NOT THOU BUT I T must have been for one of us, my own, IT To drink this cup and eat this bitter bread. This weary path and steep, thy feet had bled For mine, and thy mouth had for mine made moan; And so it comforts me, yea, not in vain, To think of thine eternity of sleep; To know thine eyes are tearless though mine weep: A DREAM H' ERE—where last night she came,—even she for whom I would so gladly live, or lie down dead,— Came in the likeness of a Dream, and said Such words as thrilled this desolate, ghost-thronged room, I sit alone now, in the absolute gloom. Ah, surely on her breast was leaned my head! Ah, surely on my mouth her kiss was shed, Give thanks, heart, for thy rootless flower of bliss; SORROW CHILD, with mystic eyes and flowing hair, AI saw her her Though but a boy, I cried, "How fair a face!" She faintly smiled, yet did not say "Forbear!" She led my steps through many a leafy place, At length we stood upon a brooklet's brink, I seem to hear its sources babbling yet,— She gave me water from her hand to drink, The while her eyes upon its flow were set. "Thy name?" I asked; she whispered low, "Regret," Then faded, as the sun began to sink. BESIDE THE DEAD AD seems the room, and strangely still, where lies SA Some form now motionless, in which of late Glad life exulted. Mark the changed estate, The helpless hands, clasped in such peaceful wise, But, surely, yet a sadder thing is this To look upon Love's face, where Love lies dead, Thorn-crowned and rose-crowned, watch beside the bed. Sped souls may live again, no man can tell; But dead Love shall not break Death's awful spell. I TOUCHED the heart that loved me as a player Touches a lyre; content with my poor skill No touch save mine knew my beloved (and still I thought at times: Is there no sweet lost air Old loves could wake in him, I cannot share?); Oh, he alone, alone could so fulfil My thoughts in sound to the measure of my will. The songs I knew not he resumes, set free |