The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,084 pages of information about The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell.

The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,084 pages of information about The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell.

The stars of those two gentle eyes 10
Will shine no more on earth;
Quenched are the hopes that had their birth,
As we watched them slowly rise,
Stars of a mother’s fate;
And she would read them o’er and o’er,
Pondering, as she sate,
Over their dear astrology,
Which she had conned and conned before,
Deeming she needs must read aright 19
What was writ so passing bright. 
And yet, alas! she knew not why. 
Her voice would falter in its song,
And tears would slide from out her eye,
Silent, as they were doing wrong. 
Oh stern word—­Nevermore!

The tongue that scarce had learned to claim
An entrance to a mother’s heart
By that dear talisman, a mother’s name,
Sleeps all forgetful of its art! 
I loved to see the infant soul 30
(How mighty in the weakness
Of its untutored meekness!)
Peep timidly from out its nest,
His lips, the while,
Fluttering with half-fledged words,
Or hushing to a smile
That more than words expressed,
When his glad mother on him stole
And snatched him to her breast! 
Oh, thoughts were brooding in those eyes, 40
That would have soared like strong-winged birds
Far, far into the skies,
Gladding the earth with song,
And gushing harmonies,
Had he but tarried with us long! 
Oh stern word—­Nevermore!

How peacefully they rest,
Crossfolded there
Upon his little breast,
Those small, white hands that ne’er were still before, 50
But ever sported with his mother’s hair,
Or the plain cross that on her breast she wore! 
Her heart no more will beat
To feel the touch of that soft palm,
That ever seemed a new surprise
Sending glad thoughts up to her eyes
To bless him with their holy calm,—­
Sweet thoughts! they made her eyes as sweet. 
How quiet are the hands
That wove those pleasant bands! 
But that they do not rise and sink 61
With his calm breathing, I should think
That he were dropped asleep. 
Alas! too deep, too deep
Is this his slumber! 
Time scarce can number
The years ere he shall wake again. 
Oh, may we see his eyelids open then! 
Oh stern word—­Nevermore!

As the airy gossamere, 70
Floating in the sunlight clear,
Where’er it toucheth clingeth tightly,
Bound glossy leal or stump unsightly,
So from his spirit wandered out
Tendrils spreading all about,
Knitting all things to its thrall
With a perfect love of all: 
Oh stern word—­Nevermore!

He did but float a little way
Adown the stream of time, 80
With dreamy eyes watching the ripples play,
Or hearkening their fairy chime;
His slender sail
Ne’er felt the gale;
He did but float a little way,
And, putting to the shore
While yet ’t was early day,
Went calmly on his way,
To dwell with us no more! 
No jarring did he feel, 90
No grating on his shallop’s keel;
A strip of silver sand
Mingled the waters with the land
Where he was seen no more: 
Oh stern word—­Nevermore!

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