The bloodless stabber calls by night- 7. For those the sculptor's marble bust, The anthems pealing o'er their dust 8. For these the blossom-sprinkled turf. 9. Two paths lead upward from below, Who count each burning life-drop's flow, 10 Though from the Hero's bleeding breast 11. While Valor's haughty champions wait Love walks unchallenged through the gate, O. W. HOLMES. 188. DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR. 1. PULL knee-deep lies the winter-snow, And the winter-winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church-bell, sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low; For the old year lies a-dying. You came to us so readily, 2. He lieth still: he doth not move: He hath no other life above. He gave me a friend and a true, true love, Old year, you must not go; So long as you have been with us, Such joy as you have seen with us, Old year, you 3.. He frothed his bumpers to the brim; Old year, you shall not die; 4. He was full of joke and jest; Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friends, And the new year, blithe and bold, my friends, 5. How hard he breathes! o'er the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The cricket chirps-the light burns low- Shake hands before you die! Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. 6. His face is growing sharp and thin;- Close up his eyes-tie up his chin- And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friends, The new year's at the door. ALFRED TENNYSON 1 189. THE CLOSING SCENE. ITHIN this sober realm of leafless trees, When all the fields are lying brown and bare. 3. All sights were mellow'd' and all sounds subdued, 4. The embattled forests, erewhile arm'd in gold, 5. On slumberous wings the vulture tried his flight; The village church-vane seem'd to pale and faint. 6. The sentinel cock upon the hill-side crewCrew thrice, and all was stiller than before Růs' set, of a reddish-brown color.- Al tårn' ate, by turns; one after another. Silent till some replying wanderer blew His alien' horn, and then was heard no more. 7. Where erst the jay within the elm's tall crest, Made garrulous trouble round the unfledged young; 8. Where sang the noisy masons of the eaves, The busy swallows circling ever near, Foreboding, as the rustic mind believes, An early harvest and a plenteous year, 9. Where every bird which charm'd the vernal feast Shook the sweet slumber from its wings at morn, To warn the reapers of the rosy east,— All now was songless, empty, and forlorn. 10. Alone, from out the stubble piped the quail, And croak'd the crow through all the dreamy gloom, Alone the pheasant, drumming in the vale, Made echo to the distant cottage loom. 11. There was no bud, no bloom upon the bowers; . Sail'd slowly by-pass'd noiseless out of sight. the porch 12. Amid all this, in this most cheerless air, 13. Amid all this, the center of the scene, The white-hair'd matron, with monotonous tread, 'Alien (ål' yen), foreign; distant; belonging to another country.— 'Gårʼru loůs, talkative; prating continually.- Drům' ming, the pheas ant is a bird similar to the partridge; and the latter bird, at certain seasons of the year, makes a drumming noise, which is heard at a great distance. In poetry, the partridge is frequently called a pheasant.-In vert' ed, turned upside down. Plied her swift wheel, and with her joyless mien 14. She had known sorrow, he had walk'd with her, 15. While yet her cheek was bright with summer bloom, 16. Regave the swords-but not the hand that drew, 17. Long, but not loud, the droning wheel went on, Breathed through her lips a sad and tremulous tune. 18. At last the thread was snapp'd, her head was bow'd; Life droop'd the distaff through his hands serene, And loving neighbors smooth'd her careful shroud,While Death and Winter closed the autumn scene. |