66 'Why then should a lark be reckoned One alone, without a second Near his throne? He in skyward flight unslackened, Maiden May sat in her bower; Half in sunshine, half in shower, In the year's most tender time. Her own thoughts in silent song Wistful, wondering, weak or strong: As brook shallows sink or rise. Other thoughts another day, Maiden May, will surge and sway Round your heart ; Wake, and plead, and turn at bay, Wisdom part, and folly part. Time not far remote will borrow Other joys, another sorrow, All for you; Not to-day, and yet to-morrow Reasoning false and reasoning true. Wherefore greatest? Wherefore least? Hearts that starve and hearts that feast? You and I? Stammering Oracles have ceased, And the whole earth stands at " why?" Underneath all things that be Over all Spreads a veil impenetrably, Spreads a dense unlifted pall. Mystery of mysteries: This creation hears and sees High and low Vanity of vanities : This we test and this we know. Maiden May, the days of flowering Nurse you now in sweet embowering, Sunny days; Bright with rainbows all the showering, Bright with blossoms all the ways. Close the inlet of your bower, Close it close with thorn and flower, Lengthen out the shortening hour, - Stay to-day which wanes too soon, Bask you in the actual noon, Rest you in the present truth. Let to-day suffice to-day : For itself to-morrow may Fetch its loss; Aim and stumble, say its say, Watch and pray and bear its cross. TILL TO-MORROW. LONG have I longed, till I am tired Of longing and desire; Farewell my points in vain desired, My dying fire; Farewell all things that die and fail and tire. Springtide and youth and useless pleasure My hopes of unattainable treasure, Dreams not worth dreaming, Glow-worms that gleam but yield no warmth in gleaming, Farewell all shows that fade in showing: My wish and joy stand over Until to-morrow; Heaven is glowing Through cloudy cover, Beyond all clouds loves me my Heavenly Lover. TH DEATH-WATCHES. HE Spring spreads one green lap of flowers No chilling showers of Autumn hours Can stay them or recall; Winds sing a dirge, while earth lays out of sight Her garment of delight. The cloven East brings forth the sun, The cloven West doth bury him What time his gorgeous race is run A funeral moon is lit in heaven's hollow, |