The Poems of H. C. Bunner (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1896 Excerpt: ... THE WAIL OF THE "PERSONALLY CONDUCTED" CHORUS HEARD ON THE DECK OF A SAGUENAY STEAM-BOAT T NTEGRAL were we, in our old existence; 1 Separate beings, individually: Now are our entities blended, fused and foundered-We are one person. We are not mortals, we are not celestials, We are not birds, the upper ether cleaving, We are a retrogression toward the monad: We are Cook's Tourists. All ways we follow him who holds the guide-book; All things we look at, with bedazzled optics; Sad are our hearts, because the vulgar rabble Call us the Cookies. ELSEWHERE Happy the man who, by his cheerful fireside, Says to the partner of his joys and sorrows: "Anna Maria, let us go to-morrow Out for an airing." Him to Manhattan, or the Beach of Brighton, Gaily he hieth, or if, fate-accursed, Lives he in Boston, still he may betake him Daown to Nantasket. Happy the mortal free and independent, Master of the mainspring of his own volition Look on us with the eye of sweet compassion: We are Cook's Tourists. A CAMPAIGN TORCH I BLAZED like a meteor through the night In the great parade of the great campaign, A smoke-tailed comet of yellow light I wavered and sputtered through wind and rain. High over the surging crowd I tossed, A beacon of battle, flickering free; And now the contest is gained and lost, And victor and victim are one to me. Ah, never again shall my dinted sides Ring responsive when, sharp and clear, Comes up from the surging human tides The rousing sound of the party cheer. Ah, never again shall my oily blaze Blow hither and thither, and fail and flare, When a thousand masculine marchers raise Their "Tigah " rending the midnight air. 57 ELSEWHERE And never again shall that bright blaze sink, When a sudden silence comes over the crowd; When procession and people, paus...