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 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
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 LOS ANGELES
 
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 'Poma nova isf Vetera^ dileSie ?ni^ 
 fervavi tihi 
 
 PubliJhedbyrHOO^JlS HJWKJNS 
 1897
 
 Qhijivick 'Prejs: — C^!^>'lfs ll'/iittingham &' C"- 
 Tooks Court, C^^^'i'^0' l^^n^i London.
 
 PR 
 
 C^^1{ISSLMIS 

 
 PAGE 
 
 Sen y Shore i 
 
 Old Leaves 2 
 
 T>iftances 4 
 
 Incenfe 5 
 
 Three 'Parables 7 
 
 Jn Sclipfe 8 
 
 Sajier Eve 10 
 
 J Child's Thought I 5 
 
 To my Jpril Child 20 
 
 The Choice of Taris 22 
 
 The Teace. 1 871 23 
 
 Love iff Time 25 
 
 Clematis 29 
 
 Fillars fur Ollon 31 
 
 In Bnna 33 
 
 The Song of the Colours 34 
 
 Sleep at T)awn 36 
 
 Out of the Taft 38 
 
 Tolurrian 40 
 
 The Wheelwright 41 
 
 A D^ew World 44 
 
 To (M. — 7. In Winter 49 
 
 II. In Summer 51 
 
 The Youngeft Child 54
 
 Se^4 ^-XJD SH01{€ 
 
 WH80^we two pajpd the other eve 
 Through golden moonlight^ hand in hand^ 
 z/ilong the fandy margin fet 
 
 For twilight fpace ""twixt fea & land, 
 
 The pojjible delight of life 
 
 Unmeafured as the broad bright fea, 
 tAnd bounded as the f and we trod 
 
 Its narrow turmoil feemed to me ,• 
 
 'But when thy fmile had pajfed away, 
 O^r in thy hand mine rejled more^ 
 
 Life's boundlefs trouble feemed the wave. 
 Its narrow blifs the bounded Jhore. 
 
 I B
 
 OLT> Lsjves. 
 
 C1{JS T-whifper'ingJly on the warm weji wind^s 
 wing 
 IFith Jhivering ftgh^ the faddejl voice of Springs 
 The few late leaves from loft year lingering. 
 
 Foolijhly faithful in wild wintry nights^ 
 JVhen fudden Jhrms blew out the Jiarry lights 
 nAnd the cold fakes came up in feathery flights. 
 
 Fooli/hly faithful^ all their beauty gone., 
 
 e^'Ill their young wooing foftnefs changed i^ wan., 
 
 IVith nothing left for love to linger on. 
 
 Foolijhly fond., till one warm hour revealed 
 IVhere the young leaf-buds blujhing lay concealed., 
 ,ind one fivift Jiing the year-Ung clajp unfealed. 
 
 2
 
 " Old leaves^ old loves " — -fo fo?ne one fe ems to Jay 
 (About my window this warm^ wijiful day 
 iAbove the violets — is it I or they ?
 
 T>IST^NCSS. 
 
 S03I€TI3I€S there feems to Jhine 
 On dijlant hill-tops clear 
 zA future^ thine and mine 
 3ilade one^ my only dear. 
 
 'But J dear^ the Shepherds fay 
 When all the uplands Jhine 
 
 Dijiindiy though far away^ 
 Storms follow fwift the fign. 
 
 Soj when there feems to Jhine 
 
 That future fair y clear. 
 For thy fake ^ for mine 
 
 I weep — my only dear. 
 
 4
 
 iNceNse. 
 
 OUTS IT) 6 the Church's wejiern door I lingered 
 by the way^ 
 I heard no found of SanSius hell^ the chant had died 
 
 away^ 
 t^nd round the porch the ^Acolytes were merry in 
 their play^ 
 Yet knew I by the incenfd air 
 Here had been the voice of prayer. 
 
 Soj deareji Lord^ be all my life breathed round about 
 
 by Thee^ 
 When at Thy feet a little while I have knelt 
 
 bleffedly, 
 
 5
 
 That tbofe who meet me by the way may rather feel 
 than fee 
 " If (jod he prayed to anywhere 
 This foul hath been in prayer!'''
 
 I. 
 
 IWtAS not refolute in heart and will 
 To rife up fuddenly & feek Thy Face^ 
 Leaving the Jwine-hufks in the defert place ^ 
 zAnd crying, " / have fmned^ receive mejiill! " 
 
 //. 
 
 / could not even at the Shepherd^ s voice 
 
 Startled thrill^ with yearnings for the fold^ 
 Till He Jhould take me in His bleffed hold, 
 
 <And lay me on His Jhoulder and rejoice. 
 
 HI. 
 
 'But lying filent^ will-lefs in the dark^ 
 5// little piece of fiver ^ loft from Thee^ 
 I only knew Thy Hands were feeking me 
 
 'And that I bore through all Thy heavenly mark, 
 
 7
 
 c^^ ecLiTse. 
 
 DJl%J^world^fad heart in ftlent fympathy ! 
 JVhat matters it if both are in the Jhade? 
 Thejiars willjieal out foon 
 <iAnd with the wide white moon^ 
 Who walks the endlefs ether unafraid^ 
 IVill tread together gladly up the Jky 
 sAnd not be any whit the dimyner made. 
 
 T)un heart i^ world! fad world iff f adder hearty 
 What matters it if both are dark to-night? 
 If down thy trouble deep 
 J^ gleam of comfort creep., 
 If fin or forrow /hut thee fro?n the light? 
 (jod's happy ones^ though thou doji mourn aparty 
 Will not be any whit lefs glad & white. 
 
 8
 
 So /aid I to the midnight iff my foul ^ 
 Soothing myfelf with hitter hermit-hood^ 
 When up the opal Eaji^ 
 ^J^t white-robed /or a/eajl, 
 'But Jhrunk ^ Jcarred ^ Jlained as if with bloody 
 Shyly along a darkened path Jhejiole^ 
 
 The maiden <3ioon above the elmen wood. 
 
 T)arkened with what? CN^ little veil of dew ^ 
 J'{j cloud-lamb pajiuring in fields of air 
 Flecks with a paffing Jhade 
 The pathway of the maid^ 
 Who elfe^ to-night., were per feSi -orbed l£ fair ; 
 But the world's Jhadow^ like an arrow true., 
 
 Hathjiruck her with a Jirange iff new defpair. 
 
 O Shadow of my hearty the heavenly flairs 
 
 Qrow dim where thou art cajl perhaps to-night; 
 The foul thou lovejl befi 
 3<fay mifs fome footing blefi 
 On the great Ladder of the Infinite. 
 e/fZ> me! how often iff how unawares 
 
 We come between Qod's creatures iff His light! 
 
 9
 
 e^sTE^ eve. 
 
 IlVeAS weeping juji before moonfet^ 
 Set of the eafier moon^ 
 Though I knew that the morning of mornings 
 Would thrill iff awaken foon. 
 
 I was weeping JuJI before moonfet^ 
 tAt the hour of the waking of birds ^ 
 
 IVhen two of Qod''s angels fpoke to me 
 In fweet compajfionate words: 
 
 " IVoman^ why art thou weeping f" 
 jfnd I anfwered^ nothing afraid^ 
 
 " Becaufe they have taken away my Lord, 
 tAnd I know not where He is laid. 
 10
 
 " They have taken Him from the valleys^ 
 Where I loved to follow His feet, 
 
 Seeing their print in the tender grafs 
 ft^nd finding His lilies fweet. 
 
 " They have taken Him from my garden^ 
 
 Where I ufed to walk &' fay^ 
 ' The Lord hath been down to my garden 
 
 Jind made a flower to-day^ 
 
 '■^They have taken Him from the mountains 
 
 Jind tops of the happy hills^ 
 Where He ufed to drop the dew down 
 
 To plenijh the pleafant rills. 
 
 " They have taken Him from His cloud-land^ 
 From thunder & thunder-Jhower^ 
 
 From the rain He fent for the fpringing grafs 
 tAnd Jhine for the harveji hour. 
 
 1 1
 
 " For all things are fet and ordered 
 iA^nd parts of a great machine^ 
 
 In which the hand of the 3VIaker 
 JVould tremble to intervene. 
 
 " Jtnd He could not fave one petal 
 
 From a dejiined drop of rain ^ 
 Without unbuilding His univerfe 
 ijind building it up again. 
 
 " So noxv I can pray no longer 
 The prayers that once I prayed^ 
 
 For they have taken away my Lord^ 
 i/tnd I know not where He is laid^ 
 
 Thus weeping jujl before moonfet^ 
 In the hour of the waking of birds., 
 
 I was ''ware of Jinother who fpoke to me 
 In fweet compajjionate words : 
 12
 
 " Woman^ why art thou weeplngV 
 iAnd I fpoke^ not lifting my eyes^ 
 
 " If thou have taken away my Lord^ 
 O tell me where He lies.^* 
 
 'But into His voice as He anfwered 
 Came a muftc all divine — 
 
 One word^ one name^ He uttered^ 
 The word^ the name^ was mine. 
 
 Then I knew it could not be another^ 
 But my Lord with voice fofweet^ 
 
 I knew it all in a moment 
 
 <tAnd IJirove to clafp His feet. 
 
 I knew ^ for that one word told me 
 That they could not bear away 
 
 3\4y C^riJ}^ my I\Jng^ my 3\dafier^ 
 From the place where once He lay. 
 
 13
 
 '77x He^ who would bid me fee k Him 
 ^A(j?^ painfully here tff there^ 
 
 'But Jianding clofe befide me^ 
 ^Always b> everywhere. 
 
 Always— O C^riji the %ifen! 
 
 The 7noongleam fadeth fleet^ 
 'But thefiujh of Thine Eajier Sunrife 
 Finds one more foul at Thy feet. 
 
 H
 
 J CHILTi'S THOUQHT. 
 
 IF I had lived in "Bethlehem 
 iAnd known where Jefus lay 
 Within the wooden manger 
 
 On a little bed of hay. 
 The new-born baby Jefus, 
 That earlieji Qhrijlmas day. 
 
 How gladly had 1 taken, 
 
 IVith earlieji dawning light. 
 
 The little pillow from my bed 
 eA^ndJheets offnowy white. 
 
 ilnd through thejireets of 'Bethlehem 
 I quickly Jhould have run, 
 15
 
 Jtndjlood before that Jiable-door 
 J{t r'lfing of the Sun. 
 
 Jind knocking foftly at the door 
 With earneji voice Jhouldfay^ 
 
 " JVake up^ wake up^ good Jofeph, 
 TJiis happy ^/;r///»z^5 2)^^, 
 
 iy'tnd let me in to fee the babe 
 That^s cradled on the hay.'* 
 
 IJhould havefaid, " O Mary bleji, 
 
 behold I quickly bring 
 e/f pillow y two little Jheets 
 
 To make a fojt bedding 
 For the nezv-born baby fefus^ 
 
 Who is my Lord & KJ^g'^^ 
 
 I think good Jofeph quickly 
 
 JVould have let me through the door^ 
 z^nd there among the Jheep iff coivs 
 
 I Jhould have knelt before 
 i6
 
 That holy ^ fair eji baby 
 That ever mother bore. 
 
 I Jhould have f aid upon my knees^ 
 
 *' The fineji I can bring 
 Is all too coarfe to make a bed 
 
 For Thee^ my Lord & Kj^^g-, 
 Tet wilt Thou take^for Love's own fake ^ 
 
 Love's pooreji offering.''^ 
 
 Such words a little child faid 
 
 Upon his mother''s knee 
 One happy Q^riflmas morning^ 
 
 'But nothing anfwered J})e. 
 
 She looked outfiill ilf fadly 
 
 tAcrofs the winter f now ^ 
 She watched the pale blue jhadows 
 
 Of the bare trees come y go 
 e/fs the O^rth wind made the branches 
 
 %ockfoftly to l^ fro. 
 
 17 c
 
 She thought how C^rijl the Saviour, 
 
 Still waiting day by day, 
 Isjlill as poorly tended 
 
 a/ts when a bed of hay 
 3Iade all the f oft enfolding 
 
 In the manger where He lay. 
 
 Ture thoughts ^ holy longings 
 Like linen fair & white, 
 
 i/fnd hearts offoftejl tendernefs 
 Like downy pillow light. 
 
 With thefe we Jlill Jhould meet Him 
 c/ff each days dawning bright. 
 
 Tetflill our Lord is waiting 
 e/// many a clofe-barred door — 
 
 For pure y holy worjhip. 
 For tending of His poor. 
 
 For all the gentle minijlry 
 
 Of Love from Love's own flore. 
 i8
 
 She thought how furely^furely 
 To each one comes the day^ 
 
 When we are hid to waken 
 iAnd rife i^ put away 
 
 Some eafe or fweetnefs for His fake. 
 Who came on Qhrijimas 'Day. 
 
 'But Jhe only faid, " <^/y darling. 
 There Jiill is work to do 
 
 For the hleffed baby fefus 
 Who lived, a child for you. 
 
 But come, the bells are ringing 
 i/fnd we mufi praife Him tooT 
 
 19
 
 TO mr ^T%JL CHILT>. 
 
 Bz/fBT, my "Baby, thus I croon to thee. 
 Thou deareji blojfom of the April tide; 
 Speak with me foul to foul a little while. 
 For I am tired 15 the world is wide. 
 
 Speak foul to foul, thou hafl no words as yet 
 To wrap thy heart up in ^ hide it fo. 
 
 t/th me! with every leffon that we learn. 
 How much that is more hleffed we forego. 
 
 A little while, the world runs fajhr now 
 Than when a mother all day long might fit 
 
 Spinning at once fair dreams i^ fnowy threads 
 'Befide her hahfs cradle, rocking it. 
 
 20
 
 And I am tired — tired of my f elf t 
 
 Thou only with thofe love-taught eyes of thine 
 ^eholdejl through this brittle^ cloudy glafs 
 
 <i4 type which is eternal and divine. 
 
 The world is wide,y3 wide ^ yet fo full 
 Of hearts that do not care for thee or me. 
 
 t.'fh well! juji lay thy cheek there on my breafl 
 i/ind we can fay ^ " Qod help them^ let them he.^^ 
 
 So while the hot noon refis upon the world^ 
 Tliou deareji hloffom of the iApril tide^ 
 
 Speak foul to foul a little while with me^ 
 For I am tired ^ the world is wide. 
 
 21
 
 THE CHOICE OF T^T{IS. 
 
 {Written at the beginning of the Siege of Taris, 1870.) 
 
 OTJT{JS! thou too hadji thy threefold choice^ 
 Jls had that other upon Ida's height — 
 Ste7'n Strength^ felf ruling Wifdom^foft Delight^ 
 I^iit t/Iphrodite's was the fweetej} voice. 
 
 So hover Strength fff JVifdom fcorned of thee 
 tAbove the Jiandard of thy fateful foe, 
 IVJiofe blue battalions in unceaftng flow 
 
 (Are furging round thee like an angry fea. 
 
 Too late thou rifefl to put fwiftly on 
 
 Thy rujling armour at the trumpet's call, 
 There Jhines already on thy leaguered wall 
 
 Jl doomful glare ^ like flames of Ilion. 
 
 22
 
 THE TE^/rCS. 1 871. 
 
 IHt^'DE made peace^ thank QodJ^ Emperor 
 
 e/ft this thy word the nations lift their eyes^ 
 Looking for One they wot of to arife 
 White-robed^ on happy wing. 
 
 What do they fee? There crouches at thy heel 
 <t/T fullen Thing with vengeance in her face ^ 
 Writhing & wroth^ but fettered to her place 
 
 'By bonds of Qerman Jieel. 
 
 J[s one Jhould tell us in the dim thick night — 
 " Behold the dawnP"* and we looked forth to fee 
 The whole wide Eafi grow golden filently 
 
 With joy of coming light ^ 
 
 23
 
 iAnd faw injlcad a line of cloudy Jiame 
 
 e^nd lightning Jiajhes leaping fwift therethrough^ 
 fjtnd heard the muffled thunder-pulfe iff knew 
 
 Thejiorm^ not morning^ came. 
 
 So is it when each wiry nerve to-day 
 
 Of eager Europe thrills with that fweet word^ 
 Sweet yet fo falfe^ foon as its found is heard 
 
 Its promife dies away. 
 
 Thy Qod of "Battles^ whom we do not hnow^ 
 Tliankfor the ^Jxinelands & the golden feece, 
 'But not for fuch poor truce the Qhrifl of 'Peace — 
 
 His Peace He gives not fo. 
 
 24
 
 LOVE ^:kjd TmiE. 
 
 W^ITINQfor Love the other morn 
 'Beftde my funny orchard wall^ 
 Jlcrofs the dlal^ mojfed and worn^ 
 I watched the early Jhadow fall. 
 « ^h me I " Ifighed, ''fo glides the day^ 
 So Love, who comes, will pafs awayT 
 
 Jufl then below me in the dew 
 
 Where f ants the orchard valley deep. 
 
 Time's hufy fcythe was whiJlUng through 
 The after-grafs injleadyfweep. 
 
 " ^h me! " / cried, " were Time away 
 
 Love when he comes would always JlayT 
 
 25
 
 " Oh mower of my late delight! 
 
 Oh robber of the golden hours ! 
 ril cover up from Love's dear fight 
 
 Thy dial-Jhade with fcented flowers^ 
 Jlnd^ heeding not the feeting day^ 
 Love in my garden fiill Jhalljiay.''^ 
 
 Then from the Southern border, full 
 Of all fweet rofes autumn blown^ 
 
 <td clujier was I fwift to cull 
 
 dtnd heap them on the dialflone: 
 
 The Jhadow crept to where they lay 
 
 tAs Love came down the orchard way. 
 
 it/Ill in the drowfy afternoon 
 
 Love talked with me through languid hours^ 
 Jind flow^ as in a weary fwoon^ 
 
 Time's Jhade crept on beneath the flowers^ 
 Jind few the words that Love did fay 
 Jind pajfing fad he feemed alway. 
 
 26
 
 IVeary of all things Love me feemed^ 
 He laid him in the fcented grafs 
 
 Jind murmured Jlill as if he dreamed 
 Of time to come $5" time that was^ 
 
 For Love doth love to build, they fay. 
 
 To-morrow out ofyeflerday. 
 
 'But Time was leaning on hisfcythe 
 eAnd gazed upon me Jlanding near, 
 tAre then the hours of Love more blithe 
 When my fwift fweep they cannot hear? 
 The Jhade had marked a fweeter day, 
 Toor heart, were all thy flowers away! " 
 
 (C 
 
 iAnd then he called the little breeze 
 
 With which he makes the ripe fruit fall, 
 
 tAnd bade it lift my red rofes 
 
 ^nd heap them by the orchard wall, 
 
 fAnd cried, <' O Love! awake! away! 
 
 Behold how fwiftly falls the day.'' 
 27
 
 t^'tnd Love arofe with gayer cheer 
 <t/Ind^ looking on the low-caji Jhaae^ 
 
 He faid^ " Too long I linger here^^ 
 
 tAnd Jlrode^ fwift fleppiyig down the glade. 
 
 I did not feek to fay him nay — 
 
 For weary Love is beji away. 
 
 28
 
 CLemj[ris. 
 
 OFi/tm^tree bending over 
 The hedgerow where I rife^ 
 K^ow you the lowly lover 
 
 Who looks with faithful eyes 
 Up to your boughs that cover 
 (My fpace of fummer fkies? 
 
 (My wijiful tendrils winding 
 
 Seek always up to you^ 
 'Beyond you broadens blinding 
 
 The whole of Heaven's blue — 
 Enough Jhines for my finding 
 
 Your leafy roofing through, 
 29
 
 T]}us day by day repeating 
 {My fimple round of care ^ 
 
 Vm day by day completing 
 
 One upward winding Ji air — 
 
 e5T/y growth is my entreating^ 
 I live my faithful prayer. 
 
 Heaven & the highfiars teach you 
 
 Secrets by me ungueffed^ 
 I for no grace befeech you 
 
 To fir your my fie ref^ 
 For though I may not reach you 
 
 To fee k you is my bef. 
 
 30
 
 WIJ^(JDS on this mountain meadow 
 'Bear whifpers to and fro 
 Of cool blue clefts ofjhadow 
 
 Under the Jhelves of /now y 
 Jind of vineyard Jleeps 
 Where the lizard Jleeps 
 
 In warm lands belowj ^ 
 
 a^nd their fongs feem 
 Like a loji dream 
 
 I dreamt a life ago. 
 
 i/tnd whether the cryjial coolnefs 
 
 They tell of on the height ^ 
 Or {Autumn's fecund fullnefs 
 
 In lowlands of delight ^ 
 
 31
 
 !S(f thefweeteji thing 
 The breezes fmgy 
 
 Hearty thou canjl not fay; 
 For their fongs feem 
 Like a lojl dream 
 
 I dreamt a world away. 
 
 32
 
 IN SNN^. 
 
 Pei{SeTHOD^e, around whofe feet 
 The meadow grajfes cling i^ throngs 
 Was there no other Jiower fo pweet 
 
 t^s this of poet'' s fong 
 That led thee from thy mother's hand 
 The laughing plains along ? 
 
 So meet it feemed for maiden wreath. 
 
 How couldjl thou guefs? thou didjl not fee 
 That long as life ^ Jirong as death 
 
 Its fender root would be, 
 e/fnd when thy fingers gathered it 
 
 Love's arms would gather thee. 
 
 33
 
 THE SOO^g OF THE COLOUT{^S. 
 
 {For an Jlir of Si'Iozart .) 
 
 GOL T) of the king-cup^ gold of the /heaves^ 
 (jold of the light through lattice of leaves ; 
 'Blue of the mountain^ blue of the fea^ 
 'Blue of the bright air^fmg to me. 
 Life is a garden^ love-Jhielded from fadnefs^ 
 'R^fe-walh around it, by warm winds o'er-blown. 
 Beryl of barley-waves in June, 
 Opal of moonrife, O fmg foon 
 t.d fong of the garden ofgladnefs. 
 
 O my own I 
 
 Brown of the beech that mourns alone, 
 'Broivn of the larch by late winds jfrown, 
 
 34
 
 'Brown of the bracken frayed & toji. 
 
 Sing to me fadly^ " Love is lojiy 
 
 Life is a moorland where tvild winds awaken^ 
 
 Locked from Love'' s garden my heart makes her moan. 
 Black of the moonfet^ black of the cloudy 
 Black of the juidnight^ fing^ fmg loud 
 
 The fong of a foul forfaken. 
 
 O my own! 
 
 IVhite of the foam-fleck^ white of the f now ^ 
 
 White of the furnace all aglow ^ 
 
 White of the lily^ white of the dove^ 
 
 Sing of a whole world built of Love. 
 
 Life is a path that grows greener for wending^ 
 
 Lovers may fail us. Love la/ieth alone. 
 1{jd of the funfet^ red of the rofe^ 
 Sing me the fong that no man knows^ 
 
 The Song of a Love never ending. 
 
 my own! 
 
 35
 
 DOJf^o^the long dark I lie awake^ 
 Beloved^ for thy tender fake 
 Forecajling leji fome chance of ill 
 Thy happy drea?n Jhould unfulfil ; 
 IVhen on the Southern upland lies 
 The Scorpion with his Jhining eyes^ 
 <^nd through the many-nejhd trees 
 Thefiars Jhine thick as hiving bees^ 
 For thee my foul hath Jirife of prayer^ 
 I P'^ith folded hands ^ awake^ aware^ 
 
 Till thy dawn comes ^ darling. 
 
 'But when from off" the Southern mijl 
 The Jhining Scorpion hath uprifi^ 
 tVhen white inflowings of the day 
 
 36 
 
 /'
 
 Have wajht from Heaven the milky way^ 
 When from the beds of waking Jlreams 
 'Paf in pale troops their fading dreams^ 
 When each glad bird that leaves his nejl 
 Shrills a '* Venite " to the refi. 
 When winds of morning bathe my brow^ 
 I Jleep^ thou wilt not need me now^ 
 
 When thy dawn comes^ darling. 
 
 37
 
 OUT OF THE T^ST. 
 
 With a book of old %hymes. To C^iy Child. 
 
 IHt^lJS wandered far away 
 For a gift to thee^ 
 Into an old dead day 
 
 Where phantoms be^ 
 Into an ijland fet 
 
 In a wide^fad fea^ 
 IVhofe Jhores the long waves fret 
 Unceafingly. 
 
 tAnd under a waning moon 
 
 When the dawn delayed.^ 
 Late for thee^ love^ ^ foon 
 
 In that land I frayed ; 
 
 38
 
 Herbs of the Jhifting fand 
 
 That the fait winds fade ^ 
 'Bound with Love for a band 
 
 This Qarland made. 
 
 Sere Iff fcentlefs & hoar 
 
 eA^re the flowers of my wreath^ 
 Frayed with the feud of the Jhore 
 
 i/ind the Jharp florm^ s teeth^ 
 'Sut the riband of Love hath not known 
 
 The harjh brine^s breath — 
 // is brighter than Life^ my own^ 
 
 t/tnd flronger than T)eath. 
 
 39
 
 Mr ear is weary of the IVeJ} Sea's roar 
 Inhere all night long its white teeth tear 
 the Jhore^ 
 Waking me Jhr illy from a dream of fear 
 That fame huge hideous heaji is ravening near. 
 
 3^y eyes are tired of the Jieep cliff's fide 
 'And gray-green headlands hollowed of the tide., 
 t/fnd even ofthefwiftyfun-fmittenfpray 
 i.'fnd 31 ichaePs fairy SVlount acrofs the hay. 
 
 ^Tis that the Hunter C^^^ has found me here., 
 JVhither I fed for Jhelter from his fpear^ 
 Jtnd his wild cry dff white Jiare feem to me 
 The thunder ^ the flajhing of the fea. 
 
 40
 
 THE WHeeUV^IQHT. 
 
 MT home is on a plea/ant hill 
 Where pine ts' cedar Jighy 
 IVhere Jirong winds bend the oaks at will 
 
 i^^nd howl ^ hurry by, 
 tAnd one red tower drinks its fill 
 Out of the funfet Jky. 
 
 tAmong the oaks in acorn days 
 The Jhining rooks caroufe^ 
 
 The fquirrel chuckles as he plays 
 nAnd Jkims the topmoji boughs^ 
 
 While on the Jlope the heifers graze 
 tAnd furtive rabbits browfe. 
 
 41
 
 'Beneath the hill^ where curls the f moke ^ 
 tA wheelwright has his Jhed^ 
 
 I hear his heavy hammer-JIroke 
 From dawn till wejiern red, 
 
 tAnd carts he builds for living folk 
 tAnd coffins for the dead. 
 
 Once, as 1 paffed, the wheelwright good 
 %^ifed from a [mouldering fire 
 
 To fling about a wheel of wood 
 iA red-hot rounded tire. 
 
 While near him wife iff children flood 
 To help him or admire. 
 
 tAnd when my pulfes gaily glide. 
 
 Hearing his blows, I fay, 
 " He builds a curved wagon wide 
 
 For bringing home the hay. 
 Where alfo laughing girls Jhall ride 
 
 tA broad on holiday,'''' 
 42
 
 'But when the tides of life are low 
 
 z^nd pejiilence is bred^ 
 When under village roofs I know 
 
 That ftck folk lie a-bed^ 
 I fay^ " He makes a coffin fo 
 
 For one who^ll foon he dead^ 
 
 43
 
 ^ V^eiV WO%LT>. 
 
 LO, with what care Qolumbus wrought 
 To find fair ijles beyond the fea — 
 'But now a new world all unfi)ught 
 t.'Tcrofs the cowjlips comes to me. 
 
 tjtnew ^Atlantis floats to me 
 
 Frothed with the furf of Jlpril woods^ 
 tAnd jhrinking on the Jhore I fee 
 The children of their folitudes. 
 
 Shy thoughts & dufky dreams of dreams : 
 " Co^e near J come near^ isf fpeak^^ I cry, 
 
 " 'Bring water from your winding f I reams ^ 
 Bring fruits & viands lefl I dieT 
 
 44
 
 In vain. — 'Before their gifts I hold., 
 Qreatfeas of dark green Summer rife ; 
 
 t/fnd bear me on their manifold 
 JVarm waves away to alien Jkies. 
 
 t.^ not her Spring? ^tis idly /aid ; 
 
 3^ine are not many yet to come^ 
 'But where the eJ'pril world is made 
 
 I hope one day to build my home. 
 
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 1C\^ windy winter-y O my love^ my love^ 
 I feek the fpot where mojl I think ofthee^ 
 IVhen no blue breaks the windy murk above^ 
 <i/tnd no birdfmgs upon the Jhaining tree. 
 
 For then thy grave ^ where now no petals fa 11^ 
 The fodden churchyard.^ & the Jhrmy tide^ 
 
 Yea^ all that is^ feems but a great gray wall 
 With Jhining fummer on the other fide. 
 
 Yes.^ Jhining fummer in a perfeSi place .^ 
 
 i/[nd thou, my beautiful.^ art fianding there- 
 
 I cannot fee the fplendour of thy face.^ 
 
 3^r guefs the new-lit glory of thy hair ,• 
 
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 [But one day^furely^ dear^ a little door 
 
 In this gray wall will open, thou wilt come 
 
 tdnd I Jhall look upon thy ftnile once more^ 
 
 ty'tnd thou wilt take my hand £5" lead me home. 
 
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 //. 
 
 LIQHTthat I love the bejl ! 
 T)ear^ thy fpirit hath guejjed 
 That it is not the Jirong fwift fplendow^ 
 banner of T)ay^s furrender 
 On turret clouds of the IVeJl ; 
 
 ^H^r the wide^ white whifper^ '•'■Soon 
 
 Comes our Lady the 3^oonl " 
 
 JVhich when thefadjlars hearken 
 They cower iff quail iff darken 
 
 Low at her filver Jhoon. 
 
 d^i^t the keen leaping line^ 
 Topaz or opaline, 
 
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 Or fudden fapphire^ brightening 
 The world's edge with low lightening 
 IVhen Jlars care not to Jhine. 
 
 'But the lingering light that lies 
 
 In the [S^rth when a long day dieSy 
 
 'Binding with pearlen thread 
 
 Sorrow /or one day dead. 
 To hope /or the day that Jhall rife. 
 
 " Behold, behold,'' it would fay, 
 " Thy Joy hath pa/fed this way 
 
 Over the round vjorld''s ritn ; 
 
 Lean thou ^ look/or hitn. 
 He comes with dawn 0/ dayP 
 
 " 'Behold, behold^ it faith, 
 ^^ Spirit that for row eth, 
 
 Thefmile 0/ the IVell-'Be loved, 
 
 'But /or a /pace removed 
 Over the edge 0/ death. ''^ 
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 <JA^ dim £5 wandering quejl, 
 U^^far hope faintly guejjed, 
 
 'But a night-long tendereji token, 
 tA word that is almojl fpoken^ 
 This light that I love the bejh 
 
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 w 
 
 THE rOUU^gSST CHILT>. 
 
 HSC^thou art old^ go forth fome azure day^ 
 Leaving thy children at their grave employ^ 
 Tliy grandchildren at play, 
 tAnd^feeking xvith Jlow feet 
 Some quiet woodland feat y 
 Forget all cares that could thy peace annoy^ 
 Jtnd take thy joy 
 This IV ay. 
 
 ^e fure no keen airs through the branches come, 
 'j^^r Learn too fcorching pierce them overhead^ 
 iAnd let the wild bees hum^ 
 The fquirrcls laughing cry, 
 iAnd flap of wings on high 
 
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 'Be all the founds that to thy ear are fped, 
 tAll others fed 
 Or dumb. 
 
 There fold by fold unwrap the garb of years 
 In which it is thy wont to go 
 Difguifed among thy peers ^ 
 T^ifrobe thee till thou win 
 Within^ within^ within 
 The little Qhild whofe joy they cannot know^ 
 Or J be it fo^ 
 Its tears. 
 
 i/i little C^oildy grieved by a rofe-thorn fmart 
 iAnd by a rofe^ a bird^ a toy beguiled 
 With foolijh^ childijh heart. 
 
 Tliere with that [elf unchanged^ 
 But all too long ef ranged^ 
 For one Jhort hour of play be reconciled 
 t,ind be the Qhild 
 Thou art. 
 
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