Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894)|
To a Blank Sheet of Paper
WAN-VISAGED thing! thy virgin leaf
To me looks more than deadly pale,
Unknowing what may stain thee yet,
A poem or a tale.
Who can thy unborn meaning scan?
Can Seer or Sibyl read thee now?
No,seek to trace the fate of man
Write 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.
Satire 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 they shining ore,
To gild its leaden leaves.
Thou has no tonuge, 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!
In addition to writing poetry and essays, Oliver Wendell Holmes was also a
Professor of Anatomy and Physiology and
dean of the Harvard medical school. His son (Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.)
was appointed to the supreme court by Theodore Roosevelt.
The above poem can be found in:
Holmes, Oliver Wendell. The Early Poems of Oliver Wendell Holmes.
Henry Ketcham, ed. New York: A.L. Burt Publishers, 1900.