A BIRD SONG. IT'S a year almost that I have not seen her: Oh last summer green things were greener Brambles fewer, the blue sky bluer. It's surely summer, for there's a swallow: Oh happy swallow whose mate will follow A A SMILE AND A SIGH. SMILE because the nights are short! Of sweet love-making, harmless sport: A sigh because the days are long! Long long these days that pass in sighing, A burden saddens every song: While time lags which should be flying, I ONE DAY. WILL tell you when they met : While meeting birds made haste to sing I will tell you when they parted. When plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown Then they parted heavy-hearted; The full rejoicing sun looked down As grand as in the days before; Only they had lost a crown; When shall they meet? I cannot tell, For this they wait, one waits in pain. Angels shall ask them, "Is it well?" REST. SONNET. EARTH, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth: Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs. She hath no questions, she hath no replies, Hushed in and curtained with a blessed dearth Darkness more clear than noonday holdeth her, Even her very heart has ceased to stir : Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be; And when she wakes she will not think it long. THE CONVENT THRESHOLD. THERE'S blood between us, love, my love. There's father's blood, there's brother's blood; And blood's a bar I cannot pass : I choose the stairs that mount above, Stair after golden skyward stair, To city and to sea of glass. My lily feet are soiled with mud, Your eyes look earthward, mine look up. Beyond the hills a watered land, They bore the Cross, they drained the cup, Racked, roasted, crushed, wrenched limb from limb. They the offscouring of the world: The heaven of starry heavens unfurled, The sun before their face is dim. You looking earthward, what see you? Milk-white, wine-flushed among the vines, Up and down leaping, to and fro, Most glad, most full, made strong with wines, Blooming as peaches pearled with dew, You linger, yet the time is short: Is this a time for smile and sigh, Where sudden blue birds nest and sport? Kneel, wrestle, knock, do violence, pray; To-day is short, to-morrow nigh: You sinned with me a pleasant sin: How long shall stretch these nights and days? She laves her soul with tedious tears : How long must stretch these years and years? |