༡༦ How should I rest in Paradise, Or sit on steps of Heaven alone? I tell you what I dreamed last night: Exultant in exceeding might, And trod the skirts of Cherubim. Still "Give me light," he shrieked; and dipped 100 His thirsty face, and drank a sea, I saw him, drunk with knowledge, take I tell you what I dreamed last night: Cold dews had drenched my plenteous hair “ "My pillow is damp, my sheets are red, 120 Find you a warmer playfellow, A kinder love to love than mine." You wrung your hands; while I like lead For all night long I dreamed of you: I woke and prayed against my will, Then slept to dream of you again. 13 At length I rose and knelt and prayed: I cannot write the words I said, My words were slow, my tears were few; But through the dark my silence spoke Like thunder. When this morning broke, /3 My face was pinched, my hair was gray, And frozen blood was on the sill Where stifling in my struggle I lay. If now you saw me you would say: When once the morning star shall rise, Our palms are grown, our place is set; DOE UP-HILL. OES the road wind up-hill all the way? Will the day's journey take the whole long day? But is there for the night a resting-place? Shall I meet otner wayfarers at night? Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Will there be beds for me and all who seek? |