Volume I Part 33 (1/2)
Violets in the dawn of Spring Hold the secret of thine eyes: Lilies bare their b.r.e.a.s.t.s and fling Scents of thee from Paradise.
Brooklets have thy talk by rote; Thy farewells array the West; Fur that clasped thee round the throat Leaps--a squirrel--to its nest!
Backward from a sparkling eye Half-forgotten jests return Where the rabbit lollops by Hurry-scurry through the fern!
Roses where I lonely pa.s.s Brush my brow and breathe thy kiss: Zephyrs, whispering through the gra.s.s, Lure me on from bliss to bliss: Here thy robe is rustling close, There thy fluttering lace is blown,-- All the tide of beauty flows Tributary to thine own.
Birds that sleek their s.h.i.+ning throats Capture every curve from thee: All their golden warbled notes, Fragments of thy melody, Crowding, cl.u.s.tering, one by one, Build it upward, spray by spray, Till the lavrock in the sun Pours thy rapture down the day.
Silver birch and purple pine, Crumpled fern and crimson rose, Flash to feel their beauty thine, Clasp and fold thee, warm and close: Every beat and gleam of wings Holds thee in its bosom furled; All that chatters, laughs, and sings, Darts thy sparkle round the world.
_Love, so strangely lost and found, Love, beyond the seas of death, Love, immortally re-crowned, Love, who swayest this mortal breath, Sweetlier to thy lover's ear Steals the tale that ne'er was told; Bright eyes, ah, thine arms are near, Nearer now than e'er of old._
THE RETURN
O, hedges white with laughing may, O, meadows where we met, This heart of mine will break to-day Unless ye, too, forget.
Breathe not so sweet, breathe not so sweet, But swiftly let me pa.s.s Across the fields that felt her feet In the old time that was.
A year ago, but one brief year, O, happy flowering land, We wandered here and whispered there, And hand was warm in hand.
O, crisp white clouds beyond the hill, O, lavrock in the skies, Why do ye all remember still Her bright uplifted eyes.
Red heather on the windy moor, Wild thyme beside the way, White jasmine by the cottage door, Harden your hearts to-day.
Smile not so kind, smile not so kind, Thou happy haunted place, Or thou wilt strike these poor eyes blind With her remembered face.
REMEMBRANCE
O, unforgotten lips, grey haunting eyes, Soft curving cheeks and heart-remembered brow, It is all true, the old love never dies; And, parted, we must meet for ever now.
We did not think it true! We did not think Love meant this universal cry of pain, This crown of thorn, this vinegar to drink, This lonely crucifixion o'er again.
Yet through the darkness of the sleepless night Your tortured face comes meekly answering mine; Dumb, but I know why those mute lips are white; Dark, but I know why those dark lashes s.h.i.+ne.
O, love, love, love, what death can set us free From this implacable ghost of memory?
A PRAYER
Only a little, O Father, only to rest Or ever the night comes and the eternal sleep, Only to rest a little, a little to weep In the dead love's pitiful arms, on the dead love's breast,
A little to loosen the frozen fountains, to free Rivers of blood and tears that should slacken the pulse Of this pitiless heart, and appease these pangs that convulse Body and soul; oh, out of Eternity,