Poetry Friday

An explanation of Poetry Friday is here. It’s being hosted today by Crossover.

Yesterday I was looking for a couple of poems that mention September when I came across this stanza that was unfamiliar to me:

The morrow was a bright September morn;
The earth was beautiful as if new-born;
There was that nameless splendor everywhere,
That wild exhilaration in the air,
Which makes the passers in the city street
Congratulate each other as they meet.

That just seemed to capture how a fresh fall breeze makes me feel. I copied a line from the poem to search and see where it came from, and discovered it was from the longer poem“The Falcon of Ser Federigo” which is in turn from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s book of poems titled “Tales of a Wayside Inn.” The “Tales” are told by the landlord and patrons of the Wayside Inn, the first one being the famous Paul Revere’s Ride.

“The Falcon of Ser Federigo” is the tale of a knight who lost his beloved to a rival and now lives in poverty with his dearest treasure, his falcon. He is visited by a young boy who he recognizes immediately as the son of his former love, who is now widowed. One day…

The petted boy grew ill, and day by day
Pined with mysterious malady away.
The mother’s heart would not be comforted;
Her darling seemed to her already dead,
And often, sitting by the sufferer’s side,
“What can I do to comfort thee?” she cried.
At first the silent lips made no reply,
But moved at length by her importunate cry,
“Give me,” he answered, with imploring tone,
“Ser Federigo’s falcon for my own!”
No answer could the astonished mother make;
How could she ask, e’en for her darling’s sake,
Such favor at a luckless lover’s hand,
Well knowing that to ask was to command?
Well knowing, what all falconers confessed,
In all the land that falcon was the best,
The master’s pride and passion and delight,
And the sole pursuivant of this poor knight.
But yet, for her child’s sake, she could no less
Than give assent to soothe his restlessness,
So promised, and then promising to keep
Her promise sacred, saw him fall asleep.

I’ll let you read the rest of the story on your own. 🙂

It contains the line “All things come round to him who will but wait,” which is where I assume the line “Good things come to those who wait” came from.

This really piqued my interest. I haven’t read a lengthy poem in quite a while, but this flowed well and was easy to follow. I found numerous places online that have the full text, but I might see if my library has the book one day.

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