We may build more splendid habitations, Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures, Buy with gold the old associations! THE SKELETON IN ARMOR. BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. [HENRY WADSworth LongfeLLOW: An American poet; born at Portland, Me., February 27, 1807. He graduated from Bowdoin College at eighteen, having Nathaniel Hawthorne and Franklin Pierce as classmates. Appointed shortly after to the professorship of modern languages there, he spent two years in European travel to fit himself before assuming it. In 1836 he became professor of modern languages and literature at Harvard, and held the chair for eighteen years. He died at his home in Cambridge, Mass., March 24, 1882. His chief volumes of poetry are: "Voices of the Night" (1839), "Ballads," "Spanish Student," "Evangeline," "The Golden Legend," "The Song of Hiawatha," "The Courtship of Miles Standish," "Tales of a Wayside Inn." He also wrote in prose: "Outre-Mer," and the novels " Hyperion ” and “Kavanagh."] "SPEAK! speak! thou fearful guest Comest to daunt me! Why dost thou haunt me ?" Then, from those cavernous eyes From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old! VOL. XXIII.-21 Else dread a dead man's curse! For this I sought thee. "Far in the Northern Land, And, with my skates fast-bound, "Oft to his frozen lair Oft through the forest dark Sang from the meadow. "But when I older grew, "Many a wassail bout Wore the long Winter out, Often our midnight shout Set the cocks crowing, As we the Berserk's tale Measured in cups of ale, Draining the oaken pail, Filled to o'erflowing. "Once as I told in glee And as the white stars shine On that dark heart of mine "I wooed the blue-eyed maid, Our vows were plighted. "Bright in her father's hall When of old Hildebrand I asked his daughter's hand, "While the brown ale he quaffed, So the loud laugh of scorn, "She was a Prince's child, And though she blushed and smiled, I was discarded! Should not the dove so white Follow the sea mew's flight, Why did they leave that night "Scarce had I put to sea, Among the Norsemen ! With twenty horsemen. "Then launched they to the blast, Bent like a reed each mast, Yet we were gaining fast, When the wind failed us: And with a sudden flaw So that our foe we saw Laugh as he hailed us. "And as to catch the gale Midships with iron keel Struck we her ribs of steel; Down her black hulk did reel Through the black water! "As with his wings aslant, "Three weeks we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloudlike we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking seaward. "There lived we many years; Time dried the maiden's tears; She had forgot her fears, She was a mother; Death closed her mild blue eyes, Under that tower she lies; Ne'er shall the sun arise "Still grew my bosom then, Still as a stagnant fen! |