''^ .^'% ' ^°-*. ' ':^'- ""W^ '^ft'- %/ '^: w VERSES THREE HUNDRED COPIES PRINTED i VERSES BY MARY WRIGHT PLUMMER CLEVELAND AND NEW-YORK PRINTED AT THE DE VINNE PRESS FOR PAUL LEMPERLY. F. A. MILLIARD AND FRANK E. HOPKINS MDCCCXCVI •.■>JHW4/ ^ w J> 1'^ .1^ ^^b COPYRIGHT, 1896, BY PAUL LEMPERLY, F. A. HILLIARD, AND FRANK E. HOPKINS. TO MY FATHER AND MOTHER ON THEIR MARRIAGE ANNIVERSARY MARCH 7, 1896 CONTENTS PAGE "The Wind-swept Multitude in the Inferno" ii Irrevocable 13 The Divine Right of Kings .... 14 " And Enoch Walked with God " . . • iS My Own 17 Life 19 Music 20 Old Age 21 Prayers for the Living ... .22 The Two Natures 23 Nature 25 Disillusion — Morning, Evening . . . .26 Inheritance 28 The Birthday in Heaven 29 The Death of C^sar — Cicero's Soliloquy . 31 VERSES 'V^ '♦THE WIND-SWEPT MULTITUDE IN THE INFERNO" )VER we drift, drift, Swept by a wind we resist not. Whirling and turning swift; Onward we drift, drift, Blown through the cloud and the rift, Whither we know not and list not. Hark to the curses that tear Their way through the rush of the air ! Love that was uncontrolled, Killed by the ceaseless cold. Holds like a weight in its arms the price of the heaven it sold. Daring its voice to lift. Cursing the fatal gift. Winding in closer folds as onward we circle swift. Ages and ages past. Passion-enthralled at last. Lovers were drawn and held and borne by this bitter blast ; Yet and for ages unnumbered the strong Pitiless current shall bear them along, Driving with senseless force All that resist or resist not, Holding its changeless course Whither they know not and list not. Aching or sting of pain. These we have begged in vain, Only to dull the thoughts keen-edged that cut the brain. Fools to beg of a mindless wind ! Fools to hope that a sin once sinned May ever be cast behind, — Forgot in our endless race, — When at every turn we see it lined In the look of a paUid face. As we whirl and cling and eddy and drift, Through cloud and rift. Swift, more swift — Whither to know it avails not: Blown by a tempest that fails not. Ever we drift, drift. IRREVOCABLE ^|HAT thou hast done thou hast done: for the heavenly horses are swift; Think not their flight to o'ertake — they stand at the throne even now. Ere thou canst compass the thought, the immortals in just hands shall lift, Poise, and weigh surely thy deed, and its weight shall be laid on thy brow ; For what thou hast done thou hast done. What thou hast not done remains ; and the heavenly horses are kind : Till thou hast pondered thy choice they will patiently wait at thy door. Do a brave deed, and behold ! they are farther away than the wind ; Returning, they bring thee a crown to shine on thy brow evermore ; For what thou hast done thou hast done. 1882 THE DIVINE RIGHT OF KINGS |HE right divine! What king that hath it not? — The right to look through all his realm and see % What fever courses in the people's veins, And lay thereon the balm of kingly hands; To turn aside the treasonable blade, And make a friend of him who carries it ; To bind up public wounds; to put away The screens wherewith men hide accusing truth, And speak grave words when these befit the time ; To sow the land so full of happiness. Of peace and justice, love and courtesy. That ships bound seaward unto fabled shores Shall never tempt his people otherwhere. Such right divine as this hath every king. The Atlantic Monthly May, 1882 AND ENOCH WALKED WITH GOD." THOU who in time's morning walked with God, Nor heeded that the world paths crossed 7^^^ thine own, Who, listening to the music shed abroad By that one Voice, heard not the other's tone Mocking at him who walked, or seemed to walk, alone. Tell us, who long to know, what converse sweet Fell from your lips? what troubled questions lay Answered and clear, ere thou couldst frame them meet. In that bright light of Truth, the perfect day. Where vexed problems smooth and solve themselves away? Didst know what field-flowers fluttered 'neath the hem Of thy long garment, or what birds of song Circled around thee, or what light wind came Lifting thy locks the while ye walked along. Seen and unseen, the marveling world among? Vain questioning ! for answer as thou mightst, Our ears are holden that we cannot hear; The soul that walks with God upon the heights Hath secrets voiceless to the alien ear. To him that is of God the things of God are clear. Unity 1883 MY OWN ROWN heads and gold around my knee Dispute in eager play ; Sweet, childish voices in my ear Are sounding all the day ; Yet sometimes in a sudden hush I seem to hear a tone Such as my little boy's had been, If I had kept my own. And ofttimes when they come to me As evening hours grow long, And beg me, winningly, to give A story or a song, I see a pair of star-bright eyes Among the others shine — The eyes of him who ne'er hath heard Story or song of mine. At night, I go my round and pause Each white-draped cot beside. And note how flushed is this one's cheek. How that one's curls lie wide; 3 17 And to a corner tenantless My swift thoughts go apace — That would have been, if he had hved, My other darHng's place. The years go fast ; my children soon Within the world of men Will find their work, and venture forth Not to return again ; But there is one who cannot go, — I shall not be alone, — The little one who did not live Will always be my own. The Century Magazine March, 1882 x8 LIFE IIFE, we, thy children, cling about thy knees And pray for largess; some are babes that turn C^^ Sweet faces, sure of answer, yet to learn That suns may shine and they be left to freeze ; And some cast fiercely at thee words that burn, Or all thy steps with bitter 'plainings tease ; And some, grown mute from many unheard pleas, Go from thee, looking back with eyes that yearn. What charm is in unmotherly caprice That, rather than be led to endless peace, We court, on bended knee, thy constant frown — Ay, even invite the smiting of thy hand. So we stay with thee ? Shall we understand When thou hast loosed our fingers from thy gown ? Magazine of Poetry i88q MUSIC ;HEN in the shadow of the twilight room We sit together, opening each to each Our stores of hope, our depths of unbehef, And comfort comes with speech, until the soul Lays warning finger upon eager lip And we are silent, trusting not to words The very innermost, — then come the tones Of masters who have voiced in other years All we would say of longing and of trust ; Softly the notes lead heart to heart, and blend Into one chord of effort triumphing The weakness of our spirits. When the lights Come glimmering in, eyes turn to questioning eyes And read the secret music has betrayed. OLD AGE jOW is he come unto that countryside Past the last outpost. Here Life loosely reigns, Asking no tribute from the deadened plains Where stealthy mists creep from the rising tide. If there be fellow-travelers in this vast, Scarcely he knovveth. Voices that he hears Sound far away and strange unto his ears, Commingled with the echoes from the past. He hath outstripped the mirage of his prime Long since; and journeying on to dip his hand Into Truth's fountain, he hath come to know Truth for the chiefest mirage. On the sand Lappeth the river at the bounds of Time. His dull ear hstens ; — must it, then, be so ? 1890 PRAYERS FOR THE LIVING SOUL of all souls whitest, what needst thou Of solemn masses who with angel choirs Dost chant enraptured thy most pure desires, And to the heavenly will, as erst on earth, dost bow ? What can I ask for thee, in halting prayers Heavy with grief, that could increase thy bliss? What in thy perfectness can be amiss Who grewest to angelhood all unawares? Rather pray thou for me. And when ye stand, Making petition, folding wing on wing. Drooping your eyes before the glory-light, Think if thou mayst on him who, wandering Along the lower way, hath lost thy hand. Yet seeketh for thy footprints day and night. THE TWO NATURES ,HERE hast thou been, O Soul, in thy sojourning Out of the body ? on what high emprise. What noble quest, that thus to me returning ' I labor at my anchor, fain to rise ? What king hath entertained thee, condescending To share his plenty with thy low estate ? Why turn away from so divine befriending, To keep thy faith with me inviolate ? Nay, chide me not, and strive not with me longer ; Breathe thou alone the air thou lovest best. Some day, perhaps, thy loyal wings grown stronger, Thou mayst with hope disturb me where I rest. Now through thy ether shouldst thou lead me, breathless, To that high Presence where thy name is known. Into that circle heaven-born and deathless. How should I shame thee, stained and earthy grown ! Sad is thy mien, ay, even unto weeping. — Car'st thou so much ? Are we so firmly one ? Lift me again from out this deadly sleeping; Help me to raise mine eyes unto the sun. 23 Yea, where thou soarest I will follow after — Far, far below, yet always in thy wake ; Should I sink back, remember it hereafter. Thus have I striven, and striven for thy sake. 1892 NATURE g^^^HOU, Nemesis, whom the old Greeks did name Sternest of all who claimed their vow and prayer, Pleased by no gifts, choosing thine altars bare Till he who gave should cleanse himself from blame. Thou ceased pursuit when restitution came, And turned thine eyes' grave searching otherwhere, While the light-bosomed wretch, free of thy care. Felt his heart leap with joy no past could tame. But we of our day own a bitterer fate, — (Who would not justice, even if justice slay?) — For scarce man knoweth if he violate Our goddess' bidding till her reckoning-day; Then slowly he perceiveth his estate : Not he alone, but heirs unborn must pay. 25 DISILLUSION MORNING )OME, Sweet, the world is wide; so, hand in hand, W^f ^^^ ^^ ^^^^ forth to win our victories. ei^3 Thou shalt be queen of beauty and of love. As in the old bright days of tournament; And I will wear thy colors in my heart. And on my brow the seal invisible Of thy true kiss : so shall before me fall All shapes of evil that infest the light. And when the jousts are ended, and the games, Thou shalt sit proudly upright in thy place, And while the world is wondering, all agaze, Lo, at thy feet my garlands shall be laid. — For half my strength is thine, being come from thee And that sweet faith that armors me anew. 26 EVENING The days are short'ning. Wilt forgive me, heart, For the long turmoil I have led thee through And to no end ? I meant it otherwise ; But one right arm is weak against the world. Here on thy shoulder let me rest my head, My weary head that aches from life's long din ; And in thy comforting let me forget The disappointment, and the hidden foe. And all that made my days a vulgar strife. Unheralded, untrumpeted, uncrowned. My strength is weak beside thy steadfastness, And there takes refuge. If thou cherish it, Then to have failed and yet to win thy smile, Ah, love, is victory beyond desert. Scribner's Magazine August, 1887 27 INHERITANCE '^> LITTLE child, through what long leagues of pain Tendeth thy life, if our God will it so ! Through what deprivement of the heat and glow That wait on action, and are counted gain ! How by thy couch the dull hours stretch their length That slip like molten silver through the hands Able to answer to the world's demands, Giving it all their skilfulness and strength ! God solve this problem for us ! When a soul, A little soul, of Thine own essence pure, Waiteth, expectant, for the earthly frame In which it would do service, true and sure. Why should a past obscure, beyond control. Clothe it with suffering ? Is Thy law to blame ? 1890 28 THE BIRTHDAY IN HEAVEN ^HAT will they bring thee, Sweet, to-morrow's dawn — Our three-year-old, whose birthday is in heaven ? For the earth-happiness thou hast foregone What will they do to make the balance even ? Do the grave angels love as mothers love ? And is there one, just one from all the rest, Whose arms were first to cradle thee above. To whom thou turnest, whom thou lovest best ? Yea, surely mother-hearts in heaven must beat, Else 't were not heaven, and God were God no more ; — Could He be happy in His holy seat If any child stood, homesick, near the door? Tell that dear angel that doth keep our child To hold thee close to-morrow, and to press Upon thy brow grown radiantly mild All that we would of lingering caress. Tell her on earth we brought thee toys and flowers, And told thee stories when thy birthday came ; 29 Say to her that when thou wast wholly ours With love unspeakable we called thy name ; And when the shadows fell, — rememberest thou? — How thou didst nestle down in sheltered sleep ! Who sings to thee? Whose arms enfold thee now? To whom has God my jewel given to keep ? Be not unhappy, Sweet. Enjoy her care ; Go to her first of all the heavenly host ; But, oh, do not forget me, is my prayer ! I am thy mother; — love me still the most. 1890 THE DEATH OF CESAR CICERO'S SOLILOQUY [!Y, look, and look again, at him who bore The world and flinched not, but an hour ago. In his colossal shadow yours was lost : "Down with him, down, that we may see ourselves ! " He lies there ; — are ye greater than before ? Beyond the door the world he carried waits To fall upon your staggering feebleness And loosen into chaos once again. Flee ye, indeed ! From that still figure prone Stretches a shadow that may well affray. Living, it alternated with the sun ; Dead, it creeps onward, licking up the light. So have ye chilled the pulses of the world Into stagnation. Flee, and be content ! 1895 PRECEDING PUBLICATION OF LEMPERLY, HILLIARD, AND HOPKINS. The Way a Soul Dies. By Orville E. Watson. 200 copies. i6mo. 72 pp. Boards. All sold. -oV^^ ; 5°^ •^oV* ^ % •%.<' J*. ^o. V K^*^°- NovDec 1988 Qua'cv Sounc -C^^^- .jrTTt-,