the complete poetical works-第9节
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This was the peasant's last Good…night；
A voice replied； far up the height；
Excelsior！
At break of day； as heavenward
The pious monks of Saint Bernard
Uttered the oft…repeated prayer；
A voice cried through the startled air；
Excelsior！
A traveller； by the faithful hound；
Half…buried in the snow was found；
Still grasping in his hand of ice
That banner with the strange device；
Excelsior！
There in the twilight cold and gray；
Lifeless； but beautiful； he lay；
And from the sky； serene and far；
A voice fell； like a falling star；
Excelsior！
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POEMS ON SLAVERY。
＇The following poems； with one exception； were written at sea；
in the latter part of October； 1842。 I had not then heard of
Dr。 Channing's death。 Since that event； the poem addressed to
him is no longer appropriate。 I have decided； however； to let
it remain as it was written； in testimony of my admiration for
a great and good man。＇
TO WILLIAM E。 CHANNING
The pages of thy book I read；
And as I closed each one；
My heart； responding； ever said；
〃Servant of God！ well done！〃
Well done！ Thy words are great and bold；
At times they seem to me；
Like Luther's； in the days of old；
Half…battles for the free。
Go on； until this land revokes
The old and chartered Lie；
The feudal curse； whose whips and yokes
Insult humanity。
A voice is ever at thy side
Speaking in tones of might；
Like the prophetic voice； that cried
To John in Patmos； 〃Write！〃
Write！ and tell out this bloody tale；
Record this dire eclipse；
This Day of Wrath； this Endless Wail；
This dread Apocalypse！
THE SLAVE'S DREAM
Beside the ungathered rice he lay；
His sickle in his hand；
His breast was bare； his matted hair
Was buried in the sand。
Again； in the mist and shadow of sleep；
He saw his Native Land。
Wide through the landscape of his dreams
The lordly Niger flowed；
Beneath the palm…trees on the plain
Once more a king he strode；
And heard the tinkling caravans
Descend the mountain…road。
He saw once more his dark…eyed queen
Among her children stand；
They clasped his neck； they kissed his cheeks；
They held him by the hand！
A tear burst from the sleeper's lids
And fell into the sand。
And then at furious speed he rode
Along the Niger's bank；
His bridle…reins were golden chains；
And； with a martial clank；
At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel
Smiting his stallion's flank。
Before him； like a blood…red flag；
The bright flamingoes flew；
From morn till night he followed their flight；
O'er plains where the tamarind grew；
Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts；
And the ocean rose to view。
At night he heard the lion roar；
And the hyena scream；
And the river…horse； as he crushed the reeds
Beside some hidden stream；
And it passed； like a glorious roll of drums；
Through the triumph of his dream。
The forests； with their myriad tongues；
Shouted of liberty；
And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud；
With a voice so wild and free；
That he started in his sleep and smiled
At their tempestuous glee。
He did not feel the driver's whip；
Nor the burning heat of day；
For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep；
And his lifeless body lay
A worn…out fetter； that the soul
Had broken and thrown away！
THE GOOD PART
THAT SHALL NOT BE TAKEN AWAY
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side；
In valleys green and cool；
And all her hope and all her pride
Are in the village school。
Her soul； like the transparent air
That robes the hills above；
Though not of earth； encircles there
All things with arms of love。
And thus she walks among her girls
With praise and mild rebukes；
Subduing e'en rude village churls
By her angelic looks。
She reads to them at eventide
Of One who came to save；
To cast the captive's chains aside
And liberate the slave。
And oft the blessed time foretells
When all men shall be free；
And musical； as silver bells；
Their falling chains shall be。
And following her beloved Lord；
In decent poverty；
She makes her life one sweet record
And deed of charity。
For she was rich； and gave up all
To break the iron bands
Of those who waited in her hall；
And labored in her lands。
Long since beyond the Southern Sea
Their outbound sails have sped；
While she； in meek humility；
Now earns her daily bread。
It is their prayers； which never cease；
That clothe her with such grace；
Their blessing is the light of peace
That shines upon her face。
THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp
The hunted Negro lay；
He saw the fire of the midnight camp；
And heard at times a horse's tramp
And a bloodhound's distant bay。
Where will…o'…the…wisps and glow…worms shine；
In bulrush and in brake；
Where waving mosses shroud the pine；
And the cedar grows； and the poisonous vine
Is spotted like the snake；
Where hardly a human foot could pass；
Or a human heart would dare；
On the quaking turf of the green morass
He crouched in the rank and tangled grass；
Like a wild beast in his lair。
A poor old slave； infirm and lame；
Great scars deformed his face；
On his forehead he bore the brand of shame；
And the rags； that hid his mangled frame；
Were the livery of disgrace。
All things above were bright and fair；
All things were glad and free；
Lithe squirrels darted here and there；
And wild birds filled the echoing air
With songs of Liberty！
On him alone was the doom of pain；
From the morning of his birth；
On him alone the curse of Cain
Fell； like a flail on the garnered grain；
And struck him to the earth！
THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT
Loud he sang the psalm of David！
He； a Negro and enslaved；
Sang of Israel's victory；
Sang of Zion； bright and free。
In that hour； when night is calmest；
Sang he from the Hebrew Psalmist；
In a voice so sweet and clear
That I could not choose but hear；
Songs of triumph； and ascriptions；
Such as reached the swart Egyptians；
When upon the Red Sea coast
Perished Pharaoh and his host。
And the voice of his devotion
Filled my soul with strange emotion；
For its tones by turns were glad；
Sweetly solemn； wildly sad。
Paul and Silas； in their prison；
Sang of Christ； the Lord arisen；
And an earthquake's arm of might
Broke their dungeon…gates at night。
But； alas！ what holy angel
Brings the Slave this glad evangel？
And what earthquake's arm of might
Breaks his dungeon…gates at night？
THE WITNESSES
In Ocean's wide domains；
Half buried in the sands；
Lie skeletons in chains；
With shackled feet and hands。
Beyond the fall of dews；
Deeper than plummet lies；
Float ships； with all their crews；
No more to sink nor rise。
There the black Slave…ship swims；
Freighted with human forms；
Whose fettered； fleshless limbs
Are not the sport of storms。
These are the bones of Slaves；
They gleam from the abyss；
They cry； from yawning waves；
〃We are the Witnesses！〃
Within Earth's wide domains
Are markets for men's lives；
Their necks are galled with chains；
Their wrists are cramped with gyves。
Dead bodies； that the kite
In deserts makes its prey；
Murders； that with affright
Scare school…boys from their play！
All evil thoughts and deeds；
Anger； and lust； and pride；
The foulest； rankest weeds；
That choke Life's groaning tide！
These are the woes of Slaves；
They glare from the abyss；
They cry； from unknown graves；
〃We are the Witnesses！
THE QUADROON GIRL
The Slaver in the broad lagoon
Lay moored with idle sail；
He waited for the rising moon；
And for the evening gale。
Under the shore his boat was tied；
And all her listless crew
Watched the gray alligator slide
Into the still bayou。
Odors of orange…flowers； and spice；
Reached them from time to time；
Like airs that breathe from Paradise
Upon a world of crime。
The Planter； under his roof of thatch；
Smoked thoughtfully and slow；
The Slaver's thumb was on the latch；
He seemed in haste to go。
He said； 〃My ship at anchor rides
In yonder broad lagoon；
I only wait the evening tides；
And the rising of the moon。
Before them； with her face upraised；
In timid attitude；
Like one half curious； half amazed；
A Quadroon maiden stood。
Her eyes were large； and full of light；
Her arms and neck were bare；
No garment she wore save a kirtle bright；
And her own long； raven hair。
And on her lips there played a smil
