Poetessa, nato venerdì 10 dicembre 1830 a Amherst, Massachusetts (USA - Stati Uniti d'America), morto sabato 15 maggio 1886 a Amherst, Massachusetts (USA - Stati Uniti d'America)
There is a morn by men unseen - Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their seraphic May - And all day long, with dance and game, And gambol I may never name - Employ their holiday. Here to light measure, move the feet Which walk no more the village street - Nor by the wood are found - Here are the birds that sought the sun When last year's distaff idle hung And summer's brows were bound.
Ne'er saw I such a wondrous scene - Ne'er such a ring on such a green - Nor so serene array - As if the stars some summer night Should swing their cups of Chrysolite - And revel till the day -
Like thee to dance - like thee to sing - People upon the mystic green - I ask, each new May morn. I wait thy far - fantastic bells - Announcing me in other dells - Unto the different dawn!
I had a guinea golden - I lost it in the sand - And thò the sum was simple And pounds were in the land - Still, had it such a value Unto my frugal eye - That when I could not find it - I sat me down to sigh. I had a crimson Robin - Who sang full many a day But when the woods were painted - He - too - did fly away - Time brought me other Robins - Their ballads were the same - Still, for my missing Troubadour I kept the "house at hame".
I had a star in heaven - One "Pleiad" was it's name - And when I was not heeding, It wandered from the same - And thò the skies are crowded - And all the night ashine - I do not care about it - Since none of them are mine -
My story has a moral - I have a missing friend - "Pleiad" it's name -and Robin - And guinea in the sand - And when this mournful ditty Accompanied with tear - Shall meet the eye of traitor In country far from here - Grant that repentance solemn May seize upon his mind - And he no consolation Beneath the sun may find.
All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May - It rises train by train - Then sleeps in state again - My chancel - all the plain Today. To lose - if One can find again - To miss - if One shall meet - The Burglar cannot rob - then - The Broker cannot cheat. So build the hillocks gaily Thou little spade of mine Leaving nooks for Daisy And for Columbine - You and I the secret Of the Crocus know - Let us chant it softly - "There is no more snow!"
To him who keeps an Orchis' heart - The swamps are pink with June
Distrustful of the Gentian - And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Chid my perfidy - Weary for my —— I will singing go - I shall not feel the sleet - then - I shall not fear the snow. Flees so the phantom meadow Before the breathless Bee - So bubble brooks in deserts On ears that dying lie - Burn so the evening spires To eyes that Closing go - Hangs so distant Heaven - To a hand below
A sepal - petal - and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn - A flask of Dew - A Bee or two - A Breeze - a caper in the trees - And I'm a Rose! Un sepalo, un petalo e una spina In un comune mattino d'estate; Un fiasco di rugiada, un'ape o due, Una brezza, Un frullo in mezzo agli alberi; Ed io sono una rosa!
The Gentian weaves her fringes - The Maple's loom is red - My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but patient illness - An hour to prepare - And one below, this morning Is where the angels are - It was a short procession - The Bobolink was there - An aged Bee addressed us - And then we knelt in prayer - We trust that she was willing - We ask that we may be - Summer - Sister - Seraph! Let us go with thee!
In the name of the Bee - And of the Butterfly - And of the Breeze - Amen!
Baffled for just a day or two - Embarrassed - not afraid - Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid! She beckons, and the Woods start - She nods, and all begin - Surely, such a country I was never in
Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town? So sailors say - on yesterday - Just as the dusk was brown One little boat gave up it's strife And gurgled down and down.
So angels say - on yesterday - Just as the dawn was red One little boat - o'erspent with gales - Retrimmed it's masts - redecked it's sails - And shot - exultant on!
If those I loved were lost The Crier's voice w'd tell me - If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent w'd ring - Did those I loved repose The Daisy would impel me. Philip - when bewildered Bore his riddle in!