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The Night is Darkening Round Me

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  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирапреди 2 години
    Why ask to know what date what clime

    There dwelt our own humanity

    Power-worshippers from earliest time

    Foot-kissers of triumphant crime

    Crushers of helpless misery

    Crushing down Justice honouring Wrong

    If that be feeble this be strong

    Shedders of blood shedders of tears

    Self-cursers avid of distress

    Yet Mocking heaven with senseless prayers

    For mercy on the merciless

    It was the autumn of the year

    When grain grows yellow in the ear

    Day after day from noon to noon,

    That August’s sun blazed bright as June

    But we with unregarding eyes

    Saw panting earth and glowing skies

    No hand the reaper’s sickle held

    Nor bound the ripe sheaves in the field

    Our corn was garnered months before,

    Threshed out and kneaded-up with gore

    Ground when the ears were milky sweet

    With furious toil of hoofs and feet

    I doubly cursed on foreign sod

    Fought neither for my home nor God
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирапреди 2 години
    Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

    What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?

    More glory and more grief than I can tell:

    The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling

    Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирапреди 2 години
    All hushed and still within the house

    Without – all wind and driving rain

    But something whispers to my mind

    Through rain and [through the] wailing wind
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирапреди 2 години
    Shall Earth no more inspire thee,

    Thou lonely dreamer now?

    Since passion may not fire thee

    Shall Nature cease to bow?

    Thy mind is ever moving

    In regions dark to thee;

    Recall its useless roving –

    Come back and dwell with me –

    I know my mountain breezes

    Enchant and soothe thee still –

    I know my sunshine pleases

    Despite thy wayward will –

    When day with evening blending

    Sinks from the summer sky,

    I’ve seen thy spirit bending

    In fond idolatry –

    I’ve watched thee every hour –

    I know my mighty sway –

    I know my magic power

    To drive thy griefs away –

    Few hearts to mortals given

    On earth so wildly pine

    Yet none would ask a Heaven

    More like this Earth than thine –

    Then let my winds caress thee –

    Thy comrade let me be –

    Since nought beside can bless thee

    Return and dwell with me –
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирапреди 2 години
    The night is darkening round me

    The wild winds coldly blow

    But a tyrant spell has bound me

    And I cannot cannot go

    The giant trees are bending

    Their bare boughs weighed with snow

    And the storm is fast descending

    And yet I cannot go

    Clouds beyond clouds above me

    Wastes beyond wastes below

    But nothing drear can move me

    I will not cannot go

    I’ll come when thou art saddest

    Laid alone in the darkened room

    When the mad day’s mirth has vanished

    And the smile of joy is banished

    From evening’s chilly gloom

    I’ll come when the heart’s [real] feeling

    Has entire unbiased sway

    And my influence o’er thee stealing

    Grief deepening joy congealing

    Shall bear thy soul away

    Listen ’tis just the hour

    The awful time for thee

    Dost thou not feel upon thy soul

    A flood of strange sensations roll

    Forerunners of a sterner power

    Heralds of me

    I would have touched the heavenly key

    That spoke alike of bliss and thee

    I would have woke the entrancing song

    But its words died upon my tongue

    And then I knew that hallowed strain

    Could never speak of joy again

    And then I felt
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирапреди 2 години
    In summer’s mellow midnight

    A cloudless moon shone through

    Our open parlour window

    And rosetrees wet with dew

    I sat in silent musing –

    The soft wind waved my hair

    It told me Heaven was glorious

    And sleeping Earth was fair –

    I needed not its breathing

    To bring such thoughts to me

    But still it whispered lowly

    ‘How dark the woods will be! –

    ‘The thick leaves in my murmur

    Are rustling like a dream,

    And all their myriad voices

    Instinct with spirit seem’

    I said, ‘Go gentle singer,

    Thy wooing voice is kind

    But do not think its music

    Has power to reach my mind –

    ‘Play with the scented flower,

    The young tree’s supple bough –

    And leave my human feelings

    In their own course to flow’

    The Wanderer would not leave me

    Its kiss grew warmer still –

    ‘O come,’ it sighed so sweetly

    ‘I’ll win thee ’gainst thy will –

    ‘Have we not been from childhood friends?

    Have I not loved thee long?

    As long as thou hast loved the night

    Whose silence wakes my song?

    ‘And when thy heart is laid at rest

    Beneath the church-yard stone

    I shall have time enough to mourn

    And thou to be alone’ –
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирапреди 2 години
    In frozen mist arrayed –

    The blue bell cannot charm me now

    The heath has lost its bloom

    The violets in the glen below

    They yield no sweet perfume

    But though I mourn the heather-bell

    ’Tis better far, away

    I know how fast my tears would swell

    To see it smile today

    And that wood flower that hides so shy

    Beneath the mossy stone

    Its balmy scent and dewy eye

    ’Tis not for them I moan

    It is the slight and stately stem

    The blossom’s silvery blue

    The buds hid like a sapphire gem

    In sheaths of emerald hue

    ’Tis these that breathe upon my heart

    A calm and softening spell

    That if it makes the tear-drop start

    Has power to soothe as well

    For these I weep, so long divided

    Through winter’s dreary day

    In longing weep – but most when guided

    On withered banks to stray

    If chilly then the light should fall

    Adown the dreary sky

    And gild the dank and darkened wall

    With transient brilliancy

    How do I yearn, how do I pine

    For the time of flowers to come

    And turn me from that fading shine

    To mourn the fields of home –
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирапреди 2 години
    Woods you need not frown on me

    Spectral trees that so dolefully

    Shake your heads in the dreary sky

    You need not mock so bitterly
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирапреди 2 години
    My thoughtful Comforter?

    And yet a little longer speak,

    Calm this resentful mood;

    And while the savage heart grows meek,

    For other token do not seek,

    But let the tear upon my cheek

    Evince my gratitude!
  • Theodore Maurice August "Vanderboom" Scarletцитирапреди 2 години
    My spirit drank a mingled tone,

    Of seraph’s song, and demon’s moan;

    What my soul bore, my soul alone

    Within itself may tell!

    Like a soft air, above a sea,

    Tossed by the tempest’s stir;
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