Carolina Chansons eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 48 pages of information about Carolina Chansons.

    I saw him once asleep
    Down by the dark ponds
    Where alligators creep. 
    He had been fishing with a willow withe,
    And by him lay his hourglass and scythe,
    Resting upon the grass;
    They lay there in the sun,
    And through the glass the sands had ceased to run.

H.A.

DUSK

    They tell me she is beautiful, my City,
    That she is colorful and quaint, alone
    Among the cities.  But I, I who have known
    Her tenderness, her courage, and her pity,
    Have felt her forces mould me, mind and bone,
    Life after life, up from her first beginning. 
    How can I think of her in wood and stone! 
    To others she has given of her beauty,
    Her gardens, and her dim, old, faded ways,
    Her laughter, and her happy, drifting hours,
    Glad, spendthrift April, squandering her flowers,
    The sharp, still wonder of her Autumn days;
    Her chimes that shimmer from St. Michael’s steeple
    Across the deep maturity of June,
    Like sunlight slanting over open water
    Under a high, blue, listless afternoon. 
    But when the dusk is deep upon the harbor,
    She finds me where her rivers meet and speak,
    And while the constellations ride the silence
    High overhead, her cheek is on my cheek. 
    I know her in the thrill behind the dark
    When sleep brims all her silent thoroughfares. 
    She is the glamor in the quiet park
    That kindles simple things like grass and trees. 
    Wistful and wanton as her sea-born airs,
    Bringer of dim, rich, age-old memories. 
    Out on the gloom-deep water, when the nights
    Are choked with fog, and perilous, and blind,
    She is the faith that tends the calling lights. 
    Hers is the stifled voice of harbor bells
    Muffled and broken by the mist and wind. 
    Hers are the eyes through which I look on life
    And find it brave and splendid.  And the stir
    Of hidden music shaping all my songs,
    And these my songs, my all, belong to her.

D.H.

NOTES AND BIBLIOGRAPHY

NOTES

NOTE ON THE CHIMES

TO ACCOMPANY “SILENCES”

The bells of Charleston, like the bells of London Town, have a peculiar interest.  St. Michael’s bells and clock were brought from England in 1764.  When the British evacuated Charleston in 1782 they took the bells with them.  A Mr. Ryhineu bought them in England and returned them.  They were rehung in November, 1783.  During the Civil War, St. Michael’s steeple was the target for Federal artillery and fleet guns.  In 1861 the bells were taken to Columbia, S.C., where two of them were stolen, and the rest injured by fire when the city was burned.  Those left were again sent to England, and recast in the original moulds.  In March, 1867, they once again rang out from the spire.

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