Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
Robin Hood
By Bessie Rayner Parkes (18291925)I
Brave Robin Hood hunted in days of old;
Down his broad shoulders his brown locks fell flowing,
His cap was of green, with a tassel of gold.
Ruddy his cheek as the oak-leaves in June,
Hearty his voice as he hailed the new-comer,
Tender to maidens in changeable tune.
His spirit was wrought of the sun and the breeze,
He moved as a man framed in nature’s completeness,
And grew unabashed with the growth of the trees.
His horn is still heard in the prime of the year;
Last eve he went with us, unseen, in our roaming,
And thrilled with his presence the shy troops of deer.
And night clomb the slopes and the firs to their tops,
And the faint stars to meet her did brighten their shining,
And the heat was refined into diamond drops;
For dear to the heart of all poets is he,—
And in mystical whispers awakened the passion
Which slumbers within for a life that were free.
He tells us the tales which we heard in past time;
Ah! why should we forfeit this earth we inherit
For lives which we cannot expand into rhyme!
How lived and how loved this old hero of song;
I would we could follow the lesson he teaches,
And dwell, as he dwelt, these wild thickets among.
The beeches breathe out in the wealth of their growth,
Width in their nobleness, love in their leaning,
And peace at the heart from the fulness of both.