Poems: Old and New

by Frederick George Scott


 

MY LATTICE.


 

MY lattice looks upon the North,
   The winds are cool that enter;
At night I see the stars come forth,
   Arcturus in the centre.

The curtain down my casement drawn

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   Is dewy mist, which lingers
Until my maid, the rosy dawn,
   Uplifts it with her fingers.

The sparrows are my matin-bell,
   Each day my heart rejoices,

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When, from the trellis where they dwell,
   They call me with their voices.

Then, as I dream with half-shut eye,
   Without a sound or motion,
To me that little square of sky

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   Becomes a boundless ocean. [Page 14]

And straight my soul unfurls its sails
   That blue sky-sea to sever;
My fancies are the noiseless gales
   That waft it on forever.

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I sail into the depths of space
   And leave the clouds behind me,
I pass the old moon’s hiding-place,
   The sun’s rays cannot find me.

I sail beyond the solar light,

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   Beyond the constellations,
Across the voids where loom in sight
   New systems and creations.

I pass great worlds of silent stone,
   Whence light and life have vanished,

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Which wander on to tracts unknown,
   In lonely exile banished.

I meet with spheres of fiery mist
   Which warm me as I enter,
Where—ruby, gold and amethyst—

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   The rainbow lights concentre. [Page 15]

And on I sail into the vast,
   New wonders aye discerning,
Until my mind is lost at last,
   And, suddenly returning,

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I feel the wind, which, cool as dew,
   Upon my face is falling,
And see again my patch of blue,
   And hear the sparrows calling. [Page 16]