Also, upon the plumes of the bird are put the colors of the air; on these the gold of the cloud, that cannot be gathered by any covetousness; the rubies of the clouds; the vermilion of the cloud-bar, and the flame 5 of the cloud-crest, and the snow of the cloud, and its shadow, and the melted blue of the deep wells of the sky, all these, seized by the creating spirit, and woven into films and threads of plume; with wave on wave following and fading along breast, and throat, 10 and opened wings, infinite as the dividing of the foam and the sifting of the sea-sand; even the white down of the cloud seeming to flutter up between the stronger plumes, seen, but too soft for touch. And so the Spirit of the Air is put into, and upon, 15 this created form; and it becomes, through twenty centuries, the symbol of divine help, descending, as the Fire, to speak, but as the Dove, to bless. The deep of air that surrounds 'the earth enters into union with the earth at its surface, and with its waters, 20 so as to be the apparent cause of their ascending into life. First, it warms them, and shades, at once, staying the heat of the sun's rays in its own body, but warding their force with its clouds. It warms and cools at once, with traffic of balm and frost; so that the white wreaths 25 are withdrawn from the field of the Swiss peasant by the glow of Libyan rock. It gives its own strength to the sea; forms and fills every cell of its foam; sustains the precipices, and designs the valleys of its waves; gives the gleam to their moving under the night, and the white fire to their plains under sunrise; lifts their voices along the rocks, bears above them the spray of birds, pencils through them the dimpling of unfooted sands. It gathers out of them a portion in the hollow of its hand: dyes, with that, 5 the hills into dark blue, and their glaciers with dying rose; inlays with that, for sapphire, the dome in which it has to set the cloud; shapes out of that the heavenly flocks; divides them, numbers, cherishes, bears them on its bosom, calls them to their journeys, waits by their 10 rest; feeds from them the brooks that cease not, and strews with them the dews that cease. It spins and weaves their fleece into wild tapestry, rends it, and renews; and flits and flames, and whispers, among the golden threads, thrilling them with a plec- 15 trum of strange fire that traverses them to and fro, and is enclosed in them like life. It enters into the surface of the earth, subdues it, and falls together with it into fruitful dust, from which can be moulded flesh; it joins itself, in dew, to the substance 20 of adamant, and becomes the green leaf out of the dry ground; enters into the separated shapes of the earth it has tempered, commands the ebb and flow of the current of their life, fills their limbs with its own lightness, measures their existence by its indwelling pulse, moulds upon 25. their lips the words by which one soul can be known to another; is to them the hearing of the ear, and the beating of the heart; and, passing away, leaves them to the peace that hears and moves no more. From "Athena, Queen of the Air." THANATOPSIS. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. For an account of Bryant's life see Book IV. To him who in the love of Nature holds Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Shalt thou retire alone nor couldst thou wish That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, That slumber in its bosom. - Take the wings Of morning, and pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Save his own dashings-yet the dead are there; His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes So live, that when thy summons comes to join Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, |