SCYTHE SONG M OWERS, weary and brown, and blithe, What is the word methinks ye know, Endless over-word that the Scythe Sings to the blades of the grass below? Scythes that swing in the grass and clover, Something, still, they say as they pass; What is the word that, over and over, Sings the Scythe to the flowers and grass? Hush, ah, hush, the Scythes are saying, Hush, ah, hush! and the Scythes are swinging ANDREW LANG. AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES I STANDISH SAT one evening in my room, In that sweet hour of twilight When blended thoughts, half light, half gloom, While embers dropped like falling stars, I sat and mused; the fire burned low, My pictures (they are very few, The heads of ancient wise men) Smoothed down their knotted fronts and grew As rosy as excisemen. My antique high-backed Spanish chair Felt thrills through wood and leather, That had been strangers since whilere 'Mid Andalusian heather, 152 MILES STANDISH The oak that built its sturdy frame His happy arms stretched over The ox whose fortunate hide became It came out in that famous bark, For furniture decrepit; For, as that saved of bird and beast So has the seed of these increased Kings sit, they say, in slippery seats; Of ice the northern voyager meets I offer to all bores this perch, With heads as void as week-day church, Salt of the earth! in what queer Guys Thou'rt fond of crystallizing! MILES STANDISH My wonder, then, was not unmixed When, as my roving eyes grew fixed Whose doublet plain and plainer hose Now even such men as Nature forms Once turned to ghosts by hungry worms, Who knows, thought I, but he has come, Behind my wainscot buried? There is a buccaneerish air About that garb outlandish Just then the ghost drew up his chair "I come from Plymouth, deadly bored 153 154 MILES STANDISH They understand us Pilgrims! they, Smooth men with rosy faces, Strength's knots and gnarls all pared away, "We had some toughness in our grain, Not just the one that lights the brain "He had stiff knees, the Puritan, He thought was worth defending; "These loud ancestral boasts of yours, When slavery grasped at Texas? Such stalwart men as these are." |