y A t!P"^^' UNIVEP^ t li '• >-itoiuC UNITS UNITS WINIFRED LUCAS € JOHN LANE THE BODLEY HEAD LONDON AND NEW YORK 1896 TO ALICE MEYNELL CONTENTS PACE Go Forth, Go Forth i Paradox 2 Units 3 Restraint 4 The Dead 5 Departure . 6 A Question ......... 7 Two Worlds ........ 8 May- Blossom 9 Drought 10 Contradiction , . . . . . . .11 A Fancy 12 Pity 13 Parted 14 Presence . . . . . . . . -IS Childless 16 Sleep and Life 18 Apprehension 19 Dawn .......... 20 Sympathy 21 Fruit and Thorns ........ 22 The Equator 23 Two Graves ........ 24 T he Language of Love 25 Vlll Aurora and Tithonus Life and Death . Dispossessed Mine • Meeting Riches Lost Thought *' Here or nowhere is the whole fact" At Day-Break From " The Sea-Maid Perception . The Past . Heaven The Lunatic's Wife Sincerity Spirit . Nature Divided Friendship . Waters Reahty Ballade of Mourning Triolet Egeria Love's Assurance . Confidence . " The flight of the alone to the alone " Motherless . " Nothing new" . "Oh, child of mine" Sanctuary . PAGE 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 SI 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 IX Sleep . At Night . Waking In Extremis Recall. The Dead Mothc In Vain Nocturne Nocturne Nocturne Sleepless A Sail. Loss . Alone . Night Thoughts The Shadow of Death PAGE 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 69 70 71 72 73 74 76 77 J Go Forth, Go Forth Go forth, go forth, my shadowy love, — Of every star be free, Through all the tremulous midnight move Till heaven is filled with thee; My little claim to hold thee prove By thine immensity : Then, ere the daylight dawn above, Return, and hide in me. B Paradox So deep a thought I never move, Nor grow a thought so tall, As when I look on you, and love, And never think at all. I never choose a path so free, Nor am so much a thrall, As when, intent to follow thee, I do not choose at ail. Units Love turns a year to days. An hour He breaks To instants separate as a diamond shower ; He shakes From its dull face a blaze Of pointed rays, Made units by his power. So from the rule of tyrannous Time he takes The months, weeks, days, And separate pulses of their treasure makes To Time's amaze. B — 2 Restraint What word is sweet ? What thought is delicate ? What wing is fleet, What spirit isolate? That word I will not yield To mortal ear, But keep it sealed. Triumphantly austere. That thought I will admit Then only, when To loneliness, and it, I rise from men. That wing I will await Such time as I Can think as separate As I could fly, The Dead Aye, 'tis well to love the dead ; On a grave, once lit, Love's fire is always nourished, The past has food for it, And the chill present to the blaze would ever nearer sit. For such a fire new fuel I bring ; — From the past I make Fresh songs upon this grave to fling, And burn there for your sake. So, sleeping, you are mine, beloved, as I am yours, awake. Departure What is it that goes from me? What is this That leaves me weeping ? Ah, too little known, Too seldom met, though never met amiss, You were, to leave me feeling thus alone. Whence then these tears? I can but think they spring From long ago, when life was blossoming ; And that I mourn for you, not all, in truth, As vanished friend, but as a part of youth. A Question Poor body, sinking ever toward the grave Death keeps for you ; poor heart ; uneven beat Of countless petty pulses ; wave on wave Of blood now cold, and now at fever heat ! Out of you all what profits now, or aids Where fall at last the deathly cypress shades? How comes the love of such another one To seem an immortality begun ? Two Worlds Love makes no claim that I should think with you, Rise with your raptures, droop with your despair; — The world of thought is wide enough for two, And they are richest, who go singly there. Though in that world divided, yet are we In this, not driven any space apart. — There, we are young with all we cannot see, — Here, we are old with love's eternal heart. May-Blossom To Rose Hake Nurslings from Beauty's elemental breast, Some emulous pulses of her energy In this fulfilment of delight at rest, Your hands have held, and parted with — to me. The embodied breath of some shy tenderness Too cruelly conscious to take form on earth Till trapped and tangled in this thorny birth, — Like love, through grief impassioned to confess. Leaves, zephyr-loosed from some Elysian tree To share the fever of terrestrial spring. Their fairy fitness blanched and shadowy With the sweet trouble of remembering. But ah, since language blows so barrenly, Let mine from poverty expressed refrain, Biding its time, with autumn haws to stain The hardened year that saw such beauty die. lO Drought In time of drought a sweeping flood would do Less good than harm : who thought of thirst to die, Life beaten out ere they to quench it knew, Would perish rather of the remedy. And I, who faint for sight and sound of you, Find all the channels of my joy run dry ; — Yet, were they flooded, love might perish too. That lives so much on what the heavens deny. II Contradiction Active, to love; and passive, to be loved? I only know it is not so with me ; — To act is effort, and is far removed From my still heart's assured sufficiency. And to be loved, and passive ? When a breath That Love gives forth weighs down the un- steadied air With its demand, incentive even to death ! To love, we live; but, being loved, we dare. 12 A Fancy As Indian women pause before they go To bathe, and, dallying at the water's rim, Asoka blossoms on its surface throw, Orange and red, from dusky hands and slim ; So, pausing, do I deck with thoughts of thee The face of every joy that comes to me. 13 Pity Pity, from wastes of fruitless sighs, In act and word makes exodus, When open Grief upon her cries To hear and help him thus and thus ; But for some private agonies That shoot and signal unto us Their secrets not to recognize, Their cure at our own risk discuss, Sick at our hearts, and helpless, lies Unpitied Pity, piteous. H Parted Oh cruel that my voice should fail When I would call thee back ; And bitter that the light should pale Upon thy lessening track. Through the light breeze thy passage wakes, Too far away to hear, Oh, listen for the heart that breaks To have had thee once so near ! 15 Presence Friend, in the little moment that we meet, Your lightest words I cannot pause to weigh, For I must write them in my heart, complete, Lest I should starve upon a lonelier day. Ah heaven, that you, worst mischief and best good Of all my life, should too indifferent be To aid, or injure, as you only could. My claim, new made on immortality. i6 Childless Oh, thou tormented soul, Moaning the lax control, The pardons given, which, backward looking, seem Impulsions to the stream Fast rushing on the shoal; Too free forbearance, all That went before the fall, Caught in a ghastly circumstantial whole : 'Gainst your despair The moved heart of heaven Sends protest of the palpitating sphere. Through starry pulses emphasized and driven In volume on the air. One star too weak might be For such an embassy. And, harmless as your love, fail harmfully ; 17 It, unsupported, might The message of the populous height By singleness belie, Yet, in the infinite Vibration ring aright, With full orchestra for environment. So may the ignorant plight Of baffled good intent A wider wisdom organize In its free firmament. And prove love's foiled utilities His proper complement. For to impossible words Eternity may rhyme. And wing and vocalize the birds Unrealized of Time. Believe, believe with me Another potency In what of ruin seems the immediate cause. Conceit proportioned to the smart ! We prove, Though so unbearably rebuked of Love, To have failed, at least as foils to his more stringent laws? i8 Sleep and Life Invoking life, I feel the surging tide Of countless wants ordained to be denied ; Invoking sleep, I feel the hastening stream Of minor wants merged in a want supreme. 19 Apprehension We tremble lest sleep derive Bad dreams from the day that's sped,- But seldom in sleep we strive With the forms of our actual dread : I am more in the grave, alive, Than ever I shall be, dead. Such fear of the time to come ! — Sincerely, I think, you may, When you lie for ever dumb, Have nothing you need to say. Mourn now, if you will, your home, — 'Twill be nothing to you that day. c— 2 20 Dawn With what restrained, yet gathering, force, Day grows in the reluctant sky ! The Sun, on his unvarying course. Lights many a path to choose and try ; Oh, day that stands 'twixt night and me, Shall we be friends eternally ? Or shall I bid you fade away, As through the western fires you go, That, of the lost, misshapen clay My touch distorted, none may know ? 21 Sympathy Must I sit idle thro' your tears, Idle in all but love's fierce will, So full of courage and of fears, That strains against your sorrow still ? Ah timid love, fly home to speech ! And so from gentlest silence free The gentler words that fear to teach Of what a harshness words can be. 22 Fruit and Thorns Shall I grow fruit for only thee, And thorns for all the world beside ? Trust not the miracle, for see, How thick the thorny growth, and wide. The sudden fruit, as suddenly As love demands it, may subside ; Shall I grow fruit for only thee. And thorns for all the world beside ? Princess, tread not so fearlessly The brambly pathway at my side ! '» The fruit and thorns are one," said she, " Love's burning bush is deified ; •' The thorns are precious fruit to me ; " The fruit is dead to all beside," 23 The Equator Hurried in from either pole, Panting, piteous, and opprest, Timid raptures hither roll. In thy light to be exprest, In thy language to be drest. In thy lulling warmth confessed, Comforted, sustained, and blest, Oh Equator of my soul, Starred with countless points of rest. Sunned with courage and control ! 24 Two Graves " To fill the tiny compass of this grave A mother's heart was emptied of its bliss." I read it where the churchyard grasses wave The peace of that world on the pain of this ; And sighed for her, 'twixt whom, and her child's face, Blind daisies grew, until I read again, •' To fill the compass of this resting place A mother's heart was emptied of its pain." 25 The Language of Love Of thee I utter naught, yet speak of thee In every gentle action unto One Who doth ensure the earthly secrecy Of signs flashed heavenward, past the baffled sun. In all the gracious grammar of that speech Nothing's to learn, and not a word to teach; For there love's easy fluency implies The alien mode of earth's timidities. 26 Aurora and Tithonus In all the force that daily sets The yellowing East aflame, What solace for thy feebleness, What hope, immortal frame ? In the quick sword that flashes night From heaven, what power to win Back death's abundant dark for thee To rest and revel in ? No men of mortal birth could guess, Dawn's shivering stars who scan, The ruth in light's great overflow For pity of a man. 27 Life and Death Can life be near, with death so far ? Returning from a grave, full fain Of the alive and life again, Our shrinking visions, all in vain Averted from the dead that are. After the dead that must be, strain, 28 Dispossessed My joys, — turned skyward from their courses even, Caught in the wind of love's unearthly breath, — Rose to the radiant privacy of heaven From me, uncrowned beneath, To match their Hghts with Ariadne's seven. And proud was I to search the dazzhng height For gems once close about my human brow, No more regardful of a mortal's right : — But I am weary of the vigil now, And stars are only visible — at night. 29 Mine Mine, only mine, and mine alone, and mine, again I cry, Mine on the earth, and underneath, and mine beyond, the sky, Mine, late or soon, in early time, or late eternity, — A priceless thing that none forego, since none can claim but I. Chaos breaks into order sweet, the order sweet of thee ; Indifferent millions emphasize thy dear identity; And alien charms like raindrops fall in this still lake of me. Fed from one holy river's deep, exhaustless purity. 30 Meeting Your guessed-at words I do exchange to-day For what you say ; Your loved ideal, imagined from afar, For what you are ; And oh, 'tis sweet to change the exalted you For this, the true. The real it is demands the daily use Of soft excuse, — • And where's the love ideal enough to miss The stimulus of this ? 31 Riches You who to some far Spring postpone The hope of currency unknown For this now vainly drawn upon Waste gold of life's December, For me the future's rich alone, Past hope complete, and heavenly sweet, with that which I remember. Oh snows of love I trod between. Where earth and heaven together lean ! Oh, shades of angels never seen, Oh, incense of endeavour! — The heart where such a love has been Is white with you, and breathes of you, and breaks for you, for ever. Lost Thought My highest thought has broken free, Sick of its small dependency, Of a wider court, and a fairer, fain : Trap it, oh heart of my heart, for me, That, out of thy sweet eyes, worthily Throned at last, it may rule again. 33 " Here or nowhere is the whole fact" Emerso):. Part of the heaven of other spheres, Is earth more earthly than the stars ? One with eternity, are years To its existent glory bars ? If ever, life's immortal now, Judged every hour, if judged at all ; — Yet for what issues I and thou Look to the body's funeral ! 34 At Day-Break Slide down thy solace, Dawn, like dew, On that pale leaf of light, aslant, The hid sun forces first to view, Low in the waking firmament ! With breezy light the tree-tops shake. Like sun-tipped waves forbid to break ! The boughs that into glory shoot, — Poets whom sombre lives enthral, — Spring from a dark, material root The sun has never kissed at all ; Bold with his secret warmth to move Heights level with his open love. 35 From " The Sea-Maid " Song Lo, underneath life's puzzled plan Love's groundworks deep are laid, And death cannot unmake a man Whom love for once has made. D — 2 56 Perception Waking suddenly to day, And to powers untrapped as yet By the senses' daily net, I, in absolute array, Saw the flashing sword-blades set In the human way : Saw the wounds that men forget, Cut too deeply for regret In the lethal fume and fret Of their work and play. 37 The Past Out of the past could I enchant thee now To fill the future ?— No ! Beyond the past 'twere treason to allow That human joy could go. I by strange ways am wandering back to thee, Strange ways, that, wide and far, Move under skies of dark fidelity To one with-holden star. 38 Heaven Things never known on earth in heaven may be For us to know, But oh, Before we pray to see Strange ecstasies aglow. Be this our earhest importunity; — That those of us who go May lose, to find indeed, the things that we In finding lost, below. 39 The Lunatic's Wife A Quatrain and Two Sonnets In me thy claim 's eternally allowed, And I in thee eternally rejoice ; What lightning struck me from thy sight ? What cloud Could pour such thunder as to drown my voice ? 40 The Lunatic's Wife I " Till death us part," not life ! Those little lives We thought to love with, yet must live alone, Our faith unbroken, but our joy o'erthrown, Most noble husband, tenderest of wives. Yet, when he comes, my flickering hope revives ; I la}^ my head upon a breast of stone ; My tears move not the fountains of his own, — No simplest memory of our love survives. Oh, look not on me, pitiless and blind ! I must cling closer that I may not prove This form a wraith as empty as the wind. Oh, draw me with thee, out of sight and mind, That I my solitary way may find Back to the lonely heart of him I love. 41 The Lunatic's Wife II In the remoteness of thine altered lot Does any thought come near enough to men To make the distance felt ? Half-conscious then, Dost thou regret what might be, and is not ? Know, underneath the destinies that blot Thy life's palimpsest with their lies, a pen Has writ my love, to be revealed when That which o'erlies it fades, and is forgot. Yield then to grasping Time the exacted due Of this base coin his superscription mars ; Then let the gold of thy true self renew Its time-effaced impress, and, 'mid the stars Of a new heaven, grow rich enough to pay The weary waste of this beclouded day. 42 Sincerity Not all I love ; and more, not one I hate, Yet oft must give a smile my heart belies, Which, loth to learn its inconsistencies. Impatient, pays the exacted social rate, And, wearied, turns away : then to abate The smart of such an obligation tries, By shifting off its pallid load of lies, Of which necessity ordained the weight. But, looking back on each retreating day, Crowning its low horizon, I descry The unblemished hours that I have spent with thee. To whom the truth is so divine to say That I forget the inevitable lie Outside thy presence still awaiting me. 43 Spirit Oh grand immortal Spirit I have felt Exalt me to a height above the pride Of my new state ; whose essence seemed to melt Long latent floods of soul, and, glorified, Showed me myself, shaped other than I knew, To different purpose, ends unrealized, — Equal reward to equal effort due ! Oh, glorious hint on what I misapprized, Sublime assurance, grand affirmative To the faint questioning of humanity, Leaving no doubt that it is gain to live; Oh, ample space to breathe in when I die, Evolved of solitude, of love, of pain ! — 'Tis in the world I seek myself in vain. 44 Nature She whom I loved, not human in degree, And so I deemed unchanging, is no more Worthy my trust, nor shall a thought restore This wistful heart its love ; and Time shall see No mystic midnight draw her back to me, With whom my lovely sojournings are o'er ! Nay, of the very light she loves to pour Warm on the world, my spirit would be free ! For once, when she the whole day long had smiled. Tuning her murmurous insect strings, my ear Caught the swift sob of human anguish wild ; When I besought her aid, and drew her near, Lo, she I dreamed omnipotent stood there Blind, deaf, and dumb, beside a moaning child. 45 Divided •' Ah no," she said, " and it can never be ! Near half thine age divides us ; I am here Far, far beneath, though straining up to thee, Far, far behind, by many a finished year : Yet not so far, but I can read thy glance Cast back on me, and forward flash my love, Through cruel years of thy deplored advance. Which even love is impotent to move. " Yet, if Eternity even never can 'Twixt human souls affianced intervene, Shall we fall back before this trifling span Of paltry years that push their way between ? No, by love's hand led forward, I on thee Am gaining fast as thou return'st to me ! " 46 Friendship I NEVER come to seek you in the wide Dead world your body lies in ; I confess No wish to thread that blazoned wilderness Of griefs set forth in stone, which ought to hide Beneath the natural grasses, unbelied By over boldness. And to me there's less Found of you there than my own thoughts possess And to each moment of my life confide. You must be always near me. There's less space Between us now than we joined hands across In age, experience, grief, when first we met. Not till love dies, seek I the burial place; — Not till love loses, I lament my loss; Nor, till I've left it, will I name regret. 47 Waters Divining rod of human feeling, fall, Though life and death so ably have concurred To keep the swelling of its waves unheard ! To light of laggard demonstration call Grief's sunk hydrology, revealing all Long tideless seas of spent confusion, stirred To full spring anguish at some pointless word, The keener wits that stagger and appal. To the sad surface draw the unnumbered meres That lie morose the multitude among ! Show the advance, as each new day appears, Of tedious floodings from disheartened years, By common griefs exacted, more than wrung, In chilly drops that lack the salt of tears. 48 Reality Ah, could I always from my nightly sleep Distil so rare a happiness, and sink The real in the unreal, then I think My grateful heart would never let me weep : For each day's path, however dark and steep, Must needs advance me ever toward the brink Of lovely sleep, from fancied wells to drink Impossible draughts of rapture, full and deep. And yet unreal, impossible, I dare To question if such midnight treasures be : For if your vision clearer is to me Than all the faces come between us are, Sleep dawns on realms of past Reality Than any waking present truer far. 49 Ballade of Mourning Night quenched at last the unhappy day ; The mourner slept upon his bed, And in his sleep I heard him say, '• How wasted were the tears I shed, The dust and ashes on my head, And all the state that woes maintain. My grief on sable wings is fled ; The dead are all alive again. " Behind the clouds that fall away When Thor is spent that thundered, The constant stars doth heaven display, In their old order, overhead; So those I mourned in hopeless dread Stand round about me, clear and plain; And I, who wept, sing forth instead. The dead are all alive again. B 50 " Oh piteous forms, with what dismay Have ye to life surrendered ! Why shrink so much from death's decay Back into Uving to be led ? Is it such grief on earth to tread ? So bitterly do ye complain Of those sweet words I uttered, ' The dead are all alive again'?" Envoy " Friend, as the morning broke," he said, *' I woke with wondrous little pain To find them gone, the unwilling dead, Who would not be alive again." 51 Triolet It is so common to be dead, So rare to be alive. Lift up, lift up this drooping head: It is so common to be dead. Of millions death has banished Be royal, and survive ! It is so common to be dead, — So rare to be alive. 5,2 Egeria Lo, Egeria's subtle soul In a fountain wept away ! Not a thought but sorrow stole! Lo, Egeria's subtle soul Out of wisdom's long control Breaking, breaking into spray! Lo, Egeria's subtle soul Tn a fountain wept away ! 53 Love's Assurance On his imperious course, self-lit, Love flouts the largesse of the light To which earth's lowlier walks submit ; On his imperious course, self-lit, He dares the Sun to follow it, And staggers Luna with his flight. — On his imperious course, self-lit, Love flouts the largesse of the light. 54 Confidence If you could read my thoughts, alas, How deeply shamed my heart would be They almost break it as they pass. If you could read my thoughts, alas, How poor your opening eyes would class That love which is the soul of me. If you could read my thoughts, alas, How deeply shamed my heart would be. Answev To read your hidden thoughts, ah, no, I would not, though you bade me, come ! I could not try and test you so. To read your hidden thoughts ? Ah, no ;- You give me all I need to show The heart belied, perhaps, by some. To read your hidden thoughts, ah, no, I would not, though you bade me, come. 55 "The flight of the alone to the alone " Plotinns. In those brief ecstasies of flight Of the alone to the alone, Is seen the old, existent light, With earth's young, ignorant radiance, one. The eternal and the infinite Do most the immortal mortal own, In those brief ecstasies of flight Of the alone to the alone. And through the full orchestral height, 'Mid chords familiar and unknown. Thrills hope for the expectant plight Of love's terrestrial monotone, In those brief ecstasies of flight Of the alone to the alone. 56 Motherless The world's asleep, and not a few Of saddest spirits slumber deep ; Can'st thou not rest a little too ? The world's asleep. Though baby grief is held so cheap, Dear are the tears that prove it true. The breast is cold where thou should'st weep. Ah, must thou wake the whole night through ? The day will come, and tears will keep. Heartbroken still, and naught to do ! The world's asleep. 57 " Nothing new " Nothing new are grief and care, Multiplied where joys are few ; 'Tis a truth to any clear, — Nothing new. In the wonderment of you I have lost my old despair, Waking as from false to true. All love's spells are ancient, dear, Though we doubt it ; lovers do. So may heaven itself declare Nothing new. 58 " Oh, child of mine" Oh, child of mine, though jealously The mother's patent I define, Usurping Sleep out-mothers me. Oh, child of mine ! Each hour her large embraces be, With care as wistful and benign. Intrusive slid 'twixt mine and thee, I must endure the privacy This earliest intimate of thine Enforces at my very knee, Oh, child of mine. 59 Sanctuary With thee, my arms and darkness hold Thy little sins asleep, And warm for them against the cold, My tolerant heart must keep. Where else, though all the world be warm Thy varying charms to greet, Shall these, abandoned in the storm, Effect and find retreat ? 6o Sleep I DARE not love thee, sleeping so, I dare not, dare not, lest my touch Grow tremulous with the to and fro Of pulses loving thee too much, — Intense and thrilling, even to shake A whole day's weariness awake. For these shut lids shall morning's spell A cloudless recompense reveal ! — Ah, child, and is it possible. Lulled thus on mine, thou dost not feel, Light-laid upon thy baby breast, My whole life's weariness at rest ? ai At Night With dews and darkness silently Night comes the dust of day to clear. Sleep, with her tender touch, draws near, No child is shy enough to fear. Nor strong enough to fly, And over thee, my sweet, my own, — And over many a sleeping head, — Love guards, in secret and alone, The silence — of a prayer unknown, The passion — of a tear unshed. 62 Waking Little waking Consciousness Charmed away an hour ago By the strong, sustained caress Of my arms about thee so, Thy return, surprised and slow, Countless quickening pulses know. Silent heart that pillows this Little sphinx of mortal mould, Lo, the waking hour that is Lovely with the secret told, — Plaintive with the manifold Young perplexities of old ! 63 In Extremis Feigning not to see the hand Lifted heavily, and cold, Under death's restraining hold, In importunate demand On the tenderness of old, — Love forgets to understand, For thy breath, the last, is banned; Yesterday thy kiss became Death to claim. Proof against the half-caress That a moment's respite gave Leave to slip from pain's excess, Rallying coward love to press To its heart the little, brave, Baffled waif of weariness, — Love is deaf and blind no less ! Yet to-morrow love would be Dead with thee. 64 Recall As fits a childish holiday, Of merry mood and spirit high, Where did you learn the art to pay To silent love that's standing by, The still caress, the pause in play ? Oh sweet recall ! So far away From life's familiar fields was I, That you without me could not stay For wonder at a love astray That had a lamb to satisfy ? 65 The Dead Mother Is the soul of silence wrung Secrets such as these to have ? Oh sweet word, all words among Soft to life's unlettered tongue, Are you hiding in the grave. Hiding from a child so young? Ah, but guard your ambush well ! Fearful grows my heart to-day Lest, with wakening life, there may Wake the half-inaudible Word of words it cannot say Sea-like in the stranded shell. 66 In Vain The breath of love has filled the sky That darkens, darkens into rest, With clouds of sleep and mystery, With broodings of the earth's own breast, Which, from the great light Love hath made, Each child among his children shade. How sleeps in heaven the furthest star, While you are left to tears alone ? Why moves that gentle breath so far, So far away from only one ? Ah me, the patient hand of night So long in vain to shield the Light ! 67 Nocturne Thee, crouched behind the veil of night, Pain stabs on my rebelHous heart ; And suffering Sleep is watching, white With me, its dull, ingenious art : Yes, white and whiter, Sleep and I Pale with a child's forsaken cry. Is it for little daylight joys Malignant darkness levies this. These moans for hours of merry noise The early claims of Nemesis ? From tender arms that clasp in vain Caught to the solitudes of pain. Grown patient piteously now With patience wrung from weariness, F — 2 68 How shall we dare assume that thou Dost for thy silence suffer less ? I feel the pulses manifold That gathered in my arms I hold. I know the wistful world to day And discord will awaken soon ; — For all its need, I only pray This one small instrument in tune, — One poppy dropped by Dawn, instead Of yellow roses, for thy head. 69 Nocturne My heart is faint with such a trust. Had you no toy for me to keep, No charge less intimate than just This sleep ? 70 Nocturne Soft lids now veiling visibly From us the twin and tender homes Whose tenant is the wondering sky, Blue with the bluest day that comes, — At your mysterious to and fro All day the heavens have glanced and gone. You have her living heart to show, — ■ You have her eyes to close upon. 71 Sleepless With downward lashes, veiling deep Soft stars of pain, The troubled angel of thy sleep Is here in vain. Sad with the wasted dreams that he Had brought for thee. Oh hush then only for his sake ! In pity go With him a little, who would make Thee happy so. Away from sorrow, hand-in-hand, As he had planned. 72 A Sail From shores of sleep a sail, a sail, Sped on the early light that flows To wake the world, and finds you pale With helpless tears, and lost repose : — A little drowsy craft that's drawn To bear you dreaming thro' the dawn. Night's usual fleet went by in vain, You were so powerless to embark. Urged forward in my arms, for pain You missed your footing in the dark, And all your angels cried on day To drive the dreadful night away. Sleep's dewy paths, where nightly press A whole world's thankless feet, for you Pain wove with webs of consciousness The magic light has broken thro' ; While, wistful exiles, to their home Those lingering dreams of yours are come. 73 Loss Of sleep it was death learned this tenderness; Of sleep did he Some vision, soft as any love's caress, Implore for thee, With words familiar; for, a stranger, dumb, He dared not come. Full motherly, as if to soothe and bless Indeed, he came. And took thee, — happy with a lost distress,— Whose looks proclaim How glad, how free, how smiling to be his, Thy shyness is. 74 Alone Must even thou be lonely ? Yes, I lose thee while I lead, for lo, 'Mid happiest ways I bid thee go, A little wistful wilderness For every thought I do not know. For every doubt I cannot guess ! With fragile body half up borne By me, and close against my side, Some little secret bitter thorn, — A pleasure missed, a wounded pride, A little silence left forlorn, — Comes in between us to divide. 75 Some wonder unassuaged — some fear Too breathless, it may be, to win A whisper to be uttered in, — (Or any tenderness to cheer) — A needless shame, a hidden tear, A little joy, a little sin. That call me — and I do not hear. Thus far, no farther, tender child, Whose rippling hair would flood with gold My heart that loves, my arms that fold. Ah, little trustful tide, beguiled At times to meet a blast so cold ! — Up the dim shore, too strait to hold The wealth you bring, Oh bright sea rolled !- How shall I keep you reconciled? 76 Night Thoughts For thoughts of good, or thoughts of ill, I have the whole still night to spare. Whom shall I summon forward there ? No lack of scenes the stage to fill, No want of players thronging still From casts of many a bygone year, — Since the first day they did appear, The shadowy creatures of my will. Oh child, the night is wild for thee ! Her loftiest lights announce from far Their tremulous importunity About thy young, soft ways to be. Sweet lamb of all the flocks that are Penned in my folds of memory ! V The Shadow of Death I Is it such grief to thee, this death ? Sweet heart, the appeal of tears shed so There's nothing earthly answereth. Yet let them flow, And in the sobs of thine own breath Lose what the silence saith. The shadow of a tenderness, The wings of sleep, are left to thee, Dropt, at the accustomed, lost caress, So punctually. Yet — wanton wings ! — they tarried less Thy happier state to bless. 7« The Shadow of Death II How dares my heart be teaching you, As if it knew The language of the grief unknown You bear alone, Whose words by every tear you shed, And many a sob, are numbered ? 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