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WAN-VISAGED thing! thy virgin leaf
To me looks more than deadly pale,
Unknowing what may stain thee yet,-
A poern or a tale.

Who can thy unborn meaning scan?
Can Seer or Sibyl read thee now?
No, seek to trace the fate of man
Writ on his infant brow.

Love may light on thy snowy cheek,

And shake his Eden-breathing plumes; Then shalt thou tell how Lelia smiles, Or Angelina blooms.


may lift his bearded lance, Forestalling Time's slow-moving scythe,

And, scattered on thy little field,
Disjointed bards may writhe.

Perchance a vision of the night,

Some grizzled spectre, gaunt and thin,

Or sheeted corpse, may stalk along,
Or skeleton may grin!

If it should be in pensive hour

Some sorrow-moving theme I try, Ah, maiden, how thy tears will fall, For all I doom to die!

But if in merry mood I touch

Thy leaves, then shall the sight of thee Sow smiles as thick on rosy lips As ripples on the sea.

The Weekly press shall gladly stoop
To bind thee up among its sheaves;
The Daily steal thy shining ore,
To gild its leaden leaves.

Thou hast no tongue, yet thou canst speak, Till distant shores shall hear the sound; Thou hast no life, yet thou canst breathe Fresh life on all around.

Thou art the arena of the wise,

The noiseless battle-ground of fame; The sky where halos may be wreathed Around the humblest name.

Take, then, this treasure to thy trust,

To win some idle reader's smile, Then fade and moulder in the dust,

Or swell some bonfire's crackling pile!


I LOVE to hear thine earnest voice,
Wherever thou art hid,

Thou testy little dogmatist,
Thou pretty Katydid!

Thou mindest me of gentlefolks,-
Old gentlefolks are they,-
Thou say'st an undisputed thing
In such a solemn way.

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Thou art a female, Katydid!
I know it by the trill

That quivers through thy piercing notes,
So petulant and shrill.

I think there is a knot of you
Beneath the hollow tree,-
A knot of spinster Katydids,
Do Katydids drink tea?

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