A bar of song . heat and hunger our abode. Only the stars above,The orient stars, so full of light and compensate us: these, and liberty. 67 SUI^IMER CLOUDS I Like castle dreams ye wander iu and ontThe skys blue fields, as one, demnre, devout,Aimlessly goes, he knows not how or where,The chartless road of never-endino- doubt. From out that vale where childhoods memories keepThe by-ways green, I often look and weep,When I discern hoAV many castles fairYe set for me, along youths golden with my host of broken idols sleep. Ill And yet ye go, like gods of liberty,Lag
A bar of song . heat and hunger our abode. Only the stars above,The orient stars, so full of light and compensate us: these, and liberty. 67 SUI^IMER CLOUDS I Like castle dreams ye wander iu and ontThe skys blue fields, as one, demnre, devout,Aimlessly goes, he knows not how or where,The chartless road of never-endino- doubt. From out that vale where childhoods memories keepThe by-ways green, I often look and weep,When I discern hoAV many castles fairYe set for me, along youths golden with my host of broken idols sleep. Ill And yet ye go, like gods of liberty,Laggard or fleet, unfettered, wild and free;Ye bring the breezes to the scorching corn,Ye cool the brow where life is weary-wornAnd bind upon my soul your mystery. IV Clouds of the Summer, speak to me and tell. Are ye the castles where the lost souls dwell?In all your moving through the sky aboutAre ye impelled by Times old monster. Doubt? Alas! before I have one faint reply The castle fades into the bluest skv. 68. And yet ye go, like gods of liherty-—laggard or fieet/^ LONESOME PINE Have you no friendships you may call your own?No comrades, who with you may face the windAnd to the storm-gods restless fury all the heath with wreckage has been strown? Nature has served you with a pauper to the East runs on the leagueless mainWhence come the winds and Autumns ceaseless sustenance is from the lifeless sand. And yet how brave, through all the years youve lift a scanty form against the skyAnd kiss the mists that float in langor byAnd wisdom teach the selfishness of men. GUILT Bowed and bare to the lashs cutThe slave Itent low to take his punishment;And when he sought repose within his hutEven amid his pain, somehow, he found in a mansion where the conscience stingSent through a soul its taunting of unrestAlas! the l)ird of guilt would not take wingBut made its home within the victims breast. 70
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