By the Aurelian Wall, and Other Elegies

By the Aurelian Wall, and Other Elegies

Title: By the Aurelian Wall, and Other Elegies Author: Bliss Carman Release Date: September 15, 2016 [EBook #53053] Language: English Credits: Produced by Larry B. Harrison, Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This book was produced from scanned images of public domain material from the Google Books project.) By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius tomb, A weary mortal seeking rest found room For quiet burial, Leaving among his friends A book of lyrics. Such untold amends A traveller might make In a strange country, bidden to partake Before he farther wends;{10} Who shyly should bestow The foreign reed-flute they had seen him blow And finger cunningly, On one of the dark children standing by, Then lift his cloak and go. The years pass. And the child Thoughtful beyond his fellows, grave and mild, Treasures the rough-made toy, Until one day he blows it for clear joy, And wakes the music wild. His fondness makes it seem A thing first fashioned in delirious dream, Some god had cut and tried, And filled with yearning passion, and cast aside On some far woodland stream,{11} After long years to be Found by the stranger and brought over sea, A marvel and delight To ease the noon and pierce the dark blue night, For children such as he. He learns the silver strain Wherewith the ghostly houses of gray rain And lonely valleys ring, When the untroubled whitethroats make the spring A world without a stain; Then on his river reed, With strange and unsuspected notes that plead Of their own wild accord For utterances no birds throat could afford, Lifts it to human need.{12} His comrades leave their play, When calling and compelling far away By river-slope and hill, He pipes their wayward footsteps where he will, All the long lovely day. Even his elders come. Surely the child is elvish, murmur some, And shake the knowing head; Give us the good old simple things instead, Our fathers used to hum. Others at the open door Smile when they hear what they have hearkened for These many summers now, Believing they should live to learn somehow Things never known before.{13} But he can only tell How the flutes whisper lures him with a spell, Yet always just eludes The lost perfection over which he broods; And how he loves it well. Till all the country-side, Familiar with his piping far and wide, Has taken for its own That weird enchantment down the evening blown, Its glory and its pride. And so his splendid name, Who left the book of lyrics and small fame Among his fellows then, Spreads through the world like autumnwho knows when? Till all the hillsides flame.{14} Grand Pr and Margaree Hear it upbruited from the unresting sea; And the small Gaspareau, Whose yellow leaves repeat it, seems to know A new felicity. Even the shadows tall, Walking at sundown through the plain, recall A mound the grasses keep, Where once a mortal came and found long sleep By the Aurelian Wall. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 53053
Author: Carman, Bliss
Release Date: Sep 15, 2016
Format: eBook
Language: English