Classic Poem

January 3
Let those who read
Begin to scrawl,
As if they knew
The eternal wall!

Can I here quote
The day's future?
As if one's feeling
Doth catch all in one—
A Monday moon
With a beastly noon?

January 5
All apart in joy
We wander alone,
I with a sorrow—
The king on a throne.

The leisure love
Fades as of yore,
As the sudden thought
Mid hour doth draw.
The light before glimmers
Like the snowy comfort manners.

January 6
O red light lost
By the storm of woe,
Who is so brave
As to wander through?

The seat of fervent waste
Crept lowly to bewail,
But its courage taste
Unbent from its veil.
Ah! nearer my God, to thee—
Let no future chaste be.

January 7
By the neck of horrors:
“Friday”;
By the gloom of sorrows:
“Friday”—

Thy warrant is unpledged
As a useless skeleton swedged,
In Satan's silks unmourned;
By a wistful crave adorned
Sleeps the pleasure's glow,
While the day is free of show.

January 8
The torches were borne
By the gleaming sun.
Where was the prize
That blinded a tomb?

O mocking lofty cloth,
The festival is short!
Hire your steeds for home
While the dew leaves court;
Light not the heart astray—
It's a wonder where it breathes that day.

January 23
O children of the East,
Help me;
O children of the West,
Cheer me.

What dampness lingers
O'er
The smooth spongy core
That heeds not hours,
Years, for thy store?

February 1
'Twas the night of hail,
And soft snow blew
Like a memory glow
Of sadness by poet's brow—

The brilliant waxy lamps,
Slowly, like tears
Of snow throwing a helmet
Into view—a child's years.