Verily, we sow wind; and we He who hath little shall not lack; The earth is fattened with our dead; Therefore the maidens cease to sing, A King dwelt in Jerusalem; He was the wisest man on earth h: He had all riches from his birth, And pleasures till he tired of them; Then, having tested all things, he Witnessed that all are vanity. SLEEP AT SEA. OUND the deep waters: Sou Who shall sound that deep? Too short the plummet, And the watchmen sleep. Some dream of effort Up a toilsome steep; Some dream of pasture grounds For harmless sheep. White shapes flit to and fro From mast to mast; They feel the distant tempest That nears them fast: Great rocks are straight ahead, Great shoals not past; They shout to one another Upon the blast. O, soft the streams drop music Between the hills, And musical the birds' nests Beside those rills: The nests are types of home Love-hidden from ills, The nests are types of spirits Love-music fills. So dream the sleepers, Each man in his place; The lightning shows the smile The ship is driving, driving, It drives apace: And sleepers smile, and spirits Bewail their case. The lightning glares and reddens Across the skies; It seems but sunset To those sleeping eyes. When did the sun go down On such a wise? From such a sunset When shall day arise? "Wake," call the spirits: And smiles and tears; "Wake," call the spirits again : But it would take A louder summons To bid them awake. Driving and driving, The ship drives amain: While swift from mast to mast Shapes flit again, Flit silent as the silence Where men lie slain; Their shadow cast upon the sails Is like a stain. No voice to call the sleepers, No hand to raise : They sleep to death in dreaming Vanity is the end Of all their ways. FROM HOUSE TO HOME. HE first was like a dream through summer heat, While the half-frozen pulses lagged to beat Beneath a winter moon. "But," says my friend, "what was this thing and where? It was a pleasure-place within my soul; An earthly paradise supremely fair That lured me from the goal. The first part was a tissue of hugged lies; My castle stood of white transparent glass |