Classic Poem

I.

SEE yonder little lowly hut,
?Begirt with fields of fresh-mown hay,
Whose friendly doorway, never shut,
?Invites the passing beams to stay;
Upon its roof the wall-flower blooms,
?With fragrant lip and tawny skin,
And through the porch the pea perfumes
?The cooling breeze that enters in.
II.

Sweet-scented pearly hawthorn boughs
?Are in the hedges all around;
Sweet, milky, fragrant, gentle cows
?Are grazing o'er the dewy ground;
The rich laburnum's golden hair
?O'erhangs the lilac's purple cheek,
While, stealing through the twilight air,
?Their hives the honey plunderers seek.
III.

With fondest thoughts and heart-spun dreams,
?Joy weaves around his magic woof,
For Love's first sweetest moonlight beams
?Above this lowly cottage roof.
What need we tell how Owen sigh'd,
?And Norah felt she knew not what?—
Enough, that, seated side by side,
?They share this little lowly cot.
IV.

As thus beneath a willing chain
?Their captive hearts exulting bound,
Two pilgrims from the distant plain
?Come quickly o'er the mossy ground.
One is a Boy, with locks of gold
?Thick curling round his face so fair;
The other Pilgrim, stern and old,
?Has snowy beard and silver hair.
V.

The youth, with many a merry trick,
?Goes singing on his careless way;
His old companion walks as quick,
?But speaks no word by night or day.
Where'er the old man treads, the grass
?Fast fadeth with a certain doom;
But where the beauteous boy doth pass
?Unnumber'd flowers are seen to bloom
VI.

And thus before the sage, the Boy
?Trips lightly o'er the blooming lands,
And proudly bears a pretty toy—
?A crystal glass with diamond sands.
A smile o'er any brow would pass,
?To see him frolic in the sun—
To see him shake the crystal glass,
?And make the sands more quickly run.
VII.

And now they leap the streamlet o'er,
?A silver thread so white and thin,
And now they reach the open door,
?And now they lightly enter in:—
“God save all here,”—that kind wish flies
?Still sweeter from his lips so sweet;
“God save you kindly,” Norah cries,
?“Sit down, my child, and rest and eat.”
VIII.

“Thanks, gentle Norah, fair and good,
?We'll rest awhile our weary feet;
But, though this old man needeth food,
?There's nothing here that he can eat.
His taste is strange, he eats alone,
?Beneath some ruined cloister's cope,
Or on some tottering turret's stone,
?While I can only live on—Hope!
IX.

“A week ago, ere you were wed—
?It was the very night before—
Upon so many sweets I fed,
?While passing by your mother's door,—
It was that dear, delicious hour
?When Owen here the nosegay brought,
And found you in the woodbine bower,—
?Since then, indeed, I've needed nought.”
X.

A blush steals over Norah's face,
?A smile comes over Owen's brow,
A tranquil joy illumes the place,
?As if the moon were shining now;
The Boy beholds the pleasing pain,
?The sweet confusion he has done,
And shakes the crystal glass again,
?And makes the sands more quickly run.
XI.

“Dear Norah, we are pilgrims, bound
?Upon an endless path sublime;
We pace the green earth round and round,
?And mortals call us Love and T IME ;
He seeks the many, I the few,—
?I dwell with peasants, he with kings.
We seldom meet, but when we do,
?I take his glass, and he my wings.
XII.

“And thus together on we go,
?Where'er I chance or wish to lead;
And Time, whose lonely steps are slow,
?Now sweeps along with lightning speed
Now on our bright predestined way
?We must to other regions pass;
But take this gift, and night and day
?Look well upon its truthful glass.
XIII.

“How quick or slow the bright sands fall
?Is hid from lovers' eyes alone,
If you can see them move at all,
?Be sure your heart has colder grown.
'Tis coldness makes the glass grow dry,
?The icy hand, the freezing brow;
But warm the heart and breathe the sigh,
?And then they'll pass you know not how.”
XIV.

She took the glass where Love's warm hands
?A bright impervious vapour cast,
She looks, but cannot see the sands,
?Although she feels they're falling fast.
But cold hours came, and then, alas!
?She saw them falling frozen through,
Till Love's warm light suffused the glass,
?And hid the loos'ning sands from view!