Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79.
Pewter Platter Alley
By Philip Freneau (17521832)F
A dismal, horrid place is found,
Where rushing winds exert their sway,
And Greenland winter chills the ground:
No blossoms there are seen to bloom,
No sun pervades the dreary gloom!
In penance for some ancient crime
Are held in a too narrow space,
Like those beyond the bounds of time,
Who, darkened still, perceive no day,
While seasons waste and moons decay.
This icy region prompts our fear;
And he who treads this frozen ground
Shall curse the chance that brought him here,—
The slippery mass predicts his fate,
A broken arm, a wounded pate.
May Celia never find this place,
Nor see, upon the clouded stream,
The fading summer in her face;
And may I ne’er discover there
The gray that mingles with my hair.
Proclaims the hour forever fled,
Avoids this path to Pluto’s hall;
For who would wish to wake the dead!—
Still let them sleep,—it is no crime,—
They pay no tax to know the time.
Convey their freight to take the air;
No gods nor heroes here reside,
Nor powdered beau, nor lady fair,—
All, all to warmer regions flee,
And leave these glooms to Towne and me.