THE SILVER AGE N my hot youth, no flowers beneath our skies No bluebells nodding in the golden fern, No roses ruddy as her lips: the prize But, now that youth is past and age draws on MORE THAN TRUTH No longer do I know if thou art fair Or if the truth my vision might disgrace, To tell the coming nearer of thy ways, Through eyes that burn, and speechless lips that part? In thee a soul which none may know for thine? LOVE AND WEARINESS N O idol thou for passion's eager will To make a holy worship of thy name; Not thine our praise; remembered not thy claim: No God with ministers of hope and fate, THE WORLD WELL LOST (XVI) W you receive me if I come, the last Of sun-paled silks, and rose-leaves, and rose-scent, THE WORLD WELL LOST (XVII) A H! dearest, did we love each other more, Our greatest loss were nothing to our gain, And safe at sea, we should behold the shore, Or on the hill look down upon the plain. What were our loss? The world and what it can. The old world left behind or far below, How easy to forget the rage of man In our new world where love would have us go. But our love should be love that never ends, |