"Night's candles are burnt out and jocund day and "But look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill." Tennyson has: "Morn in the white wake of the morning star, Sterling has: "Morn comes drifting on its golden tides." When it is undertaken to embody the emotion aroused by certain aspects of nature, the nature quality becomes secondary to the human qualities the poet sees mirrored in the phenomena. This results in such poetic conceptions, quoted later on, as Edwin Markham's "The Joy of the Hills,' " Herbert Bashford's "The Song of the Forest Ranger,” Ina Coolbrith's "In Blossom Time," Barry Cornwall's "The Sea," and Robert Browning's lines from "Saul" beginning, “O our manhood's prime vigor" and ending, “Forever in Joy." These are the record of man's joy in nature. The first mentioned is the type. It is later given in full. All these poems when interpreted with the rhythmic swing belonging to them will strongly appeal to the older children. In a group by themselves are those verses which are supposedly attempts to reproduce the notes of certain birds. The "Song of the Brown Thrush" by Henry van Dyke, and "The Voice of the Dove" by Joaquin Miller are really reflections of bits of Philosophy which the author chooses to realize in the bird song, thus: THE SONG OF THE BROWN THRUSH. What luck? Good enough for me! No repining; Idle sorrow; Cover it up! Don't spill it, Steady, be ready, Good luck! -Henry van Dyke. (By permission of the author, Chas. Scribners' Sons, Publishers.) So also in "The Voice of the Dove" already quoted. It should be remarked that only lines of the type of "Today I saw the dragonfly" are usually strictly interpreted as nature poetry. It is noticed that poems like the last two quoted, when literally construed ascribe to the birds powers of feeling and reason they do not posses. This quality of literature, however, is valuable as beautifully calling attention to the particular nature-object. James Whitcomb Riley's lines beginning: "Little brook Little brook! further illustrate the beauty of this kind of nature production. The following poems are striking as they combine with wonderful pictures of nature, wildness and swing of melody unrivaled. THE SEA. The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea! It runneth the earth's wide regions round; I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea! I am where I would ever be; With the blue above, and the blue below, If a storm should come and awake the deep, I love (oh! how I love) to ride. I never was on the dull tame shore The waves were white, and red the morn, I have lived since then, in calm and strife, With wealth to spend and a power to range, THE JOY OF THE HILLS. I ride on the mountain tops, I ride; From steep to steep: Over my head through the branches high The tall oats brush my horse's flanks; I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget, All the terror and pain I am lifted clate-the skies expand: Here the world's heaped gold is a pile of sand. I swing on as one in a dream-I swing My body's a bough in the wind, my heart a bird! -Edwin Markham. (By permission of the author, McClure Phillips & Co., Publishers.) IN BLOSSOM TIME. It's O my heart, my heart, To be out in the sun and sing- Sing loud, O bird in the tree; O bird, sing aloud in the sky, And honey-bees, blacken the clover seas- The leaves laugh low in the wind, Laugh low, with the wind at play; For O but the world is fair, is fair- I will out in the gold of the blossoming mould, |