Monday, May 20, 2013


I have a little kinsman
Whose earthly summers are but three,
And yet a voyager is he
Greater than Drake or Frobisher,
Than all their peers together!
He is a brave discoverer,
And, far beyond the tether
Of them who seek the frozen Pole,
Has sailed where the noiseless surges run.
Ay, he has travelled whither
A winged pilot steered his bark
Through the portals of the dark,
 Across the unknown sea.
one who bore a flower,
And laid it in his dimpled hand
Past hoary Mimir's well and tree,
Suddenly, in his fair young hcur,
Came With this command:
"Henceforth thou art a rover!
Thou must make a voyage far,
 Sail beneath the evening star,
And a wondrous land discover."
-With his sweet smile innocent
 Our little kinsman went.
Since that time no word
From the absent has been heard
 Who can tell

How he fares, or answer well
What the little one has found
Since he left us, outward bound?
Would that he might return!
Then should we learn
From the pricking of his chart
How the skyey roadways part.
Hush! does not the baby this way bring.
To lay beside this severed curl.
Some starry offering
Of chrysolite or pearl?
Ah, no! not so!
We may follow on his track,
But he comes not back.
And yet I dare aver
He is a brave discoverer
Of climes his elders do not know.
He has more learning than appears
On the scroll of thrice three thousand years.
More than in the groves is taught,
Or from furthest Indies brought;
He knows, perchance, how spirits fare,­
What shapes the angels wear,
What is their guise and speech­
In those lands beyond our reach,­
    And his eyes behold
Things that shall never, never be
    To mortal hearers told.

By pennisstott
Houghton Mifflin Company.

E. C. Stedman.

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