simple as bird and flower! To-morrow leave, and yefterday ! Count but the aual hour ! Lock up the chambers of your brain! Your pencil and your pen refrain! Your labour {hall not give again The ecfta/y of ‘fune ; Nor all your [chemes for joy or gain Revive fo vast a boon. 3 OW is the greenwood all a fantuary, Dim-lighted, faint with incenfe, whifpering With fighs ; the columned aifles are folitary, And all the chorifters have left to fing. : ey O paths of peace no worldling may difcover ! Now comes no [portsman, nor bird-neftingboy, Nature waits her lover Nor primrofe-raider. Alone, nor of her inmoft heart is coy. Wate mt my SEPTEMBER \VGVST "THE year has reached the /wooning-day Ofperfected defire, The crowning of the hopes of May, The height that hath no higher. Her myriad children round her throng, Flower and bird and bee. Ab, nightingale! why fails thy fong ? Is joy for all but thee ? cA* a fair maid gro: ji To a motherfair, Vhen years have flown, Takes back unware Some touch or tone Of her maidenair 5 So doth the year, When the fummer w00da Shows one leaffere, meee “alee Dof matron-hood, And awhile appear : 4 : Len In her April 710 mood. VIUNI eho OCTOBER NOVEMBER C REEN leaves or golden Which love you beft, New loves or olden, O fwallow, [weet gueft ¢ The warm airs that wake you And waft you hither ? The dark winds that take you We know not whither 2 TIME there is for laughter; This is the time for tears, To look before and after, And number the fiying years. When the low red fun fets early, And the fog hangs heavy and white, And at noon the meads are pearly Withthe undried tears of the night. YN Wake DECEMBER T HEjoy of the year is over, The dead leaves fill theair; Novoice in copfe or cover, Nor one flower anywhere. Call, robin, call, from the garden wall ! Sing of the fpring to be! Call, robin, call! Tho the red leaf fall The red breast Jhines on the tree. UE N\ THE MarreRHoRN ENCHANTMENT A Poet To a Musician To A PAINTER Bona Dea My Worsuip A Cray IMace THe NatvRE-LOVER ‘THe Passinc oF WINTER A Sprinc PaRABLE LP Pw An ENGLIsH EDEN ‘THE WaAvE AM SOVND AND SILENCE cout ANIMVLA VAGVLA a THE SECRET OF PoEsy — Contents VERT Wake CONTENTS Primitia AMORIS A Deap Lear AND A DaFFODIL STELLA STELLARVM Inscia REGINA A Wastep Worp EvENING SADNESS Tue First NIGHTINGALE A CHaNnce WovnbD Tue RETVRNING AvTvMN SINGERS Tue Waste GARDEN THE TREASON FEAR OFFERINGS Tue ANT IN THE Hovre-Giass VIBRATIONS SALVAGE A Dayor Love ST1LL WATERS A CHARMOF SLEEP Tue Rervse A Yrar Aco A Srray BENEDICTION Non Immorratis AMOR Voicss THe WANDERER THe Catt VaRivM ET MyraBiLe REFRESHMENT OF THE SOVL An ErernaL Moment AN AWAKENING A DREAM-HAVEN NEARING THE END ANIMA CaPTIVA FAILVRE A Nocrvrne Seoeerrer Ses VIUNI AA) CONTENTS Tue Boox or PsaLms Joun Rvskin Tue Peopie oF Rosserri’s PictvRes Omnia PyRA ‘TIME JANVARY FEBRVARY Marcu APRIL May JvNE Uweeee eeLLLLLL JvLy 130 Copies PRINTED: Tuus 1s No, OcroBER NovEMBER DECEMBER OCR Sy: e ww UNI c RP E PRERRRERRRERER SEPTEMBER TTITMETA Pe I EGE engAE TOS AvGvstT AU a & ie ——— ee Taye >