06 November 2013

June Sonnets - 1879 Poetic Expressions

By W.L. Shoemaker. For the Star.


The Odor of Wild-vine Bloom.

Here, in this twilight wood-path, let me rest,
On the soft grass in idleness recline,
And breathe the rare breath of the gadding vine,
Of sylvan odors sure the daintiest —
Ethereal spirit from unborn grapes expressed,
Of a more sweet bouquet than any wine
Whence weird intoxication — fancies fine
That with poetic charms the scene invest.
With leaf-enwreathed, chaste Dryads I commune,
(Unseen but with the keen eyes of the soul;)
I hear sly Naiads tittering from the brook :
My blithe musicians are the birds of June,
Wood-thrush, and mocking-wren, and oriole;
And flowers nod, knowing, wheresoe'er I look.


The Beauty of the Day.

What myriad forms of beauty fill the day,
When rules the rose-crowned June! Lo! earth and sky,
And lucid waters with each other vie
Which may their realms most charmingly array.
Clouds, ever-changing, rise and roll away,
Leaves, twinkling, dance, and flowers of every dye
Deck the green grass, and bright-winged birds go by,
And streams their pictures magical display.
My heart a tender melancholy fills,
As slow the varied panorama fades,
And purple vapors veil the distant hills,
To think that none day's lovely life can save.
That by its length more near are death's dark shades
To me — more near the inevitable grave.
June 7, 1879. Washington D.C. Evening Star 53(8168): 2.