Yellow Nineties 2.0 The Evergreen: A Northern Seasonal, Part III.—Summer 1896 <editor>Lorraine Janzen Kooistra</editor> </titleStmt> <editionStmt> <p> <date>2019</date> </p> </editionStmt> <publicationStmt> <idno>EGV3_6po</idno> <publisher>Yellow Nineties 2.0</publisher> <pubPlace>Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities</pubPlace> <address> <addrLine>English Department</addrLine> <addrLine>350 Victoria Street,</addrLine> <addrLine>Toronto ON,</addrLine> <addrLine>M5B 2K3</addrLine> <addrLine>Canada</addrLine> </address> <availability> <p>Usable according to the Creative Commons License <ref target="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/">Attribution Non-commercial Share-alike</ref>.</p> </availability> </publicationStmt> <sourceDesc> <biblStruct> <monogr> <editor> </editor> <author>Rosa Mulholland</author> <title>A Forerunner Patrick Geddes and Colleagues Edinburgh T. Fisher Unwin London Summer 1896 Mulholland, Rosa. "A Forerunner" The Evergreen; A Northern Seasonal, vol. 3, Summer 1896, pp. 11-15. Evergreen Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2016-2018. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/egv3_mullholland_forerunner/

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            I.—A FORERUNNER
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CYTHEREA, in green gown, Hair alight and purple crown, Wendeth amid willows wan In the ice dews by the lawn. Cytherea, rapt in dreams, Heareth not the thawing streams, Doth not see the sprouting stalks, No bird stirreth where she walks. Yet where Cyntherea moves Hasten many a million loves; Primrose, wind-flower, daffodil, Follow her without her will. Cytherea silent passes With wet feet among the grasses, On her head a soft rain weepeth, In her veiled eyes sunshine sleepeth. 12 Wheresoe'er hath passéd she All alive are bird and tree, Rivers running, leaves uncurled, Bud and bird-song glad the world. Whither wendeth Cytherea, Spring's unrealised idea, Dear forerunner of our rapture, Fugitive whom none would capture? Veiléd vestal, joy unknowing, Summer waits upon thy going; Love sleep-walking, ere thou waken, Spring-tide laughs, and thou'rt forsaken! Somewhere, wilt thou in surprise Ope thy sweet, cold-lidded eyes, Look upon the red-veined rose, Bathe thee in the stream that flows? Wilt thou, in a dumb amaze, Turn thy slowly-kindling gaze On full-flowered banks and meadows, Wide with light and broad with shadows? Where abid'st thou when the peach, Within autumn's careless reach, Falls o'erwhelmed by its heart-sweetness, Failing through its own completeness? When all richly-coloured things, All wild creatures that have wings, Warm in sheath, or cold in grave, Winter slumber seek, or have, Then upon some morning mellow, When grey skies are tinged with yellow, One who listens with fine ear, Thy returning step may hear!
13 II.—MEETING OF SPRING AND SUMMER HER face is like the first wind flower,    An arm, a knee, are bare. Gold, enough for a queen's dower,    Is strewn upon her hair. It is the Spring-tide's perfect hour    Say, if she is not fair ! Her hyacinthine draperies    Are hastily caught up Across a youthful breast that is    Round as an acorn cup, Under the giant forest trees,    Where the young fairies sup. From the high hills she hath come down    Baptized by thawing snows, To where the turbid streams are brown,    The ice-tarn overflows ; Their drops upon her primrose crown    Bedew her as she goes. Upon the pastures green and wide    The little lambs, new-born, Run from their anxious mother's side    To her in the dim morn. Beneath her feet she hath descried    The early-springing corn. Knee-deep in flowers advanceth she,    Gathering the daffodil, And pansy and anemone,    With these her lap doth fill. The wild hedge-rose on its high tree    Grows redder at her will. Deep in the meadow her foot stays.    Each sweet familiar thing 14 Doth puzzle her in these green ways.    Sure, somewhere used to sing With that same note, some other days,    Yon lark upon the wing! When was she here before, and why    Was wrought her banishment? The streamlet's song, the lambkin's cry    Were hushed when she was sent Forth from this glory, suddenly,    And into darkness went. Whose was the voice that bade her go    No further through these woods? This day she will not falter, tho'    The seas, with all their floods, To stay her feet should turn and flow    Across the flowery roods. Her memories, bright with bud and song,    Give back no enemy, Nor sound of wrath, nor sight of wrong    Within her mind hath she; No fateful presence, harsh and strong,    That was, and yet may be.   .          .          .          .          .          . Lo, bright amid full-foliaged trees    Beside a glassy pool, Sudden Earth's rosy queen she sees,    The Summer beautiful, Dipping her snow-white feet at ease    Into the waters cool. A crimson passion-flower entwines    The Summer's dusky hair, Above her saffron garment shines    A shoulder, rosy fair. 15 The purple shadow of dark pines    Surrounds her everywhere. A nightingale his notes of love    Rains down upon her head. Into her ear the shy wood-dove    Plains and is comforted. Beyond her roof of boughs enwove    The golden sun turns red. Spring's startled face irradiate grows,    Her dainty hands let down The white bloom that the ice-wind knows    Out of her fluttering gown, And stretch to pluck the flower that grows    In summer's rubied crown. Now lifts the queen her dreamy gaze,    And laughs aloud to see Her handmaiden in pale amaze,    Bewildered, even as she The moon that into morning strays    And meets the sun, may be. A step, and the last bird-note dies    Upon the air, as Spring Toward the laughing Summer flies,    And all herself doth fling Into her arms with gladsome cries    Afar re-echoing. Asleep upon the rosy breast    Of Summer, Spring is there Kissed into her long swoon of rest,    And couched in hiding where Winter will find her in her nest    One day, and waken her.

            ROSA MULHOLLAND.