Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TWO HOMES, by BAYARD TAYLOR Poet's Biography First Line: My home was seated high and fair Last Line: "and the weary life of the valley!" Alternate Author Name(s): Taylor, James Bayard Subject(s): Beauty; Dreams; Home; Storms; Nightmares | ||||||||
I. MY home was seated high and fair, Upon a mountain's side; The day was longest, brightest there, Beneath, the world was wide. Across its blue, embracing zone The rivers gleamed, the cities shone, And over the edge of the fading rim I saw the storms in the distance dim, And the flash of the soundless thunder II. But weary grew the sharp, cold wine Of winds that never kissed, The changeless green of fir and pine, The gray and clinging mist. Above the granite sprang no bowers; The soil gave low and scentless flowers And the drone and din of the water fall Became a challenge, a taunting call: "'T is fair, 't is fair in the valley!" III. Of all the homesteads deep and far My fancy clung to one, Whose gable burned, a mellow star, Touched by the sinking sun. Unseen around, but not unguessed, The orchards made a leafy nest The turf before it was thick, I knew, And bees were busy the garden through, And the windows were dark with roses. IV. "'T is happier there, below," I sighed: The world is warm and near, And closer love and comfort hide, That cannot reach me here. Who there abides must be so blest He'll share with me his sheltered nest, If down to the valley I should go. Leaving the granite, the pines and snow, And the winds that are keen as lances." V. I wandered down, by ridge and dell; The way was rough and long: Though earlier shadows round me fell, I cheered them with my song. The world's great circle narrower grew, Till hedge and thicket hid the blue; But over the orchards, near at hand, The gable shone on the quiet land, And far away was the mountain! VI. Then came the master: mournful-eyed And stern of brow was he. "Oh, planted in such peace!" I cried, "Spare but the least to me!" "Who seeks," he said, "this brooding haze, The tameness of these weary days? The highway's dust, the glimmer and heat, The woods that fetter the young wind's feet, And hide the world and its beauty?" VII. He stretched his hand; he looked afar With eyes of old desire: I saw my home, a mellow star That held the sunset's fire. "But yonder home," he cried, "how fair! Its chambers burn like gilded air; I know that the gardens are wild as dreams, With the sweep of winds, the dash of streams, And the pines that sound as an anthem! VIII. "So quiet, so serenely high It sits, when clouds are furled, And knows the beauty of the sky, The glory of the world! Who there abides must be so blest He'll share with me that lofty crest, If up to the mountain I should go, Leaving the dust and the glare below, And the weary life of the valley!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS BEDOUIN [LOVE] SONG by BAYARD TAYLOR NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR |
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