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New York Nocturnes
And Other Poems

By
Charles G. D. Roberts

Lamson, Wolffe and Company
Boston, New York and London
MDCCCXCVIII

To Her, when life was little worth,

When hope, a tide run low,

Between dim shores of emptiness

Almost forgot to flow,—

Faint with the city’s fume and stress

I came at night to Her.

Her cool white fingers on my face—

How wonderful they were!

More dear they were to fevered lids

Than lilies cooled in dew.

They touched my lips with tenderness,

Till life was born anew.

The city’s clamour died in calm;

And once again I heard

The moon-white woodland stillnesses

Enchanted by a bird;

The wash of far, remembered waves;

The sigh of lapsing streams;

And one old garden’s lilac leaves

Conferring in their dreams.

A breath from childhood daisy fields

Came back to me again,

Here in the city’s weary miles

Of city-wearied men.

New York Nocturnes
Ὦ Θεοί, τίς ἆρα Κύπρις, ἢ τίς ἵμερος, τοῦδε ξυνήψατο;

Not in the eyed, expectant gloom,

Where soaring peaks repose

And incommunicable space

Companions with the snows;

Not in the glimmering dusk that crawls

Upon the clouded sea,

Where bourneless wave on bourneless wave

Complains continually;

Not in the palpable dark of woods

Where groping hands clutch fear,

Does Night her deeps of solitude

Reveal unveiled as here.

The street is a grim cañon carved

In the eternal stone,

That knows no more the rushing stream

It anciently has known.

The emptying tide of life has drained

The iron channel dry.

Strange winds from the forgotten day

Draw down, and dream, and sigh.

The narrow heaven, the desolate moon

Made wan with endless years,

Seem less immeasurably remote

Than laughter, love, or tears.

Here the night is fierce with light,

Here the great wheels come and go,

Here are partings, waitings, meetings,

Mysteries of joy and woe.

Here is endless haste and change,

Here the ache of streaming eyes,

Radiance of expectant faces,

Breathless askings, brief replies.

Here the jarred, tumultuous air

Throbs and pauses like a bell,

Gladdens with delight of greeting,

Sighs and sorrows with farewell.

Here, ah, here with hungry eyes

I explore the passing throng.

Restless I await your coming

Whose least absence is so long.

Faces, faces pass me by,

Meaningless, and blank, and dumb,

Till my heart grows faint and sickens

Lest at last you should not come.

Then—I see you. And the blood

Surges back to heart and brain.

Eyes meet mine,—and Heaven opens.

You are at my side again.

I have a garden in the city’s grime

Where secretly my heart keeps summer time;

Where blow such airs of rapture on my eyes

As those blest dreamers know in Paradise,

Who after lives of longing come at last

Where anguish of vain love is overpast.

When the broad noon lies shadeless on the street,

And traffic roars, and toilers faint with heat,

Where men forget that ever woods were green,

The wonders of my garden are not seen.

Only at night the magic doors disclose

Its labyrinths of lavender and rose;

And honeysuckle, white beneath its moon,

Whispers me softly thou art coming soon;

And led by Love’s white hand upon my wrist

Beside its glimmering fountains I keep tryst.

O Love, this moving fragrance on my hair,—

Is it thy breath, or some enchanted air

From far, uncharted realms of mystery

Which I have dreamed of but shall never see?

O Love, this low, wild music in my ears,

Is it the heart-beat of thy hopes and fears,

Or the faint cadence of some fairy song

On winds of boyhood memory blown along?

O Love, what poignant ecstasy is this

Upon my lips and eyes? Thy touch,—thy kiss.

Here is the street

Made holy by the passing of her feet,—

The little, tender feet, more sweet than myrrh,

Which I have washed with tears for love of her.

Here she has gone

Until the very stones have taken on

A glory from her passing, and the place

Is tremulous with memory of her face.

Here is the room

That holds the light to lighten all my gloom.

Beyond that blank white window she is sleeping

Who hath my hope, my health, my fame, in keeping.

A little peace

Here for a little, ere my vigil cease

And I turn homeward, shaken with the strife

Of hope that struggles hopeless, sick for life.

Surely the power

That lifted me from darkness that one hour

To a dear heaven whereof no word can tell

Not wantonly will thrust me back to hell.

I talked about you, Dear, the other night,

Having myself alone with my delight.

Alone with dreams and memories of you,

All the divine-houred summer stillness through

I talked of life, of love the always new,

Of tears, and joy,—yet only talked of you.

To the sweet air

That breathed upon my face

The spirit of lilies in a leafy place,

Your breath’s caress, the lingering of your hair,

I said—“In all your wandering through the dusk,

Your waitings on the marriages of flowers

Through the long, intimate hours

When soul and sense, desire and love confer,

You must have known the best that God has made.

What do you know of Her?”

Said the sweet air—

“Since I have touched her lips,

Bringing the consecration of her kiss,

Half passion and half prayer,

And all for you,

My various lore has suffered an eclipse.

I have forgot all else of sweet I knew.”

To the wise earth,

Kind, and companionable, and dewy cool,

Fair beyond words to tell, as you are fair,

And cunning past compare

To leash all heaven in a windless pool,

I said—“The mysteries of death and birth

Are in your care.

You love, and sleep; you drain life to the lees;

And wonderful things you know.

Angels have visited you, and at your knees

Learned what I learn forever at her eyes,

The pain that still enhances Paradise.

You in your breast felt her first pulses stir;

And you have thrilled to the light touch of her feet,

Blindingly sweet.

Now make me wise with some new word of Her.”

Said the wise earth—

“She is not all my child.

But the wild spirit that rules her heart-beats wild

Is of diviner birth

And kin to the unknown light beyond my ken.

All I can give to Her have I not given?

Strength to be glad, to suffer, and to know;

The sorcery that subdues the souls of men;

The beauty that is as the shadow of heaven;

The hunger of love

And unspeakable joy thereof.

And these are dear to Her because of you.

You need no word of mine to make you wise

Who worship at her eyes

And find there life and love forever new!”

To the white stars,

Eternal and all-seeing,

In their wide home beyond the wells of being,

I said—“There is a little cloud that mars

The mystical perfection of her kiss.

Mine, mine, She is,

As far as lip to lip, and heart to heart;

And spirit to spirit when lips and hands must part,

Can make her mine. But there is more than this,—

More, more of Her to know.

For still her soul escapes me unaware,

To dwell in secret where I may not go.

Take, and uplift me. Make me wholly Hers.”

Said the white stars, the heavenly ministers,—

“This life is brief, but it is only one.

Before to-morrow’s sun

For one or both of you it may be done.

This love of yours is only just begun.

Will all the ecstasy that may be won

Before this life its little course has run

At all suffice

The love that agonizes in your eyes?

Therefore be wise.

Content you with the wonder of love that lies

Between her lips and underneath her eyes.

If more you should surprise,

What would be left to hope from Paradise?

In other worlds expect another joy

Of Her, which blundering fate shall not annoy,

Nor time nor change destroy.”

So, Dear, I talked the long, divine night through,

And felt you in the chrismal balms of dew.

The thing then learned

Has ever since within my bosom burned—

One life is not enough for love of you.

The large first stars come out

Above the open hill,

And in the west the light

Is lingering still.

The wide and tranquil air

Of evening washes cool

On open hill, and vale,

And shining pool.

The calm of endless time

Is in the spacious hour,

Whose mystery unfolds

To perfect flower.

The silence and my heart

Expect a voice I know,—

A voice we have not heard

Since long ago.

Since long ago thy face,

Thy smile, I may not see,

True comrade, whom the veil

Divides from me.

But when earth’s hidden word

I almost understand,

I dream that on my lips

I feel thy hand.

Thy presence is the light

Upon the open hill.

Thou walkest with me here,

True comrade still.

My pain and my unrest

Thou tak’st into thy care.

The world becomes a dream,

And life a prayer.

How long it was I did not know,

That I had waited, watched, and feared.

It seemed a thousand years ago

The last pale lights had disappeared.

I knew the place was a narrow room

Up, up beyond the reach of doom.

Then came a light more red than flame;—

No sun-dawn, but the soul laid bare

Of earth and sky and sea became

A presence burning everywhere;

And I was glad my narrow room

Was high above the reach of doom.

Windows there were in either wall,

Deep cleft, and set with radiant glass,

Wherethrough I watched the mountains fall,

The ages wither up and pass.

I knew their doom could never climb

My tower beyond the tops of Time.

A sea of faces then I saw,

Of men who had been, men long dead.

Figured with dreams of joy and awe

The heavens unrolled in lambent red;

While far below the faces cried—

“Give us the dream for which we died!”

Ever the woven shapes rolled by

Above the faces hungering.

With quiet and incurious eye

I noted many a wondrous thing,—

Seas of clear glass, and singing streams,

In that high pageantry of dreams;

Cities of sard and chrysoprase

Where choired Hosannas never cease;

Valhallas of celestial frays,

And lotus-pools of endless peace;

But still the faces gaped and cried—

“Give us the dream for which we died!”

At length my quiet heart was stirred,

Hearing them cry so long in vain.

But while I listened for a word

That should translate them from their pain,

I saw that here and there a face

Shone, and was lifted from its place,

And flashed into the moving dome

An ecstasy of prismed fire.

And then said I, “A soul has come

To the deep zenith of desire!”

But still I wondered if it knew

The dream for which it died was true.

I wondered—who shall say how long?

(One heart-beat?—Thrice ten thousand years?)

Till suddenly there was no throng

Of faces to arraign the spheres,—

No more white faces there to cry

To those great pageants of the sky.

Then quietly I grew aware

Of one who came with eyes of bliss

And brow of calm and lips of prayer.

Said I—“How wonderful is this!

Where are the faces once that cried—

‘Give us the dream for which we died’?”

The answer fell as soft as sleep,—

“I am of those who, having cried

So long in that tumultuous deep,

Have won the dream for which we died.”

And then said I—“Which dream was true?

For many were revealed to you!”

He answered—“To the soul made wise

All true, all beautiful they seem.

But the white peace that fills our eyes

Outdoes desire, outreaches dream.

For we are come unto the place

Where always we behold God’s face!”

Behind the veil that men call sleep

I came upon a golden land.

A golden light was in the leaves

And on the amethystine strand.

Amber and gold and emerald

The unimaginable wood.

And in a joy I could not name

Beside the emerald stream I stood.

Down from a violet hill came one

Running to meet me on the shore.

I clasped his hand. He seemed to be

One I had long been waiting for.

All the sweet sounds I ever heard

In his low greeting seemed to blend.

His were the eyes of my true love.

His was the mouth of my true friend.

We spoke; and the transfigured words

Meant more than words had ever meant.

Our lips at last forgot to speak,

For silence was so eloquent.

We floated in the emerald stream;

We wandered in the wondrous wood.

His soul to me was clear as light.

My inmost thought he understood.

Only to be was to be glad.

Life, like a rainbow, filled our eyes.

In comprehending comradeship

Each moment seemed a Paradise.

And often, in the after years,

I and my dream-fellow were one

For hours together in that land

Behind the moon, beyond the sun.

At last, in the tumultuous dream

That men call life, I chanced to be

One day amid the city throng

Where the great piers oppose the sea.

A giant ship was swinging off

For other seas and other skies.

Amid the voyaging companies

I saw his face, I saw his eyes.

Oh, passionately through the crowd

I thrust, and then—our glances met!

Across the widening gulf we gazed,

With white set lips, and eyes grown wet.

And all day long my heart was faint

With parting pangs and tears unwept;

Till night brought comfort, for he came

To meet me, smiling, when I slept.

Beyond the veil that men call sleep

We met, within that golden land.

He said—or I—“We grieved to-day.

But now, more wise, we understand!

“Communing in the common world,

The flesh, for us, would be a bar.

Strange would be our familiar speech;

And earth would seem no more a star.

“We’d know no more the golden leaves

Beside the amethystine deep;

We’d see no more each other’s thought

Behind the veil that men call sleep!”

This giant nerve, at whose command

The world’s great pulses throb or sleep,—

It threads the undiscerned repose

Of the dark bases of the deep.

Around it settle in the calm

Fine tissues that a breath might mar,

Nor dream what fiery tidings pass,

What messages of storm and war.

Far over it, where filtered gleams

Faintly illume the mid-sea day,

Strange, pallid forms of fish or weed

In the obscure tide softly sway.

And higher, where the vagrant waves

Frequent the white, indifferent sun,

Where ride the smoke-blue hordes of rain

And the long vapors lift and run,

Passes perhaps some lonely ship

With exile hearts that homeward ache,—

While far beneath is flashed a word

That soon shall bid them bleed or break.

The red and yellow of the Autumn salt-grass,

The gray flats, and the yellow-gray full tide,

The lonely stacks, the grave expanse of marshes,—

O Land wherein my memories abide,

I have come back that you may make me tranquil,

Resting a little at your heart of peace,

Remembering much amid your serious leisure,

Forgetting more amid your large release.

For yours the wisdom of the night and morning,

The word of the inevitable years,

The open Heaven’s unobscured communion,

And the dim whisper of the wheeling spheres.

The great things and the terrible I bring you,

To be illumined in your spacious breath,—

Love, and the ashes of desire, and anguish,

Strange laughter, and the unhealing wound of death.

These in the world, all these, have come upon me,

Leaving me mute and shaken with surprise.

Oh, turn them in your measureless contemplation,

And in their mastery teach me to be wise.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter,

Over the wild world rolls the year.

Comes June to the rose-red tamarack buds,

But Marjory comes not here.

The pastures miss her; the house without her

Grows forgotten, and gray, and old;

The wind, and the lonely light of the sun,

Are heavy with tears untold.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter,

Morning, evening, over and o’er!

The swallow returns to the nested rafter,

But Marjory comes no more.

The gray barn-doors in the long wind rattle

Hour by hour of the long white day.

The horses fret by the well-filled manger

Since Marjory went away.

The sheep she fed at the bars await her.

The milch cows low for her down the lane.

They long for her light, light hand at the milking,—

They long for her hand in vain.

Spring, summer, autumn, winter,

Morning and evening, over and o’er!

The bees come back with the willow catkins,

But Marjory comes no more.

The voice of the far-off city called to her.

Was it long years or an hour ago?

She went away, with dear eyes weeping,

To a world she did not know.

The berried pastures they could not keep her,

The brook, nor the buttercup-golden hill,

Nor even the long, long love familiar,—

The strange voice called her still.

She would not stay for the old home garden;—

The scarlet poppy, the mignonette,

The fox-glove bell, and the kind-eyed pansy,

Their hearts will not forget.

Oh, that her feet had not forgotten

The woodland country, the homeward way!

Oh, to look out of the sad, bright window

And see her come back, some day!

Spring, summer, autumn, winter,

Over the wild world rolls the year.

Comes joy to the bird on the nested rafter;

But Marjory comes not here.

When the gray lake-water rushes

Past the dripping alder bushes,

And the bodeful autumn wind

In the fir-tree weeps and hushes,—

When the air is sharply damp

Round the solitary camp,

And the moose-bush in the thicket

Glimmers like a scarlet lamp,—

When the birches twinkle yellow,

And the cornel bunches mellow,

And the owl across the twilight

Trumpets to his downy fellow,—

When the nut-fed chipmunks romp

Through the maples’ crimson pomp,

And the slim viburnum flushes

In the darkness of the swamp,—

When the blueberries are dead,

When the rowan clusters red,

And the shy bear, summer-sleekened,

In the bracken makes his bed,—

On a day there comes once more

To the latched and lonely door,

Down the wood-road striding silent,

One who has been here before.

Green spruce branches for his head,

Here he makes his simple bed,

Couching with the sun, and rising

When the dawn is frosty red.

All day long he wanders wide

With the gray moss for his guide,

And his lonely axe-stroke startles

The expectant forest-side.

Toward the quiet close of day

Back to camp he takes his way,

And about his sober footsteps

Unafraid the squirrels play.

On his roof the red leaf falls,

At his door the blue-jay calls,

And he hears the wood-mice hurry

Up and down his rough log walls;

Hears the laughter of the loon

Thrill the dying afternoon,—

Hears the calling of the moose

Echo to the early moon.

And he hears the partridge drumming,

The belated hornet humming,—

All the faint, prophetic sounds

That foretell the winter’s coming.

And the wind about his eaves

Through the chilly night-wet grieves,

And the earth’s dumb patience fills him,

Fellow to the falling leaves.

Above the blindness of content,

The ignorance of ease,

Inhabiting within his soul

A shrine of memories,

Between the silences of sleep

Attentively he hears

The endless crawling sob and strain,

The spending of the years.

He sees the lapsing stream go by

His unperturbed face,

Out of a dark, into a dark,

Across a lighted space.

He calls it Life, this lighted space

Upon the moving flood.

He sees the water white with tears,

He sees it red with blood.

And many specks upon the tide

He sees and marks by name,—

Motes of a day, and fools of Fate,

And challengers of fame;

With here a people, there a babe,

A blossom, or a crown,—

They whirl a little, gleam, and pass,

Or in the eddies drown.

He waits. He waits one day to see

The lapsing of the stream,

The eddying forms, the darknesses,

Dissolve into a dream.

O Thou who hast beneath Thy hand

The dark foundations of the land,—

The motion of whose ordered thought

An instant universe hath wrought,—

Who hast within Thine equal heed

The rolling sun, the ripening seed,

The azure of the speedwell’s eye,

The vast solemnities of sky,—

Who hear’st no less the feeble note

Of one small bird’s awakening throat,

Than that unnamed, tremendous chord

Arcturus sounds before his Lord,—

More sweet to Thee than all acclaim

Of storm and ocean, stars and flame,

In favour more before Thy face

Than pageantry of time and space,

The worship and the service be

Of him Thou madest most like Thee,—

Who in his nostrils hath Thy breath,

Whose spirit is the lord of death!

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NEW YORK NOCTURNES
	PAGE
The Ideal	5
In the Crowd	9
Night in a Down-town Street	10
At the Railway Station	13
Nocturnes of the Honeysuckle, I	16
Nocturnes of the Honeysuckle, II	17
My Garden	18
Presence	21
Twilight on Sixth Avenue	22
The Street Lamps	24
In Darkness	25
In the Solitude of the City	26
A Nocturne of Exile	28
A Street Vigil	30
A Nocturne of Trysting	32
In a City Room	34
A Nocturne of Consecration	36

7OTHER POEMS
An Evening Communion	45
Life and Art	48
Beyond the Tops of Time	49
Dream-Fellows	55
The Atlantic Cable	61
When the Clover Blooms Again	63
At Tide Water	65
The Falling Leaves	67
Marjory	68
The Solitary Woodsman	72
The Stirrup Cup	77
Ice	78
The Hermit	79
“O Thou who bidd’st”	82
Ascription	83

The Project Gutenberg eBook of New York Nocturnes, and Other Poems

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New York Nocturnes
And Other Poems

THE IDEAL

CONTENTS

In the Crowd

Night in a Down-town Street

At the Railway Station

Nocturnes of the Honeysuckle
I

Nocturnes of the Honeysuckle
II

My Garden

Presence

Twilight on Sixth Avenue

The Street Lamps

In Darkness

In the Solitude of the City

A Nocturne of Exile

A Street Vigil

A Nocturne of Trysting

In a City Room

A Nocturne of Consecration

An Evening Communion

Life and Art

Beyond the Tops of Time

Dream-Fellows

The Atlantic Cable

When the Clover blooms again

At Tide Water

The Falling Leaves

Marjory

The Solitary Woodsman

The Stirrup Cup

Ice

The Hermit

“O Thou who bidd’st”

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THE IDEAL

CONTENTS

In the Crowd

Night in a Down-town Street

At the Railway Station

Nocturnes of the Honeysuckle I

Nocturnes of the Honeysuckle II

My Garden

Presence

Twilight on Sixth Avenue

The Street Lamps

In Darkness

In the Solitude of the City

A Nocturne of Exile

A Street Vigil

A Nocturne of Trysting

In a City Room

A Nocturne of Consecration

An Evening Communion

Life and Art

Beyond the Tops of Time

Dream-Fellows

The Atlantic Cable

When the Clover blooms again

At Tide Water

The Falling Leaves

Marjory

The Solitary Woodsman

The Stirrup Cup

Ice

The Hermit

“O Thou who bidd’st”

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And Other Poems

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I

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