Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
Hebe
By James Russell Lowell (18191891)I
I saw the flash of robes descending;
Before her ran an influence fleet,
That bowed my heart like barley bending.
Pilot to blooms beyond our finding,
It led me on, by sweet degrees
Joy’s simple honey-cells unbinding.
With nearer love the sky leaned o’er me;
The long-sought Secret’s golden gates
On musical hinges swung before me.
Thrilling with godhood; like a lover
I sprang the proffered life to clasp;—
The beaker fell; the luck was over.
What boots it patch the goblet’s splinters?
Can Summer fill the icy cup,
Whose treacherous crystal is but Winter’s?
Their nectar crowns the lips of Patience;
Haste scatters on unthankful sods
The immortal gift in vain libations.
And shuns the hands would seize upon her;
Follow thy life, and she will sue
To pour for thee the cup of honor.