Part 8 (1/2)

Then I, your scorn, shall still be man and chief; Turning to free your hands so carelessly, carelessly, You will be dead to love past all belief.

Still round the slender columns of the palm The moon shall lie in s.h.i.+vering, silver pools, Still shall the trades lash through the summer calm While twilight with her smile the island cools And Time forgets your presence, carelessly, carelessly.

XXVII

_In May_

Blithe Nature leaned to kiss her favorite child, Her suns.h.i.+ne hair about her bosom swirled; Gay Baby Spring held out his hands, he smiled, And Apple-Blossoms dimpled on the world.

XXVIII

_For Your Sake_

Bid me for your sake, Not for self or right-- You alone can wake Power to gain the fight.

In your name I'd dare Aught in earth's great bounds; Forth my sins should fare, Leashed like cringing hounds.

When you touch my hand, Through your holy eyes I can see the land Where is Paradise.

Yet I may not go, Leaving cold and night, Till your soul of snow Sees that mine is white.

Let my heart not break Till I kill my sin; Bid me for your sake Fight the world--and win!

XXIX

_Lyric Love_

The world deserves its wisdom. You and I, Serene within the shadow, crowned with hours, Cinctured with solitude, the bended sky Folds us in hues of tulip twilight flowers.

Knowledge is chill; your hair is warm with gold, A lock lies heavily across your cheek.

I somewhere heard of darkness, pain, and cold-- Keep your own, world. Ah, Love, stir not nor speak.

x.x.x

_Be Still_

Be still, be still, vex not the night with sound, The moon has laid her finger on the lake, And in the shadows of the wood profound There lies a peace we would profane to break.