Of wisdom. Wait: my faith is large in Time, But then most Godlike being most a man. Whose foresight preaches peace, my heart so slow To feel it! For how hard it seem'd to me, When eyes, love-languid thro' half-tears would dwell Then not to dare to see! when thy low voice, For Love himself took part against himself O this world's curse,-beloved but hated-came If the sense is hard To alien ears, I did not speak to these- Hard is my doom and thine: thou knowest it all. And to the want, that hollow'd all the heart, The trance gave way To those caresses, when a hundred times In that last kiss, which never was the last, The lights of sunset and of sunrise mix'd In that brief night; the summer night, that paused O then like those, who clench their nerves to rush Upon their dissolution, we two rose, There closing like an individual life- Live-yet live Shall sharpest pathos blight us, knowing all Live happy; tend thy flowers; be tended by My blessing! Should my Shadow cross thy thoughts For calmer hours to Memory's darkest hold, Not all forgotten. Should it cross thy dreams, TITHONUS The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn. Alas! for this gray shadow, once a man— So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, Who madest him thy chosen, that he seem'd To his great heart none other than a God! I ask'd thee, 'Give me immortality.' Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile, Like wealthy men who care not how they give. But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills, And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me, And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. Can thy love, Thy beauty, make amends, tho' even now, Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill with tears To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all ? A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes A glimpse of that dark world where I was born. Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure, And bosom beating with a heart renew'd. Thy cheek begins to redden thro' the gloom, Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine, Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise, And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes, And beat the twilight into flakes of fire. Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, |