SLEEPLESS DREAMS G IRT in dark growths, yet glimmering with one star, O night desirous as the nights of youth! Why should my heart within thy spell, forsooth, What wings are these that fan my pillow smooth? Nay, night deep-leaved! And would Love feign in thee Rest for man's eyes and music for his ears? A thicket hung with masks of mockery And watered with the wasteful warmth of tears? STILLBORN LOVE HE hour which might have been yet might not be, Tw Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore Yet whereof life was barren,-on what shore It somewhere sighs and serves, and mute before But lo! what wedded souls now hand in hand With eyes where burning memory lights love home? And leaped to them and in their faces yearned: 66 "I am your child: O parents, ye have come!" THE CHOICE E AT thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die. Surely the earth, that's wise being very old, Now kiss, and think that there are really those, They die not, for their life was death,-but cease; And round their narrow lips the mould falls close. BODY'S BEAUTY F Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told OF (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,) That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive, And her enchanted hair was the first gold. And still she sits, young while the earth is old, And, subtly of herself contemplative, Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave, Till heart and body and life are in its hold. The rose and poppy are her flowers; for where A SUPERSCRIPTION OOK in my face; my name is Might-have-been; L° I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between; Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen. Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,— Thy visage to mine ambush at thy heart |