Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
I. Natures InfluenceRus in Urbe
Clement Scott (18411904)P
Of May in melody, joys for June;
Dusting their feet in the careless clover,
And filling their hearts with the blackbird’s tune.
The “brown bright nightingale” strikes with pity
The sensitive heart of a count or clown;
But where is the song for our leafy city,
And where the rhymes for our lovely town?
Where almond rushes, and breezes sport!
Take me a walk under Burnham Beeches;
Give me a dinner at Hampton Court!”
Poets, be still, though your hearts I harden;
We ’ve flowers by day and have scents at dark,
The limes are in leaf in the cockney garden,
And lilacs blossom in Regent’s Park.
Burned red and brown by passionate sun;
“Come to the downs, where the gorse is yellow;
The season of kisses has just begun!
Come to the fields where bluebells shiver,
Hear cuckoo’s carol, or plaint of dove;
Come for a row on the silent river;
Come to the meadows and learn to love!”
Of softened color and perfect tone—
The lilac ’s better than fields of clover;
I ’ll come when the blossoming May has flown.
When dust and dirt of a trampled city
Have dragged the yellow laburnum down,
I ’ll take my holiday—more ’s the pity—
And turn my back upon London town.
This misty town that your face shines through?
A crown of blossom is waved above it;
But heart and life of the whirl—’t is you!
Margaret! pearl! I have sought and found you;
And, though the paths of the wind are free,
I ’ll follow the ways of the world around you,
And build my nest on the nearest tree!