ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH (XIX) Ο NE saith, "The world's a stage: I took my seat; now I saw the show; and now 'tis time to rise." Another saith, "I came with eager eyes Into life's banquet-hall to drink and eat: The hour hath struck, when I must shoe my feet, From dark through light to darkness, arrowy fleet." We know not whence we came, we know not why DELIVERANCE (VIA DOLOROSA II) DEATH, fair Death, sole comforter and sweet, Lovenor can give such gifts as thine. Sleep hardly shows us round thy shadowy shrine As words of men or snowflakes on the wind. But if we chide thee, saying "Thou hast sinned, thou hast sinned, As shone but late, though shadowed, in our skies,” R EBUKE me not! I have nor wish nor skill To alter one hair's breadth in all this house Of Love, rising with domes so luminous And air-built galleries on life's topmost hill! Change that transmutes, have aimed their darts at us; Reared on earth's soil by man's too passionate will, Dread thou the moment when these glittering towers, Shall melt to mist and vanish in night's shroud! STELLA MARIS (XLIII) A H, might it be that thou, who like the Dawn, Or Nereid rising from thine own blue sea, In supple strength and fearless nudity, With calm wide eyes of azure unwithdrawn, Bared thy white limbs, and let thy beauty dawn In moonbeams whiter than the moon for me; Thou wild as Adria's waves that cradled thee, Swift as a sleuth-hound, slender as a fawn;— Ah, might it be that thou, even thou, couldst give What the soul yearns for; not this passionate feast Which makes the satiate man go forth a beast! I crave no life-gift; let the guerdon be Than thought more frail, than time more fugitive, So but we blend one moment, thou with me! |