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Stowe, Harriet Beecher, 1811-1896 [1841], Mark Meriden (Isaac H. Cady, Providence) [word count] [eaf382]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
BY FRANCIS W. THOMAS, How beautiful is woman's life, When first her suppliant woos and kneels, And she with young and warm hopes rife, Believes he deeply feels. Then day is gladness, and the night Looks on her with its starry eyes, As though it gave her all their might Over men's destinies. Wrapt watchers of the skicy gleam, Then men are like astronomers Who gaze and gladden at the beam Of that bright eye of hers. And if a frown obscure its light, 'Tis like a cloud to star-struck men, Through the long watches of the night, — Oh! for that beam again!
How heart-struck that astrologer, A gazer on the starry zone, When first he looked in vain for her, The lovely Pleiad gone. But men watch not the stars always — And though the Pleiad may be lost, Yet still there are a thousand rays From the surrounding host. And woman, long before the grave Closes above her dreamless rest, May be man's empress and his slave, And his discarded jest. Still may that Pleiad shine afar, But pleasure-led o,er summer seas, Who dwells upon a single star Amid the Pleiades. Man courts the constellations bright, That beam upon his bounding bark, Nor thinks upon the left lone light, 'Till all above is dark. Then when he knows nor land nor main, And darkly is his frail bark tossed, He counts the separate stars in vain And mourns the Pleiad lost.
Stowe, Harriet Beecher, 1811-1896 [1841], Mark Meriden (Isaac H. Cady, Providence) [word count] [eaf382]. |
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