 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
BERMOOTHES.
Under the eaves of a Southern sky,
Where the cloud roof bends to the ocean floor,
Hid in lonely seas, the Bermoothes lie;
An emerald cluster that Neptune bore
Away from the covetous earth-god's sight,
And placed in a setting of sapphire light.
Where the cloud roof bends to the ocean floor,
Hid in lonely seas, the Bermoothes lie;
An emerald cluster that Neptune bore
Away from the covetous earth-god's sight,
And placed in a setting of sapphire light.
Prospero's realm and Miranda's isles,
Floating to music of Ariel
Upon fantasy's billow, that glows and smiles,
Flushing response to the lovely spell;
Tremulous color and outline seem
Lucent as glassed in a life-like dream.
Floating to music of Ariel
Upon fantasy's billow, that glows and smiles,
Flushing response to the lovely spell;
Tremulous color and outline seem
Lucent as glassed in a life-like dream.
And away and afar, as in dreams we drift,
Glimmer the blossoming orange groves;
And the dolphin-tints of the water shift;
And the angel-fish through the pure lymph moves
With the gleam of a rainbow; and soft clouds sweep
Over isle and wave like the wings of sleep.
Glimmer the blossoming orange groves;
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And the angel-fish through the pure lymph moves
With the gleam of a rainbow; and soft clouds sweep
Over isle and wave like the wings of sleep.
Deepens the dream into memory now:—
The straight roads cut through the cedar hills,
The coral cliffs and the roofs of snow,
And the crested cardinal-bird, that trills
A carol clear as the ripple of red
He made in the air, as he flashed overhead.
The straight roads cut through the cedar hills,
The coral cliffs and the roofs of snow,
And the crested cardinal-bird, that trills
A carol clear as the ripple of red
He made in the air, as he flashed overhead.
Through pathways trodden of many feet
The gray little ground-dove flutters and cooes;
The bluebird is singing a ballad sweet
As ever was mingled with Northern dews;
And the boatswain-bird from the calm lagoon
Lifts his white length into cloudless noon.
The gray little ground-dove flutters and cooes;
The bluebird is singing a ballad sweet
As ever was mingled with Northern dews;
And the boatswain-bird from the calm lagoon
Lifts his white length into cloudless noon.
Under this headland cliff as you row,
Follow its bastioned layers down
Into fathomless crystal, far below
Vision or ken: spite of old renown,
So massive a wall could Titan erect
As the little coralline architect?
Follow its bastioned layers down
Into fathomless crystal, far below
Vision or ken: spite of old renown,
So massive a wall could Titan erect
As the little coralline architect?
Against the dusk arches of surf-worn caves
In a shimmer of beryl eddies the tide;
Or brightens to topaz where the waves,
Outlined in foam, on the reef subside;
Or shades into delicate opaline bands
Dreamily lapsing on pale pink sands.
In a shimmer of beryl eddies the tide;
Or brightens to topaz where the waves,
Outlined in foam, on the reef subside;
Or shades into delicate opaline bands
Dreamily lapsing on pale pink sands.
See the banana's broad pennons, the wind
Has torn into shreds in his tropical mood
Look at the mighty old tamarind
That bore fruit in Saladin's babyhood!
See the pomegranates begin to burn,
And the roses, roses, at every turn!
Has torn into shreds in his tropical mood
Look at the mighty old tamarind
That bore fruit in Saladin's babyhood!
See the pomegranates begin to burn,
And the roses, roses, at every turn!
Into high calms of the sunny air
The aloe climbs with her golden flower,
While sentinel yucca and prickly-pear
With lance and with bayonet guard her bower
And the life-leaf creeps by its fibred edge
To hang out gay bells from the jutting ledge.
The aloe climbs with her golden flower,
While sentinel yucca and prickly-pear
With lance and with bayonet guard her bower
And the life-leaf creeps by its fibred edge
To hang out gay bells from the jutting ledge.
A glory of oleander-bloom
Borders every bend of the craggy road;
Escaped from dim gardens, a rare perfume
Freights the warm air with its haunting load;
And over the beauty and over the balm
Rises the crown of the royal palm.
Borders every bend of the craggy road;
Escaped from dim gardens, a rare perfume
Freights the warm air with its haunting load;
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Rises the crown of the royal palm.
Far into the hillsides caverns wind:
Pillar and ceiling of stalactite
Mirrored in lakes the red torches find;
Corridors zigzag from light to light;
And the long fern swings down the slippery stair
Over thresholds curtained with maiden-hair.
Pillar and ceiling of stalactite
Mirrored in lakes the red torches find;
Corridors zigzag from light to light;
And the long fern swings down the slippery stair
Over thresholds curtained with maiden-hair.
Outside, with a motion weirdly slow,
The mangrove walks through secluded coves,
Leaning on crutch-like boughs, that grow
Downward, and root into tangled groves,
Where, sheltered by jagged rock-shelves wide,
Eeriest sprites of the deep might hide.
The mangrove walks through secluded coves,
Leaning on crutch-like boughs, that grow
Downward, and root into tangled groves,
Where, sheltered by jagged rock-shelves wide,
Eeriest sprites of the deep might hide.
Wherever you wander, the sea is in sight,
With its changeable turquoise green and blue,
And its strange transparence of limpid light:
You can watch the work that the Nereids do,
Down, down, where their purple fans unfurl,
Planting their coral and sowing their pearl.
With its changeable turquoise green and blue,
And its strange transparence of limpid light:
You can watch the work that the Nereids do,
Down, down, where their purple fans unfurl,
Planting their coral and sowing their pearl.
Who knows the spot where Atlantis sank?
Myths of a lovely drowned continent
Homeless drift over waters blank:
What if these reefs were her monument?
Isthmus and cavernous cape may be
Her mountain summits escaped from the sea.
Myths of a lovely drowned continent
Homeless drift over waters blank:
What if these reefs were her monument?
Isthmus and cavernous cape may be
Her mountain summits escaped from the sea.
Spirits alone in these islands dwelt
All the dumb, dim years ere Columbus sailed,
The old voyagers said; and it might be spelt
Into dream-books of legend, if wonders failed,
They were demons that shipwrecked Atlantis, affrayed
At the terror of silence themselves had made.
All the dumb, dim years ere Columbus sailed,
The old voyagers said; and it might be spelt
Into dream-books of legend, if wonders failed,
They were demons that shipwrecked Atlantis, affrayed
At the terror of silence themselves had made.
Whatever their burden, the winds have a sound
As of muffled voices that, moaning, bewail
An unchronicled sorrow, around and around
Whispering and hushing a half-told tale;
A musical mystery, filling the air
With its endless pathos of vague despair.
As of muffled voices that, moaning, bewail
An unchronicled sorrow, around and around
Whispering and hushing a half-told tale;
A musical mystery, filling the air
With its endless pathos of vague despair.
And again into fantasy's billowy play
Ripples memory back with elusive change;
For chrysolite oceans, a blank of gray,
Fringed with the films of a mirage strange,
A shimmering blur of blossom and gleam:—
Can it be Bermoothes? or is it a dream?
Ripples memory back with elusive change;
For chrysolite oceans, a blank of gray,
Fringed with the films of a mirage strange,
A shimmering blur of blossom and gleam:—
Can it be Bermoothes? or is it a dream?
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