Cluster: Fancies at Navesink. (1891)

Poems in this cluster

FANCIES AT NAVESINK.

THE PILOT IN THE MIST.

Steaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminis-
cence, A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why, Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;)* Again 'tis just at morning—a heavy haze contends with day-
break, Again the trembling, laboring vessel veers me—I press through
foam-dash'd rocks that almost touch me, Again I mark where aft the small thin Indian helmsman Looms in the mist, with brow elate and governing hand.

HAD I THE CHOICE.

Had I the choice to tally greatest bards, To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will, Homer with all his wars and warriors—Hector, Achilles, Ajax, Or Shakspere's woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello—Tenny-
son's fair ladies, Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect
rhyme, delight of singers; These, these, O sea, all these I'd gladly barter, Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer, Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse, And leave its odor there.

YOU TIDES WITH CEASELESS SWELL.

You tides with ceaseless swell! you power that does this work! You unseen force, centripetal, centrifugal, through space's
spread, Rapport of sun, moon, earth, and all the constellations, What are the messages by you from distant stars to us? what
Sirius'? what Capella's? What central heart—and you the pulse—vivifies all? what
boundless aggregate of all? What subtle indirection and significance in you? what clue to
all in you? what fluid, vast identity, Holding the universe with all its parts as one—as sailing in a ship? *Navesink—a sea-side mountain, lower entrance of New York Bay. [ begin page 390 ]

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LAST OF EBB, AND DAYLIGHT WANING.

Last of ebb, and daylight waning, Scented sea-cool landward making, smells of sedge and salt
incoming, With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies, Many a muffled confession—many a sob and whisper'd word, As of speakers far or hid. How they sweep down and out! how they mutter! Poets unnamed—artists greatest of any, with cherish'd lost
designs, Love's unresponse—a chorus of age's complaints—hope's last
words, Some suicide's despairing cry, Away to the boundless waste, and
never again return. On to oblivion then! On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide! On for your time, ye furious debouché!

AND YET NOT YOU ALONE.

And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb, Nor you, ye lost designs alone—nor failures, aspirations; I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming; Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again—duly the
hinges turning, Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending, Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself, The rhythmus of Birth eternal.

PROUDLY THE FLOOD COMES IN.

Proudly the flood comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing, Long it holds at the high, with bosom broad outswelling, All throbs, dilates—the farms, woods, streets of cities—workmen
at work, Mainsails, topsails, jibs, appear in the offing—steamers' pennants
of smoke—and under the forenoon sun, Freighted with human lives, gaily the outward bound, gaily the
inward bound, Flaunting from many a spar the flag I love.

BY THAT LONG SCAN OF WAVES.

By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon
myself, In every crest some undulating light or shade—some retrospect, [ begin page 391 ]

ppp.00707.399.jpg Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas—scenes ephemeral, The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and
the dead, Myself through every by-gone phase—my idle youth—old age at
hand, My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past, By any grand ideal tried, intentionless, the whole a nothing, And haply yet some drop within God's scheme's ensemble—some
wave, or part of wave, Like one of yours, ye multitudinous ocean.

THEN LAST OF ALL.

Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill, Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning: Only by law of you, your swell and ebb, enclosing me the same, The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.

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