Ay, men may wonder while they scan Confirmed in such a rest to keep; For me, my heart that erst did go That sees through tears the murmurs leap, Would now its wearied vision close, And friends, dear friends, when it shall be Let One, most loving of you all, -Elizadeth Barrett Browning. L EVENING SONG OOK off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea; How long they kiss in sight of all the lands! Ah, longer, longer we. Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun, As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine, And Cleopatra Night drinks all. "Tis done! Love, lay thy hand in mine. Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart; Glimmer, ye waves, round else unlighted sands; O Night, divorce our sun and moon apart, Never our lips, our hands. -Sidney Lanier. D TO MY SON O you remember, my sweet, absent son, How in the soft June days forever done You loved the heavens so warm and clear and high; And when I lifted you, soft came your cry: "Put me 'way up-'way up in the blue sky?" I laughed and said I could not; set you down, Your gray eyes wonder-filled beneath that crown Of bright hair gladdening me as you raced by. Another Father now, more strong than I, Has borne you voiceless to your dear blue sky. -George Parsons Lathrop. T the sea, SUNRISE HE sky is laced with fitful red, The circling mists and shadows flee, The dawn is rising from 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. -Oscar Wilde. H TO A SKYLARK AIL to thee, blithe spirit! In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher and still higher, From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. |