Chapter VII

A Song of Love

`A Song of Love’, like `Betrayal’, belongs to the early plan of `The Jacquerie’. It was written for one of the Fool’s songs and, after several recastings, took its present shape in 1879.

To Nannette Falk-Auerbach.

This sonnet was originally written in the German and published in a German daily of Baltimore, while the author’s translation appeared at the same time in the Baltimore `Gazette’.

To Our Mocking-Bird.

The history of this bird’s life is given at length under the title of “Bob”, in `The Independent’ of August 3, 1882, and will show that he deserved to be immortal—as we hope he is.

Ode to the Johns Hopkins University.

“ … the soaring genius’d SylvesterThat earlier loosed the knot great Newton tied,”

An algebraic theorem announced by Newton was demonstrated and extended by Sylvester.—Sidney Lanier.

A Ballad of Trees and the Master.

`A Ballad of Trees and the Master’ was conceived as an interlude of the latest `Hymn of the Marshes’, `Sunrise’, although written earlier. In the author’s first copy and first revision of that `Hymn’, the `Ballad’ was incorporated, following the invocation to the trees which closes with:

“And there, oh thereAs ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in the air,Pray me a myriad prayer.”

In Mr. Lanier’s final copy the `Ballad’ is omitted. It was one of several interludes which he at first designed, but, for some reason, afterwards abandoned.

To My Class: On Certain Fruits and Flowers Sent Me in Sickness.

A class in English Literature, composed of young girls who had been studying with Mr. Lanier `The Knighte’s Tale’ of Chaucer.

The sonnet `On Violet’s Wafers’ was addressed to a member of the same class, and is similarly conceived.

Under the Cedarcroft Chestnut.

“This chestnut-tree (at Cedarcroft, the estate of Mr. Bayard Taylor, in Pennsylvania), is estimated to be more than eight hundred years old.” —Sidney Lanier, 1877.

Hard by stood its mate, apparently somewhat younger. It is related in a letter of 1882, from Mrs. Taylor, that in 1880, a year after Mr. Taylor’s death, one of these majestic trees gave the first signs of decay: while his comrade lingered two years longer— to follow as closely the footsteps of Mr. Lanier: the two, faithful-hearted “to their master and to him who sang of them.”

A Florida Ghost.

The incidents recorded of this storm are matter of history in and around Tampa.

“Nine from Eight”.

The local expression “under the hack” is kindly explained by an authority in middle Georgia dialect, Richard Malcolm Johnston, author of `The Dukesborough Tales’ and other Georgia stories. He says:

“`Under the hack’ is a well-known phrase among the country-people, and is applied, generally in a humorous sense, to those who have been cowed by any accident. A man who is overruled by his wife, I have often heard described as `under the hack’: `She’s got him under the hack.’ So, when a man has lost spirit from any cause, he is said to be `under the hack’. The phrase is possibly derived from `hackle’, an instrument used in the breaking of flax.”

“Thar’s more in the Man than thar is in the Land”.

“Jones” designates Jones County, Ga., one of the counties adjoining Bibb County, in which Macon is located.

The Jacquerie. A Fragment.

Although `The Jacquerie’ remained a fragment for thirteen years Mr. Lanier’s interest in the subject never abated. Far on in this interval he is found planning for leisure to work out in romance the story of that savage insurrection of the French peasantry, which the Chronicles of Froissart had impressed upon his boyish imagination.

To—.

The era of verse-writing with Mr. Lanier reopens in this dream of the Virginia bay where poet’s reveries and war’s awakenings continually alternated.

He presents it for a friend’s criticism—at the age of twenty-one— in these words: “I send you a little poem which sang itself through me the other day. ’Tis the first I’ve written in many years.”

Night.

This poem was not published by the writer and the simile of the second verse was appropriated to `An Evening Song’. This partial repetition— like that of portions of `The Tournament’ and of `A Dream of June’, which occur in the `Psalm of the West’—will be pardoned as affording a favorable opportunity to observe Mr. Lanier’s growth in artistic form.

The Centennial Cantata.

The Centennial Meditation of Columbia. 1776–1876. A Cantata.

<Musical Annotations, in angled brackets, precede each section.>

<Full chorus: sober, measured and yet majestic progressions of chords.>

From this hundred-terraced height,Sight more large with nobler lightRanges down yon towering years.Humbler smiles and lordlier tearsShine and fall, shine and fall,While old voices rise and callYonder where the to-and-froWeltering of my Long-AgoMoves about the moveless baseFar below my resting-place.

<Chorus: the sea and the winds mingling their voices with human sighs.>

Mayflower, Mayflower, slowly hither flying,Trembling westward o’er yon balking sea,Hearts within `Farewell dear England’ sighing,Winds without `But dear in vain’ replying,Gray-lipp’d waves about thee shouted, crying“No! It shall not be!”

<Quartette: a meagre and despairing minor.>

Jamestown, out of thee—Plymouth, thee—thee, Albany—Winter cries, `Ye freeze:’ away!Fever cries, `Ye burn:’ away!Hunger cries, `Ye starve:’ away!Vengeance cries, `Your graves shall stay!’

<Full chorus: return of the `motive’ of the second movement, but worked up with greater fury, to the climax of the shout at the last line.>

Then old Shapes and Masks of Things,Framed like Faiths or clothed like KingsGhosts of Goods once fleshed and fair,Grown foul Bads in alien air—War, and his most noisy lords,Tongued with lithe and poisoned swords—Error, Terror, Rage and Crime,All in a windy night of timeCried to me from land and sea,`No! Thou shalt not be!’

<A rapid and intense whisper-chorus.>

Hark!Huguenots whispering `yea’ in the dark,Puritans answering `yea’ in the dark!`Yea’ like an arrow shot true to his mark,Darts through the tyrannous heart of Denial.Patience and Labor and solemn-souled Trial,Foiled, still beginning,Soiled, but not sinning,Toil through the stertorous death of the Night,Toil when wild brother-wars new-dark the Light,Toil, and forgive, and kiss o’er, and replight.

<Chorus of jubilation, until the appeal of the last two lines introduces a tone of doubt: it then sinks to `pianissimo’.>

Now Praise to God’s oft-granted grace,Now Praise to Man’s undaunted face,Despite the land, despite the sea,I was: I am: and I shall be—How long, Good Angel, O how long?Sing me from Heaven a man’s own song!

<Basso solo: the good Angel replies:>

“Long as thine Art shall love true love,Long as thy Science truth shall know,Long as thine Eagle harms no Dove,Long as thy Law by law shall grow,Long as thy God is God above,Thy brother every man below,So long, dear Land of all my love,Thy name shall shine, thy fame shall glow!”

<Full chorus: jubilation and welcome.>

O Music, from this height of time my Word unfold: In thy large signals all men’s hearts Man’s heart behold: Mid-heaven unroll thy chords as friendly flags unfurled, And wave the world’s best lover’s welcome to the world.

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