The Singing Man: A Book of Songs and Shadows — John Shaqi
The Singing Man: A Book of Songs and ShadowsPeabody, Josephine Preston
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The Singing Man: A Book of Songs and Shadows
Peabody, Josephine Preston
Poetry
THE SINGING MAN
A Book of Songs and
Shadows
By JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY
[Illustration]
_BOSTON_ and _NEW YORK_
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
1911
COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY JOSEPHINE PEABODY MARKS
_Published November 1911_
NOTE
Thanks are especially due to the editors of The American Magazine,
Scribner's, The Atlantic Monthly, and to Messrs. Harper and Brothers,
for their courteous permission to reprint certain of the poems included
in this volume.
FOREWORD
We make our songs as we must, from fragments of the joy and sorrow of
living. What Life itself may be, we cannot know till all men share the
chance to know.
Until the day of some more equal portion, there is no human brightness
unhaunted by this black shadow: the thought of those unnumbered who pay
all the heavier cost of life, to live and die without knowledge that
there is any Joy of Living.
No song could face such blackness, but for the will to share, and for
hope of the day of sharing.
Upon that hope and that mindfulness, the poems in this book are linked
together.
J.P.M.
4 October, 1911.
CONTENTS
THE SINGING MAN 3
THE TREES 15
_O, do you remember? How it came to be?_ 21
RICH MAN, POOR MAN 23
_But we did walk in Eden_ 29
THE FOUNDLING 31
_Love sang to me. And I went down the stair_ 35
THE FEASTER 37
_Belovèd, if the moon could weep_ 43
THE GOLDEN SHOES 45
NOON AT PÆSTUM 47
VESTAL FLAME 48
_The dark had left no speech save hand-in-hand_ 51
THE PROPHET 53
THE LONG LANE 56
_Ah but, Belovèd, men may do_ 59
ALISON'S MOTHER TO THE BROOK 61
_You, Four Walls, wall not in my heart!_ 65
CANTICLE OF THE BABE 67
_And thou, Wayfaring Woman whom I meet_ 73
GLADNESS 75
THE NIGHTINGALE UNHEARD 81
_Envoi_ 87
THE SINGING MAN
AN ODE OF THE PORTION OF LABOR
'_The profit of the Earth is for all._'
--ECCLESIASTES.
THE SINGING MAN
I
He sang above the vineyards of the world.
And after him the vines with woven hands
Clambered and clung, and everywhere unfurled
Triumphing green above the barren lands;
Till high as gardens grow, he climbed, he stood,
Sun-crowned with life and strength, and singing toil,
And looked upon his work; and it was good:
The corn, the wine, the oil.
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