The Ridpath library of universal literatureA biographical and bibliographical summary of the world's most eminent authors . ars; began to write for va-rious periodicals, and subsequently acted as proof-reader in a printing-office. He became connectedwith the Boston Atlantic Monthly, of which he wasmade editor in 1883. His poems include: TheBells (1855); Baby Bell (1856); Cloth of Gold (1874);Floivcr and TJiorn (1876); Friar Jeromes BeautifulBook (1881); Mercedes and Later Lyrics; also ahousehold edition of his complete poems (1885);Wyndham Towers {i2>?,g); The Sister s Tragedy andOther Poem
The Ridpath library of universal literatureA biographical and bibliographical summary of the world's most eminent authors . ars; began to write for va-rious periodicals, and subsequently acted as proof-reader in a printing-office. He became connectedwith the Boston Atlantic Monthly, of which he wasmade editor in 1883. His poems include: TheBells (1855); Baby Bell (1856); Cloth of Gold (1874);Floivcr and TJiorn (1876); Friar Jeromes BeautifulBook (1881); Mercedes and Later Lyrics; also ahousehold edition of his complete poems (1885);Wyndham Towers {i2>?,g); The Sister s Tragedy andOther Poems (1891), and Unguarded Gates andOther Poems. PRELUDE TO CLOTH OF GOLD.* You ask me if by rule or no Our many-colored songs are wrought?— Upon the cunning loom of weave our fancies so and busy shuttle comes and goes Across the rhymes, and deftly weaves A tissue out of autumn leavesWith here a thistle, there a rose. With art and patience thus is madeThe poets perfect Cloth of Gold:When woven so, nor moth nor mould Nor time can make its colors fade. * By permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Co.(268). THOMAS nAlLEV ALDRICH. THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH 260 lenvoie to cloth of gold.* This is my youth—its hopes and strange and shadowy it all seems After so many years !Turning the pages idly, so,I look with smiles upon the woe, Upon the joy with tears! Go, little Book. The old and wiseWill greet thee with suspicious eyes, With stare or furtive frown;But here and there some golden maidMay like thee :—Thoult not be afraid Of young eyes, blue or brown. To such a one, perchance, thoult singAs clearly as a bird of spring. Hailing the apple-blossom;And she will let thee make thy nest,Perhaps, within her snowy breast. Go : rest thou in her bosom. THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS. Kind was my friend who in the Eastern landRemembered me with such a gracious sent this Moorish crescent which has beenWorn on the haughty bosom of a queen. No more it sinks and rises wit
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