Rather new suns across the sky shall pa.s.s, New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the gra.s.s.

And we two lovers shall not sit afar, Critics of nature, but the joyous sea Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star Shoot arrows at our pleasure! We shall be Part of the mighty universal whole, And through all aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic Soul!

We shall be notes in that great Symphony Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres, And all the live World"s throbbing heart shall be One with our heart; the stealthy creeping years Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die, The Universe itself shall be our Immortality.

THE FOURTH MOVEMENT

IMPRESSION

LE ReVEILLON

THE sky is laced with fitful red, The circling mists and shadows flee, The dawn is rising from the sea, Like a white lady from her bed.

And jagged brazen arrows fall Athwart the feathers of the night, And a long wave of yellow light Breaks silently on tower and hall,

And spreading wide across the wold Wakes into flight some fluttering bird, And all the chestnut tops are stirred, And all the branches streaked with gold.

AT VERONA

HOW steep the stairs within Kings" houses are For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread, And O how salt and bitter is the bread Which falls from this Hound"s table,-better far That I had died in the red ways of war, Or that the gate of Florence bare my head, Than to live thus, by all things comraded Which seek the essence of my soul to mar.

"Curse G.o.d and die: what better hope than this?

He hath forgotten thee in all the bliss Of his gold city, and eternal day"- Nay peace: behind my prison"s blinded bars I do possess what none can take away My love, and all the glory of the stars.

APOLOGIA

IS it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?

Is it thy will-Love that I love so well- That my Soul"s House should be a tortured spot Wherein, like evil paramours, must dwell The quenchless flame, the worm that dieth not?

Nay, if it be thy will I shall endure, And sell ambition at the common mart, And let dull failure be my vest.i.ture, And sorrow dig its grave within my heart.

Perchance it may be better so-at least I have not made my heart a heart of stone, Nor starved my boyhood of its goodly feast, Nor walked where Beauty is a thing unknown.

Many a man hath done so; sought to fence In straitened bonds the soul that should be free, Trodden the dusty road of common sense, While all the forest sang of liberty,

Not marking how the spotted hawk in flight Pa.s.sed on wide pinion through the lofty air, To where some steep untrodden mountain height Caught the last tresses of the Sun G.o.d"s hair.

Or how the little flower he trod upon, The daisy, that white-feathered shield of gold, Followed with wistful eyes the wandering sun Content if once its leaves were aureoled.

But surely it is something to have been The best beloved for a little while, To have walked hand in hand with Love, and seen His purple wings flit once across thy smile.

Ay! though the gorged asp of pa.s.sion feed On my boy"s heart, yet have I burst the bars, Stood face to face with Beauty, known indeed The Love which moves the Sun and all the stars!

QUIA MULTUM AMAVI

DEAR Heart, I think the young impa.s.sioned priest When first he takes from out the hidden shrine His G.o.d imprisoned in the Eucharist, And eats the bread, and drinks the dreadful wine,

Feels not such awful wonder as I felt When first my smitten eyes beat full on thee, And all night long before thy feet I knelt Till thou wert wearied of Idolatry.

Ah! hadst thou liked me less and loved me more, Through all those summer days of joy and rain, I had not now been sorrow"s heritor, Or stood a lackey in the House of Pain.

Yet, though remorse, youth"s white-faced seneschal, Tread on my heels with all his retinue, I am most glad I loved thee-think of all The suns that go to make one speedwell blue!

SILENTIUM AMORIS

AS often-times the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won A single ballad from the nightingale, So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail, And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

And as at dawn across the level mead On wings impetuous some wind will come, And with its too harsh kisses break the reed Which was its only instrument of song, So my too stormy pa.s.sions work me wrong, And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung; Else it were better we should part, and go, Thou to some lips of sweeter melody, And I to nurse the barren memory Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.

HER VOICE

THE wild bee reels from bough to bough With his furry coat and his gauzy wing, Now in a lily-cup, and now Setting a jacinth bell a-swing, In his wandering; Sit closer love: it was here I trow I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one As long as the sea-gull loved the sea, As long as the sunflower sought the sun,- It shall be, I said, for eternity "Twixt you and me!

Dear friend, those times are over and done; Love"s web is spun.

Look upward where the poplar trees Sway and sway in the summer air, Here in the valley never a breeze Scatters the thistledown, but there Great winds blow fair From the mighty murmuring mystical seas, And the wave-lashed leas.

Look upward where the white gull screams, What does it see that we do not see?

Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams On some outward voyaging argosy,- Ah! can it be We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!

How sad it seems.

Sweet, there is nothing left to say But this, that love is never lost, Keen winter stabs the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of May Whose crimson roses burst his frost, Ships tempest-tossed Will find a harbour in some bay, And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do But to kiss once again, and part, Nay, there is nothing we should rue, I have my beauty,-you your Art, Nay, do not start, One world was not enough for two Like me and you.

MY VOICE

WITHIN this restless, hurried, modern world We took our hearts" full pleasure-You and I, And now the white sails of our ship are furled, And spent the lading of our argosy.

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