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Almon + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Poems + +Author: Sophia M. Almon + +Release Date: March 6, 2006 [EBook #17936] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** + + + + +Produced by Thierry Alberto, Richard J. Shiffer, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. +(This file was produced from images generously made +available by the Canadian Institute for Historical +Microreproductions (www.canadiana.org). + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + +<h1>POEMS</h1> + + +<h3>BY</h3> + + +<h2>SOPHIE M. ALMON.</h2> + +<br /> +<br /> + +<h4><i>(For Private Circulation.)</i></h4> + +<br /> +<br /> + +<p class="heading"><i>April, 1889:</i><br /> +<i>Printed for the Author by J. J. Anslow.</i><br /> +<i>Windsor, N. S.</i></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2> + + +<p><i>Sonnets</i>:—</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#CROWS">Crows.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#FUTURITY">Futurity.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#THERE_IS_NO_GOD">There is no God.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#DISAPPOINTMENT">Disappointment.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#A_SHADOW">A Shallow.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#TRIUMPH">Triumph.</a></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="contents" /> + +<p><i>Rondeaux</i>:—</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#RONDEAU_I_WILL_FORGET">I Will Forget.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#RONDEAU_WHEN_SUMMER_COMES">When Summer Comes.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#RONDEAU_IT_MIGHT_HAVE_BEEN">It Might Have Been.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#RONDEAU_BROTHER_AND_FRIEND">Brother and Friend.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#RONDEAU_POURQUOI">Pourquoi?</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#RONDEAU_FOR_OUR_LOVES_SAKE">For our Love's Sake.</a></span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="contents" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#ECHOES">Echoes.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#NOON">Noon.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#PICTURES">Pictures.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#EURYDICE">Eurydice.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#SLACK_TIDE">Slack Tide.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#AN_EVENING_IN_OCTOBER">An Evening in October.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#PARTED">Parted.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#TOUT_POUR_LAMOUR">Tout pour L'Amour.</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><a href="#SOOTHING">Soothing.</a></span><br /> +</p> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="CROWS" id="CROWS"></a>CROWS.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">T</span>HEY stream across the fading western sky<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">A sable cloud, far o'er the lonely leas;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now parting into scattered companies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now closing up the broken ranks, still high<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And higher yet they mount, while, carelessly,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Trail slow behind, athwart the moving trees<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A lingering few, 'round whom the evening breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Plays with sad whispered murmurs as they fly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A lonely figure, ghostly in the dim<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And darkening twilight, lingers in the shade<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of bending willows: "Surely God has laid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His curse on me," he moans, "my strength of limb<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And old heart-courage fail me, and I flee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bowed with fell terror at this augury."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="FUTURITY" id="FUTURITY"></a>FUTURITY.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">W</span>HAT of our life when this frail flesh lies low<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">A withered clod, and the free soul has burst<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Through the world-fetters? Not of souls accursed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With cherished lusts that mar them, those who sow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Evil and reap the harvest, and who bow<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At Mammon's golden shrine, but those who thirst<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For Truth, and see not,—spirits deep immersed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In doubt and trouble,—hearts that fain would know?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The soul is satisfied. The spirit trained<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For the divine, because the beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now with the body gone, free and unstained,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Doubts swept away like clouds of scattering wool<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Before a blast,—e'er Heaven's pure paths are trod<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Is perfected to understand its God.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="THERE_IS_NO_GOD" id="THERE_IS_NO_GOD"></a>THERE IS NO GOD.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">T</span>HERE is no God? If one should stand at noon<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">Where the glow rests, and the warm sunlight plays,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Where earth is gladdened by the cordial rays<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And blossoms answering, where the calm lagoon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gives back the brightness of the heart of June,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And he should say: "There is no sun"—the day's<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Fair shew still round him,—should we lose the blaze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And warmth, and weep that day has gone so soon?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Nay, there would be one word, one only thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"The man is blind!" and throbs of pitying scorn<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Would rouse the heart, and stir the wondering mind.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We <i>feel</i>, and <i>see</i>, and therefore <i>know</i>,—the morn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With blush of youth ne'er left us till it brought<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Promise of full-grown day. "The man is blind!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="DISAPPOINTMENT" id="DISAPPOINTMENT"></a>DISAPPOINTMENT.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE light has left the hill-side. Yesterday<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">These skies shewed blue against the dusky trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The leaves' soft murmur in the evening breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was music, and the waves danced in the bay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then was my heart, as ever, far away<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With you,—and I could see you as one sees<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A mirrored face,—and happiness and ease<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hope were mine, in spite of long delay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">After these months of waiting, this is all!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hope, dead, lies coffined, shrouded in despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With all the blessings of the outer air<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forgot, 'neath the black covering of a pall.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Only the darkening of the woodland ways,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A heart's low moaning over wasted days.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="A_SHADOW" id="A_SHADOW"></a>A SHADOW.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE world to-day is radiant, as I ne'er<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">Could picture it in wildest dreaming, when<br /></span> +<span class="i2">For long, long hours I lay in flowery glen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or wooded copse, and tried in vain to tear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The glamour from my eyes, and face the glare<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And tumult of the busy world of men.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I staked my all, and won! and ne'er again<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can my blest spirit know a heart's despair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And yet—and yet—why should it be that now,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When all my heart has longed for is at last<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Within my grasp, and I should be at rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A ghostly Something rising in the glow<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Of Love's own fire, an uninvited guest,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Taunts me with just one memory of the past!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="TRIUMPH" id="TRIUMPH"></a>TRIUMPH.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE sky, grown dull through many waiting days,<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">Flashed into crimson with the sunrise charm,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">So all my love, aroused to vague alarm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flushed into fire and burned with eager blaze.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw thee not as suppliant, with still gaze<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of pleading, but as victor,—and thine arm<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Gathered me fast into embraces warm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I was taught the light of Love's dear ways.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This day of triumph is no longer thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Oh conqueror, in calm exclusive power.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As evermore, through storm, and shade, and shine,<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Your woe my pain, your joy my ecstasy,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We breathe together,—so this blessed hour<br /></span> +<span class="i3">Of self-surrender makes my jubilee!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="RONDEAU_I_WILL_FORGET" id="RONDEAU_I_WILL_FORGET"></a>RONDEAU.—I WILL FORGET.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">I</span> WILL forget those days of mingled bliss<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">And dear delicious pain,—will cast from me<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All dreams of what I know can never be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even the remembrance of that parting kiss.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I knew that some day it would come to this<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In spite of all our sworn fidelity,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That I must banish even memory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, sorrowing, learn to say, nor say amiss<br /></span> +<span class="i8">I will forget.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I register this vow, and am content<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That it be so. Ah me!—yet, if the door<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shut on our heaven might be asunder rent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even now, and I could see the way we went,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I might retract my vow, and say no more<br /></span> +<span class="i8">I will forget.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="RONDEAU_WHEN_SUMMER_COMES" id="RONDEAU_WHEN_SUMMER_COMES"></a>RONDEAU.—WHEN SUMMER COMES.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">W</span>HEN summer comes, and when o'er hill and lea<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">The sun's strong wooing glow hath patiently<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Shed o'er the earth long days his golden dower,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And then, by force of his own loving power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drawn the hard frost, and left it passive, free<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To give forth all its sweets untiringly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall not the day rise fair for thee and me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And all life seem but as an opening flower<br /></span> +<span class="i8">When summer comes?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The days move slowly, young hearts yearn to be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Together always, cannot brook to see<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their love-days pass, and void each sunny hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Yet may we smile, e'en when fate's storm-clouds lower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting fulfilment of our hearts' decree<br /></span> +<span class="i8">When summer comes.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="RONDEAU_IT_MIGHT_HAVE_BEEN" id="RONDEAU_IT_MIGHT_HAVE_BEEN"></a>RONDEAU.—IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">I</span>T might have been so different a year<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">To what <i>has</i> been; the summer's guileless play<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Not all a jest, comes back to me to-day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In added sweetness, and provokes a tear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strange pictures rise, pass on, and disappear.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Drawn from your tender words of yesterday<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When, looking in my eyes in the old way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You told me of your life, how passing dear<br /></span> +<span class="i8">It might have been.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Useless to dream, more useless to regret!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We might have lived and loved, nor lost the glow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Love's first sweet intensity;—to let<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These foolish fancies die I strive,—and yet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I still must count it happiness to know<br /></span> +<span class="i8">It might have been.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="RONDEAU_BROTHER_AND_FRIEND" id="RONDEAU_BROTHER_AND_FRIEND"></a>RONDEAU.—BROTHER AND FRIEND.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">B</span>ROTHER and friend I found thee in the hour<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">Of need and day of trouble, strong and true.—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In June's fair mirth, and when the sunrise hue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shewed bright where joy had built his thoughtless bower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou wert a child to sport with, something lower<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Than a friend's need. I gave, methought, thy due,—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">An elder sister's gentleness, nor knew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That ere Spring dawned my soul would feel thy power.<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Brother and Friend!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A man, with a man's strength, and will, and fire,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I know thee, my Alcides; thus a god<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For some fair soul to reverence, and desire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To own and worship. <i>I</i> can place thee higher<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To-day, in naming thee,—pain's paths just trod—<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Brother and Friend.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="RONDEAU_POURQUOI" id="RONDEAU_POURQUOI"></a>RONDEAU.—POURQUOI?</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"<span class="dropcap">P</span>OURQUOI," she breathed, then drooped her head,<br /></span> +<span class="i1a">(Pure snow-drifts to the sunset wed)<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As all my weakness I confessed.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I shewed how I had done my best,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though long ago I should have fled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knowing all hope, for me, was dead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now my heart would die, unfed.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She murmured low, (was it in jest?)<br /></span> +<span class="i6">"Pourquoi?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">That winsome face, all rosy red,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I turned towards me,—gone was dread!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She came as birdlings to their nest<br /></span> +<span class="i2">At eventide; so was I blest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By that one precious, softly-said<br /></span> +<span class="i6">"Pourquoi?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="RONDEAU_FOR_OUR_LOVES_SAKE" id="RONDEAU_FOR_OUR_LOVES_SAKE"></a>RONDEAU.—FOR OUR LOVE'S SAKE.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">F</span>OR our Love's sake I bid thee stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i1a">Sweet, ere the hours flee away,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Beneath the old acacia tree<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That waves its blossoms quiveringly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And think awhile of early May:<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Of how the months have fled away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sunrise hour turned twilight gray,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">While we have suffered smilingly<br /></span> +<span class="i6">For our Love's sake.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It may not be—that which we pray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For tearfully—but dare not say.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And yet if, Sweet, it may not be,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">We still may suffer silently,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Watching our sunlight fade away,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">For our Love's sake.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="ECHOES" id="ECHOES"></a>ECHOES.</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<table summary="" rules="cols" cellpadding="0"> +<tr> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">A</span> BREATH<br /></span> + <span class="i2a">And a sigh,—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">How we fly<br /></span> + <span class="i0">From Death!<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">A breath<br /></span> + <span class="i2">And a sigh,—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">How we fly<br /></span> + <span class="i0">From Death!<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">A palm<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Warm pressed,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">As we guessed<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Love's psalm.<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Sing on<br /></span> + <span class="i2">O our bird!<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Thou art heard<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Alone.<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">A word<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Breathed close,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">And then rose<br /></span> + <span class="i0">The bird<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">We know<br /></span> + <span class="i2">No life,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Neither strife,<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Nor woe,<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">That cowers<br /></span> + <span class="i2">In the wood<br /></span> + <span class="i2">'Mid a flood<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Of flowers,<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Nor aught<br /></span> + <span class="i2">But this hour,—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Love's dower<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Dear bought.—<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Till Love's<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Heart sighs,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Like the cries<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Of doves,—<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Death's voice<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Is away,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">And we may<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Rejoice.<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Then sings<br /></span> + <span class="i2">His song,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Beating strong<br /></span> + <span class="i0">White wings,—<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">The bird<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Of our song<br /></span> + <span class="i2">May be long<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Unheard,<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Heart clear<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Though faint,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Like a saint<br /></span> + <span class="i0">In prayer.—<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">But, Dear,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Bend low;<br /></span> + <span class="i2">It is now<br /></span> + <span class="i0">We hear.<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">He reigns<br /></span> + <span class="i2">In power,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">And Love's hour<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Disdains.<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Dear Heart<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Your kiss!—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">After this<br /></span> + <span class="i0">We part.<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Forget<br /></span> + <span class="i2">For a day<br /></span> + <span class="i2">All his sway,<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Life's fret.<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +<td align='left'> + <div class="poemt"><div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">A breath<br /></span> + <span class="i2">And a sigh,—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">How we fly<br /></span> + <span class="i0">From Death!<br /></span> + </div></div> +</td> +</tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="NOON" id="NOON"></a>NOON.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">N</span>O ripple stirs the water,<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">No song-bird wakes the grove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Calm noon-tide sways his sceptre,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And hushes even love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On earth the sun-god bending<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Poureth his wondrous store;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soft-tongued tide, advancing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Laps the unconscious shore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The long, low isle of marsh-land<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stretches in weary waste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By sloping sand-banks guarded,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">By winding weeds embraced.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Comes clearly from the open<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The plash of distant oars,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the rocky headland<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The snow-white sea-gull soars.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I see as if through dream-clouds,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I hear from far away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The scorched air breathes its opiate,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The drowsy fancies stay;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I have no hopes or longings,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I scarce can feel your kiss,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For thought, and joy and worship,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Another hour than this!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="PICTURES" id="PICTURES"></a>PICTURES.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE full-orbed Paschal moon; dark shadows flung<br /></span> +<span class="i1a">On the brown Lenten earth; tall spectral trees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stand in their huge and naked strength erect,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stretch wild arms towards the gleaming sky.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A motionless girl-figure, face upraised<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the strong moonlight, cold and passionless.<br /></span> +</div> +<hr class="short" /> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A proud spring sunset; opal-tinted sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save where the western purple, pale and faint<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With longing for her fickle Love,—content<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had merged herself into his burning red.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fair young maiden, clad in velvet robe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of sombre green, stands in the golden glow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One hand held up to shade her dazzled eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A bunch of white Narcissus at her throat.<br /></span> +</div> +<hr class="short" /> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">November's day, dark, leaden, lowering,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grey purple shadows fading on the hills;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dreary and desolate the far expanse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gloomy sameness of the open plain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A peasant woman, in white wimpled hood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">White vest, and scarlet petticoat, surveys<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The meadow, with rough hands crossed on her breast.<br /></span> +</div> +<hr class="short" /> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A shining, shimmering, gracious, golden day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sated summer's all-pervading hush;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Warm luscious tints, glowing in earth and sky.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On a low mossy bank, a little child,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His golden curls twined in the reedy grass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clutching within his tear-stained feverish hands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The yellow blossoms of the Celandine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sobs out his heart in passionate childish grief.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="EURYDICE" id="EURYDICE"></a>EURYDICE.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">O</span>H come, Eurydice!<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">The Stygian deeps are past<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Well-nigh; the light dawns fast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh come, Eurydice!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The gods have heard my song!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My love's despairing cry<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Filled hell with melody,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the gods heard my song.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I knew no life but thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Persephone was moved;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">She, too, hath lived, hath loved;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She saw I lived for thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I may not look on thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Such was the gods' decree;—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Till sun and earth we see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No kiss, no smile for thee!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The way is rough, is hard;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I cannot hear thy feet<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Swift following; speak, my Sweet,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is the way rough and hard?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Oh come, Eurydice!"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I turn: "our woe is o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I will not lose thee more!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I cry: "Eurydice!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O father Hermes, help!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I see her fade away<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Back from the dawning ray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear Father Hermes, help!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">One swift look,—all is lost!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wild heaven-arousing cries<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Pierce to the dull dead skies;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My heaven, my all is lost!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The unrelenting gods<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Refuse me. "No," say they,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Thy chance is thrown away."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fierce unrelenting gods!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The sky is blue no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The spring-tide airs are bleak,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I find not her I seek,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The earth is fair no more!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I loathe all earth, all life!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">These Thracian women gaze<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And whispering, go their ways,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeing I loathe my life.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Only my song remains.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I may not cease to sing,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though hot tears start and sting,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The song that still remains,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Even—"Come Eurydice!"<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sea rolls on in pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Echoing the note again:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Lost, lost Eurydice!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And still the sea moves on,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The woods give back the thrill<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Eurydice!" and still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The quiet sea moves on.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The years, Eurydice,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The long unquiet years<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Heed not or sighs or tears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh Heart, Eurydice!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="SLACK_TIDE" id="SLACK_TIDE"></a>SLACK TIDE.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">M</span>Y boat is still in the reedy cove<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">Where the rushes hinder its onward course,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For I care not now if we rest or move<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the slumberous tide to the river's source.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">My boat is fast in the tall dank weeds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I lay my oars in silence by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lean, and draw the slippery reeds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through my listless fingers carelessly.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The babbling froth of the surface foam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clings close to the side of my moveless boat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like endless meshes of honeycomb,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I break it off, and send it afloat.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A faint wind stirs, and I drift along<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far down the stream to its utmost bound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the thick white foam-flakes gathering strong<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still cling, and follow, and fold around.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! the weary green of the weedy waste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thickening scum of the frothy foam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the torpid heart by the reeds embraced<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shrouded and held in its cheerless home.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The fearful stillness of wearied calm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The tired quiet of ended strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The echoed note of a heart's sad psalm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sighing end of a wasted life.—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The reeds cling close, and my cradle sways,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the white gull dips in the waters' barm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the heart asleep in the twilight haze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feels not its earth-bonds, knows not alarm.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="AN_EVENING_IN_OCTOBER" id="AN_EVENING_IN_OCTOBER"></a>AN EVENING IN OCTOBER</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">E</span>VENING has thrown her hushing garment round<br /></span> +<span class="i1a">This little world; no harsh or jarring sound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Disturbs my reverie. The room is dark,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kneeling at the window I can mark<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each light and shadow of the scene below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The placid glistening pools, the streams that flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the red earth, left by the hurrying tide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ridge of mountain on the farther side<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shewing more black for many twinkling lights<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That come and go about the gathering heights.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Below me lie great wharves, dreary and dim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lumber houses crowding close and grim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like giant shadowed guardians of the port,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With towering chimneys outlined tall and swart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Against the silver pools. Two figures pace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wharf in ghostly silence, face from face.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the black line of mountain, silver-clear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In faint rose-tint of vaporous evening air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sinketh the bright suspicion of a wing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The slim curved moon, who in shy triumphing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hideth her face. Above, the rose-tint pales<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into a silver opal, hills and dales<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of cloudy glory, fading high alone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into a tender blue-grey monotone.—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then I thought: "ere that fair, slender moon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has rounded grown and full, (so soon, so soon!)<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our hearts' desire accomplished we shall see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear one, all light, and joy, and ecstasy!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="PARTED" id="PARTED"></a>PARTED.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">M</span>Y spirit holds you, Dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">Though worlds away,"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This to their absent ones<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Many can say.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Thoughts, fancies, hopes, desires,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">All must be yours;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweetest my memories still<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of our past hours."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>I</i> can say more than this<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Now, lover mine,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here can I feel your kiss<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Warmer than wine,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Feel your arms folding me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Know that quick breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That aye my soul would stir<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Even in death.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis not a memory, Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thoughts of the past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fleeting remembrances<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Which may not last,—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But, as I shut my eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Know I the sign<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That you are here, yourself,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Bodily, mine.—<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So, Love, I cannot say<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"My spirit flies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the widening space,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Under dull skies,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To where <i>your</i> spirit is,"—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Though I may know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seas part us, earth divides,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It is not so<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Here to me, now, for you<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Lean on my heart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who says that you and I<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Ever can part?—<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="TOUT_POUR_LAMOUR" id="TOUT_POUR_LAMOUR"></a>TOUT POUR L'AMOUR.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">T</span>HE world may rage without,<br /></span> +<span class="i2a">Quiet is here;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Statesmen may toil and shout,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cynics may sneer;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The great world,—let it go,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">June warmth be March's snow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I care not,—be it so<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since I am here.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Time was when war's alarm<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Called for a fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When sorrow's seeming harm<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hastened a tear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naught care I now what foe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Threatens, for scarce I know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How the year's seasons go<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since I am here.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">This is my resting-place<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Holy and dear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where pain's dejected face<br /></span> +<span class="i2">May not appear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This is the world to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth's woes I will not see,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But rest contentedly<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Since I am here.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Is't your voice chiding, Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">My mild career,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My meek abiding, Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Daily so near?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Danger and loss," to me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah, Sweet, I fear to see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No loss but loss of <i>thee</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I am here.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr /> +<h2><a name="SOOTHING" id="SOOTHING"></a>SOOTHING.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><span class="dropcap">I</span> AIMLESS wandered thro' the woods, and flung<br /></span> +<span class="i1a">My idle limbs upon a soft brown bank,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, thickly strewn, the worn-out russet leaves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rustled a faint remonstrance at my tread.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The yellow fungi, shewing pallid stems,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mossy lichen creeping o'er the stones<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And making green the whitened hemlock-bark,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dull wax of the woodland lily-bud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On these my eye could rest, and I was still.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No sound was there save a low murmured cheep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From an ambitious nestling, and the slow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And oft-recurring plash of myriad waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That spent their strength against the unheeding shore.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over and through a spreading undergrowth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I saw the gleaming of the tranquil sea.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The woody scent of mosses and sweet ferns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mingled with the fresh brine, and came to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bringing a laudanum to my ceaseless pain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A quietness stole in upon me then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er my soul there passed a wave of peace.<br /></span> +</div></div> +<hr class="full" /> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Sophia M. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Poems + +Author: Sophia M. Almon + +Release Date: March 6, 2006 [EBook #17936] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS *** + + + + +Produced by Thierry Alberto, Richard J. Shiffer, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. +(This file was produced from images generously made +available by the Canadian Institute for Historical +Microreproductions (www.canadiana.org). + + + + + + + + + +POEMS + + +BY + + +SOPHIE M. ALMON. + + + +(For Private Circulation.) + + + +_April, 1889:_ + +_Printed for the Author by J. J. Anslow._ + +_Windsor, N. S._ + + + + +CONTENTS. + + +_Sonnets_:-- + + Crows. + Futurity. + There is no God. + Disappointment. + A Shallow. + Triumph. + + * * * * * + +_Rondeaux_:-- + + I Will Forget. + When Summer Comes. + It Might Have Been. + Brother and Friend. + Pourquoi? + For our Love's Sake. + + * * * * * + + Echoes. + Noon. + Pictures. + Eurydice. + Slack Tide. + An Evening in October. + Parted. + Tout pour L'Amour. + Soothing. + + + + +CROWS. + + +They stream across the fading western sky + A sable cloud, far o'er the lonely leas; + Now parting into scattered companies, +Now closing up the broken ranks, still high +And higher yet they mount, while, carelessly, + Trail slow behind, athwart the moving trees + A lingering few, 'round whom the evening breeze +Plays with sad whispered murmurs as they fly. + +A lonely figure, ghostly in the dim + And darkening twilight, lingers in the shade + Of bending willows: "Surely God has laid +His curse on me," he moans, "my strength of limb + And old heart-courage fail me, and I flee + Bowed with fell terror at this augury." + + + + +FUTURITY. + + +What of our life when this frail flesh lies low + A withered clod, and the free soul has burst + Through the world-fetters? Not of souls accursed +With cherished lusts that mar them, those who sow +Evil and reap the harvest, and who bow + At Mammon's golden shrine, but those who thirst + For Truth, and see not,--spirits deep immersed +In doubt and trouble,--hearts that fain would know? + +The soul is satisfied. The spirit trained + For the divine, because the beautiful, +Now with the body gone, free and unstained, + Doubts swept away like clouds of scattering wool + Before a blast,--e'er Heaven's pure paths are trod + Is perfected to understand its God. + + + + +THERE IS NO GOD. + + +There is no God? If one should stand at noon + Where the glow rests, and the warm sunlight plays, + Where earth is gladdened by the cordial rays +And blossoms answering, where the calm lagoon +Gives back the brightness of the heart of June, + And he should say: "There is no sun"--the day's + Fair shew still round him,--should we lose the blaze +And warmth, and weep that day has gone so soon? + +Nay, there would be one word, one only thought, + "The man is blind!" and throbs of pitying scorn + Would rouse the heart, and stir the wondering mind. + We _feel_, and _see_, and therefore _know_,--the morn + With blush of youth ne'er left us till it brought + Promise of full-grown day. "The man is blind!" + + + + +DISAPPOINTMENT. + + +The light has left the hill-side. Yesterday + These skies shewed blue against the dusky trees, + The leaves' soft murmur in the evening breeze +Was music, and the waves danced in the bay. +Then was my heart, as ever, far away + With you,--and I could see you as one sees + A mirrored face,--and happiness and ease +And hope were mine, in spite of long delay. + +After these months of waiting, this is all! + Hope, dead, lies coffined, shrouded in despair, + With all the blessings of the outer air +Forgot, 'neath the black covering of a pall. + Only the darkening of the woodland ways, + A heart's low moaning over wasted days. + + + + +A SHADOW. + + +The world to-day is radiant, as I ne'er + Could picture it in wildest dreaming, when + For long, long hours I lay in flowery glen +Or wooded copse, and tried in vain to tear +The glamour from my eyes, and face the glare + And tumult of the busy world of men. + I staked my all, and won! and ne'er again +Can my blest spirit know a heart's despair. + +And yet--and yet--why should it be that now, + When all my heart has longed for is at last + Within my grasp, and I should be at rest, +A ghostly Something rising in the glow + Of Love's own fire, an uninvited guest, + Taunts me with just one memory of the past! + + + + +TRIUMPH. + + +The sky, grown dull through many waiting days, + Flashed into crimson with the sunrise charm, + So all my love, aroused to vague alarm, +Flushed into fire and burned with eager blaze. +I saw thee not as suppliant, with still gaze + Of pleading, but as victor,--and thine arm + Gathered me fast into embraces warm, +And I was taught the light of Love's dear ways. + +This day of triumph is no longer thine, + Oh conqueror, in calm exclusive power.-- +As evermore, through storm, and shade, and shine, + Your woe my pain, your joy my ecstasy, + We breathe together,--so this blessed hour + Of self-surrender makes my jubilee! + + + + +RONDEAU.--I WILL FORGET. + + +I will forget those days of mingled bliss + And dear delicious pain,--will cast from me + All dreams of what I know can never be, +Even the remembrance of that parting kiss. +I knew that some day it would come to this + In spite of all our sworn fidelity, + That I must banish even memory, +And, sorrowing, learn to say, nor say amiss + I will forget. + +I register this vow, and am content + That it be so. Ah me!--yet, if the door +Shut on our heaven might be asunder rent +Even now, and I could see the way we went, + I might retract my vow, and say no more + I will forget. + + + + +RONDEAU.--WHEN SUMMER COMES. + + +When summer comes, and when o'er hill and lea +The sun's strong wooing glow hath patiently + Shed o'er the earth long days his golden dower, + And then, by force of his own loving power, +Drawn the hard frost, and left it passive, free +To give forth all its sweets untiringly, +Shall not the day rise fair for thee and me, + And all life seem but as an opening flower + When summer comes? + +The days move slowly, young hearts yearn to be +Together always, cannot brook to see + Their love-days pass, and void each sunny hour, + Yet may we smile, e'en when fate's storm-clouds lower, +Waiting fulfilment of our hearts' decree + When summer comes. + + + + +RONDEAU.--IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN. + + +It might have been so different a year + To what _has_ been; the summer's guileless play + Not all a jest, comes back to me to-day +In added sweetness, and provokes a tear. +Strange pictures rise, pass on, and disappear. + Drawn from your tender words of yesterday + When, looking in my eyes in the old way +You told me of your life, how passing dear + It might have been. + +Useless to dream, more useless to regret! + We might have lived and loved, nor lost the glow +Of Love's first sweet intensity;--to let +These foolish fancies die I strive,--and yet + I still must count it happiness to know + It might have been. + + + + +RONDEAU.--BROTHER AND FRIEND. + + +Brother and friend I found thee in the hour + Of need and day of trouble, strong and true.-- + In June's fair mirth, and when the sunrise hue +Shewed bright where joy had built his thoughtless bower, +Thou wert a child to sport with, something lower + Than a friend's need. I gave, methought, thy due,-- + An elder sister's gentleness, nor knew +That ere Spring dawned my soul would feel thy power. + Brother and Friend! + +A man, with a man's strength, and will, and fire, + I know thee, my Alcides; thus a god +For some fair soul to reverence, and desire +To own and worship. _I_ can place thee higher + To-day, in naming thee,--pain's paths just trod-- + Brother and Friend. + + + + +RONDEAU.--POURQUOI? + + +"Pourquoi," she breathed, then drooped her head, +(Pure snow-drifts to the sunset wed) + As all my weakness I confessed. + I shewed how I had done my best, +Though long ago I should have fled, +Knowing all hope, for me, was dead; +And now my heart would die, unfed. + She murmured low, (was it in jest?) + "Pourquoi?" + +That winsome face, all rosy red,-- +I turned towards me,--gone was dread! + She came as birdlings to their nest + At eventide; so was I blest +By that one precious, softly-said + "Pourquoi?" + + + + +RONDEAU.--FOR OUR LOVE'S SAKE. + + +For our Love's sake I bid thee stay, +Sweet, ere the hours flee away, + Beneath the old acacia tree + That waves its blossoms quiveringly, +And think awhile of early May: + +Of how the months have fled away, +And sunrise hour turned twilight gray, + While we have suffered smilingly + For our Love's sake. + +It may not be--that which we pray +For tearfully--but dare not say. + And yet if, Sweet, it may not be, + We still may suffer silently, +Watching our sunlight fade away, + For our Love's sake. + + + + +ECHOES. + + +A breath | A breath + And a sigh,-- | And a sigh,-- + How we fly | How we fly +From Death! | From Death!-- + | +A palm | Sing on + Warm pressed, | O our bird! + As we guessed | Thou art heard +Love's psalm. | Alone. + | +A word | We know + Breathed close, | No life, + And then rose | Neither strife, +The bird | Nor woe, + | +That cowers | Nor aught + In the wood | But this hour,-- + 'Mid a flood | Love's dower +Of flowers, | Dear bought.-- + | +Till Love's | Death's voice + Heart sighs, | Is away, + Like the cries | And we may +Of doves,-- | Rejoice. + | +Then sings | The bird + His song, | Of our song + Beating strong | May be long +White wings,-- | Unheard, + | +Heart clear | But, Dear, + Though faint, | Bend low; + Like a saint | It is now +In prayer.-- | We hear. + | +He reigns | Dear Heart + In power, | Your kiss!-- + And Love's hour | After this +Disdains. | We part. + | +Forget | A breath + For a day | And a sigh,-- + All his sway, | How we fly +Life's fret. | From Death! + + + + +NOON. + + +No ripple stirs the water, + No song-bird wakes the grove, +Calm noon-tide sways his sceptre, + And hushes even love. + +On earth the sun-god bending + Poureth his wondrous store; +The soft-tongued tide, advancing, + Laps the unconscious shore. + +The long, low isle of marsh-land + Stretches in weary waste, +By sloping sand-banks guarded, + By winding weeds embraced. + +Comes clearly from the open + The plash of distant oars,-- +Over the rocky headland + The snow-white sea-gull soars. + +I see as if through dream-clouds, + I hear from far away. +The scorched air breathes its opiate, + The drowsy fancies stay; + +I have no hopes or longings, + I scarce can feel your kiss,-- +For thought, and joy and worship, + Another hour than this! + + + + +PICTURES. + + +The full-orbed Paschal moon; dark shadows flung +On the brown Lenten earth; tall spectral trees +Stand in their huge and naked strength erect, +And stretch wild arms towards the gleaming sky. +A motionless girl-figure, face upraised +In the strong moonlight, cold and passionless. + + * * * * * + +A proud spring sunset; opal-tinted sky, +Save where the western purple, pale and faint +With longing for her fickle Love,--content +Had merged herself into his burning red. +A fair young maiden, clad in velvet robe +Of sombre green, stands in the golden glow, +One hand held up to shade her dazzled eyes, +A bunch of white Narcissus at her throat. + + * * * * * + +November's day, dark, leaden, lowering,-- +Grey purple shadows fading on the hills; +Dreary and desolate the far expanse +And gloomy sameness of the open plain. +A peasant woman, in white wimpled hood, +White vest, and scarlet petticoat, surveys +The meadow, with rough hands crossed on her breast. + + * * * * * + +A shining, shimmering, gracious, golden day; +The sated summer's all-pervading hush; +Warm luscious tints, glowing in earth and sky. +On a low mossy bank, a little child, +His golden curls twined in the reedy grass, +Clutching within his tear-stained feverish hands +The yellow blossoms of the Celandine, +Sobs out his heart in passionate childish grief. + + + + +EURYDICE. + + +Oh come, Eurydice! + The Stygian deeps are past + Well-nigh; the light dawns fast. +Oh come, Eurydice! + +The gods have heard my song! + My love's despairing cry + Filled hell with melody,-- +And the gods heard my song. + +I knew no life but thee; + Persephone was moved; + She, too, hath lived, hath loved; +She saw I lived for thee. + +I may not look on thee, + Such was the gods' decree;-- + Till sun and earth we see +No kiss, no smile for thee! + +The way is rough, is hard; + I cannot hear thy feet + Swift following; speak, my Sweet,-- +Is the way rough and hard? + +"Oh come, Eurydice!" + I turn: "our woe is o'er, + I will not lose thee more!" +I cry: "Eurydice!" + +O father Hermes, help! + I see her fade away + Back from the dawning ray; +Dear Father Hermes, help! + +One swift look,--all is lost! + Wild heaven-arousing cries + Pierce to the dull dead skies; +My heaven, my all is lost! + +The unrelenting gods + Refuse me. "No," say they, + "Thy chance is thrown away." +Fierce unrelenting gods! + +The sky is blue no more, + The spring-tide airs are bleak, + I find not her I seek, +The earth is fair no more! + +I loathe all earth, all life! + These Thracian women gaze + And whispering, go their ways, +Seeing I loathe my life. + +Only my song remains. + I may not cease to sing, + Though hot tears start and sting, +The song that still remains, + +Even--"Come Eurydice!" + The sea rolls on in pain, + Echoing the note again: +"Lost, lost Eurydice!" + +And still the sea moves on, + The woods give back the thrill + "Eurydice!" and still +The quiet sea moves on. + +The years, Eurydice, + The long unquiet years + Heed not or sighs or tears, +Oh Heart, Eurydice! + + + + +SLACK TIDE. + + +My boat is still in the reedy cove +Where the rushes hinder its onward course, +For I care not now if we rest or move +O'er the slumberous tide to the river's source. + +My boat is fast in the tall dank weeds +And I lay my oars in silence by, +And lean, and draw the slippery reeds +Through my listless fingers carelessly. + +The babbling froth of the surface foam +Clings close to the side of my moveless boat, +Like endless meshes of honeycomb,-- +And I break it off, and send it afloat. + +A faint wind stirs, and I drift along +Far down the stream to its utmost bound, +And the thick white foam-flakes gathering strong +Still cling, and follow, and fold around. + +Oh! the weary green of the weedy waste, +The thickening scum of the frothy foam, +And the torpid heart by the reeds embraced +And shrouded and held in its cheerless home. + +The fearful stillness of wearied calm, +The tired quiet of ended strife, +The echoed note of a heart's sad psalm, +The sighing end of a wasted life.-- + +The reeds cling close, and my cradle sways, +And the white gull dips in the waters' barm, +And the heart asleep in the twilight haze +Feels not its earth-bonds, knows not alarm. + + + + +AN EVENING IN OCTOBER + + +Evening has thrown her hushing garment round +This little world; no harsh or jarring sound +Disturbs my reverie. The room is dark, +And kneeling at the window I can mark +Each light and shadow of the scene below. +The placid glistening pools, the streams that flow +Through the red earth, left by the hurrying tide; +The ridge of mountain on the farther side +Shewing more black for many twinkling lights +That come and go about the gathering heights. +Below me lie great wharves, dreary and dim, +And lumber houses crowding close and grim +Like giant shadowed guardians of the port, +With towering chimneys outlined tall and swart +Against the silver pools. Two figures pace +The wharf in ghostly silence, face from face. +O'er the black line of mountain, silver-clear +In faint rose-tint of vaporous evening air, +Sinketh the bright suspicion of a wing, +The slim curved moon, who in shy triumphing +Hideth her face. Above, the rose-tint pales +Into a silver opal, hills and dales +Of cloudy glory, fading high alone +Into a tender blue-grey monotone.-- +And then I thought: "ere that fair, slender moon +Has rounded grown and full, (so soon, so soon!) +Our hearts' desire accomplished we shall see +Dear one, all light, and joy, and ecstasy!" + + + + +PARTED. + + +My spirit holds you, Dear, + Though worlds away,"-- +This to their absent ones + Many can say. + +"Thoughts, fancies, hopes, desires, + All must be yours; +Sweetest my memories still + Of our past hours." + +_I_ can say more than this + Now, lover mine,-- +Here can I feel your kiss + Warmer than wine, + +Feel your arms folding me, + Know that quick breath +That aye my soul would stir + Even in death. + +'Tis not a memory, Love, + Thoughts of the past, +Fleeting remembrances + Which may not last,-- + +But, as I shut my eyes + Know I the sign +That you are here, yourself, + Bodily, mine.-- + +So, Love, I cannot say + "My spirit flies +Over the widening space, + Under dull skies, + +To where _your_ spirit is,"-- + Though I may know +Seas part us, earth divides, + It is not so + +Here to me, now, for you + Lean on my heart. +Who says that you and I + Ever can part?-- + + + + +TOUT POUR L'AMOUR. + + +The world may rage without, + Quiet is here; +Statesmen may toil and shout, + Cynics may sneer; +The great world,--let it go,-- +June warmth be March's snow, +I care not,--be it so + Since I am here. + +Time was when war's alarm + Called for a fear, +When sorrow's seeming harm + Hastened a tear. +Naught care I now what foe +Threatens, for scarce I know +How the year's seasons go + Since I am here. + +This is my resting-place + Holy and dear, +Where pain's dejected face + May not appear; +This is the world to me, +Earth's woes I will not see, +But rest contentedly + Since I am here. + +Is't your voice chiding, Love, + My mild career, +My meek abiding, Love, + Daily so near?-- +"Danger and loss," to me? +Ah, Sweet, I fear to see +No loss but loss of _thee_, + And I am here. + + + + +SOOTHING. + + +I aimless wandered thro' the woods, and flung +My idle limbs upon a soft brown bank, +Where, thickly strewn, the worn-out russet leaves +Rustled a faint remonstrance at my tread. +The yellow fungi, shewing pallid stems, +The mossy lichen creeping o'er the stones +And making green the whitened hemlock-bark, +The dull wax of the woodland lily-bud, +On these my eye could rest, and I was still. +No sound was there save a low murmured cheep +From an ambitious nestling, and the slow +And oft-recurring plash of myriad waves +That spent their strength against the unheeding shore. +Over and through a spreading undergrowth +I saw the gleaming of the tranquil sea. +The woody scent of mosses and sweet ferns, +Mingled with the fresh brine, and came to me, +Bringing a laudanum to my ceaseless pain; +A quietness stole in upon me then, +And o'er my soul there passed a wave of peace. + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Poems, by Sophia M. 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