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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Songs of Womanhood, by Laurence Alma-Tadema
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+Title: Songs of Womanhood
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+
+Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema
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+Release Date: August 19, 2011  [eBook #37132]
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+Language: English
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+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS OF WOMANHOOD***
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+SONGS OF WOMANHOOD
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_BY THE SAME AUTHOR._
+
+_Uniform with this Volume._
+
+REALMS OF UNKNOWN KINGS.
+
+
+=The Athenæum.=--'_In this volume the critic recognises with sudden
+joy the work of a true poet._'
+
+=The Saturday Review.=--'_It is a book in which deep feeling speaks
+... and it has something of that essentially poetical thought, the
+thought that sees, which lies deeper than feeling._'
+
+LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SONGS OF WOMANHOOD
+
+by
+
+LAURENCE ALMA TADEMA
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Grant Richards
+48 Leicester Square
+London
+1903
+
+Edinburgh: Printed by T. and A. Constable
+
+
+
+
+A great number of the following verses are already known to readers of
+_The Herb o' Grace_, and of the little reprint, _Songs of Childhood_.
+As these pamphlets, however, did not reach the public, it has been
+thought advisable to re-issue the verses in book-form, together with
+three or four more collected from various reviews, and a number that
+are here printed for the first time.
+
+                                                           L.A.T.
+
+
+
+
+Contents
+
+
+                                                             PAGE
+
+CHILDHOOD
+
+    KING BABY                                                   3
+
+    A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED                                  5
+
+    TO RAOUL BOUCHARD                                           8
+
+    TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW                                       10
+
+    THE NESTING HOUR                                           11
+
+    THE LITTLE SISTER--Bath-time                               12
+                       Bed-time                                13
+
+    A TWILIGHT SONG                                            14
+
+    A WINTRY LULLABY                                           15
+
+    THE WARM CRADLE                                            16
+
+    THE DROOPING FLOWER                                        17
+
+    MOTHERS IN THE GARDEN--I.                                  18
+                          II.                                  19
+
+    THE GRAVEL PATH                                            20
+
+    THE NEW PELISSE                                            21
+
+    SOLACE                                                     22
+
+    STRANGE LANDS                                              23
+
+    MARCH MEADOWS--A Lark                                      24
+                   Lambs                                       25
+
+    THE ROBIN                                                  26
+
+    THE MOUSE                                                  27
+
+    THE BAT                                                    28
+
+    THE SWALLOW                                                29
+
+    SNOWDROPS                                                  30
+
+    FROST                                                      32
+
+    APPLES                                                     33
+
+    LONELY CHILDREN--I.                                        34
+                    II.                                        35
+
+    PLAYGROUNDS                                                36
+
+    FAIRINGS                                                   38
+
+    THE FLOWER TO THE BUD                                      40
+
+    SIX SONGS OF GIRLHOOD
+
+    LOVE AND THE MAIDENS                                       43
+
+    AWAKENINGS                                                 44
+
+    THE CLOUDED SOUL                                           46
+
+    THE HEALER                                                 47
+
+    THE OPEN DOOR                                              48
+
+    THE FUGITIVE                                               49
+
+
+THE FAITHFUL WIFE                                              53
+
+
+WOMANHOOD
+
+    A WOMAN TO HER POET                                        63
+
+    THE INFIDEL                                                64
+
+    LOVE WITHIN VOWS                                           65
+
+    THE EXILE                                                  66
+
+    THE SCAR INDELIBLE                                         67
+
+    REVULSION                                                  68
+
+    THE CAPTIVE                                                69
+
+    POSSESSION'S ANGUISH                                       70
+
+    TREASURES OF POVERTY                                       72
+
+    SOLITUDE                                                   73
+
+    THE HEART ASLEEP                                           74
+
+    ADVERSITY                                                  75
+
+    FACES OF THE DEAD                                          76
+
+    THE SLEEPER                                                80
+
+    STARS                                                      81
+
+    TRELAWNY'S GRAVE                                           82
+
+    V.R.I.--JANUARY 22, 1901                                   83
+
+    LINES ON A PICTURE BY MARY GOW                             84
+
+    TO SERENITY                                                85
+
+
+ELEVEN SONNETS                                                 89
+
+
+THE OPEN AIR
+
+    SUNSHINE IN FEBRUARY                                      103
+
+    THE CUCKOO                                                104
+
+    A SONG IN THE MORNING                                     107
+
+    IN A LONDON SQUARE                                        109
+
+    THE CALL OF THE GREEN                                     111
+
+    SUMMER ENDING                                             112
+
+    NEAR AUTUMN                                               114
+
+    NOVEMBER                                                  115
+
+    THE COMMON WEALTH                                         117
+
+
+
+
+CHILDHOOD
+
+
+
+
+King Baby
+
+
+      King Baby on his throne
+    Sits reigning O, sits reigning O!
+      King Baby on his throne
+    Sits reigning all alone.
+
+      His throne is Mother's knee,
+    So tender O, so tender O!
+      His throne is Mother's knee,
+    Where none may sit but he.
+
+      His crown it is of gold,
+    So curly O, so curly O!
+      His crown it is of gold,
+    In shining tendrils rolled.
+
+      His kingdom is my heart,
+    So loyal O, so loyal O!
+      His kingdom is my heart,
+    His own in every part.
+
+      Divine are all his laws,
+    So simple O, so simple O!
+      Divine are all his laws,
+    With Love for end and cause.
+
+      King Baby on his throne
+    Sits reigning O, sits reigning O!
+      King Baby on his throne
+    Sits reigning all alone.
+
+
+
+
+A Blessing for the Blessed
+
+
+    When the sun has left the hill-top,
+      And the daisy-fringe is furled,
+    When the birds from wood and meadow
+      In their hidden nests are curled,
+    Then I think of all the babies
+      That are sleeping in the world....
+
+    There are babies in the high lands
+      And babies in the low,
+    There are pale ones wrapped in furry skins
+      On the margin of the snow,
+    And brown ones naked in the isles,
+      Where all the spices grow.
+
+    And some are in the palace
+      On a white and downy bed,
+    And some are in the garret
+      With a clout beneath their head,
+    And some are on the cold hard earth,
+      Whose mothers have no bread.
+
+    O little men and women,
+      Dear flowers yet unblown!
+    O little kings and beggars
+      Of the pageant yet unshown!
+    Sleep soft and dream pale dreams now,
+      To-morrow is your own....
+
+    Though some shall walk in darkness,
+      And others in the light,
+    Though some shall smile and others weep
+      In the silence of the night,
+    When Life has touched with many hues
+      Your souls now clear and white:
+
+    God save you, little children!
+      And make your eyes to see
+    His finger pointing in the dark
+      Whatever you may be,
+    Till one and all, through Life and Death,
+      Pass to Eternity....
+
+
+
+
+To Raoul Bouchard
+
+
+    Dear were your kisses, baby boy,
+      Your weight upon my arm:
+    Gay were your tuneful cries of joy
+      As I danced you round the farm:
+    And sweet your softness when we lay
+    Laughing and cooing in the hay.
+
+    The summer sun will shine again,
+      Old arms will mow and reap;
+    There'll be new flowers on the plain,
+      New lambs among the sheep;
+    But never in this world of men
+    Shall we two be as we were then.
+
+    Your feet have touched the ground, my bird,
+      And now your wondering eyes
+    Will gaze no more as if they heard
+      A seraph in the skies:
+    A little boy, with leap and shout
+    You'll wildly chase your dreams about.
+
+    But when you are a man, soft thing,
+      And life has made you stern,
+    May we who watched you in your spring
+      Still feel our babe return
+    In hallowed moments, such as shine
+    When thought or deed makes man divine.
+
+
+
+
+To-day and To-morrow
+
+
+    Little hands--what will you grasp
+      When you leave this nest, O?
+    Little arms--what will you clasp
+      Against that tender breast, O?
+    Cling to mother's finger, babe,
+      Throw sweet arms about me!
+    Here no noons may linger, babe,
+      Soon you'll love without me.
+
+    Little toes--where will you turn,
+      East or south or west, O?
+    Little feet--what sands that burn
+      Will you soon have pressed, O?
+    Lie on mother's knee, my own,
+      Dance your heels about me!
+    Apples leave the tree, my own,
+    Soon you'll live without me....
+
+
+
+
+The Nesting Hour
+
+
+    Robin-friend has gone to bed,
+    Little wing to hide his head--
+    Mother's bird must slumber too
+    Just as baby Robins do--
+    When the stars begin to rise,
+    Birds and babies close their eyes.
+
+
+
+
+The Little Sister
+
+
+BATH-TIME:
+
+        Baby's got no legs at all,
+    They're soft and pinky, crumpled things;
+        If he stood up he'd only fall:
+    But then, you see, he's used to wings.
+
+
+BED-TIME:
+
+        Baby baby bye,
+        Close your little eye!
+    When the dark begins to creep,
+    Tiny-wees must go to sleep.
+
+        Lammy lammy lie,
+        I am seven, I;
+    Little boys must sleep and wait,
+    If they want their bed-time late.
+
+        Fidgy fidgy fie,
+        There's no need to cry!
+    Soon you'll never dress in white,
+    But sit up working half the night....
+
+
+
+
+A Twilight Song
+
+
+        Baby moon, 'tis time for bed,
+          Owlet leaves his nest now;
+        Hide your little horned head
+          In the twilight west now;
+    When you're old and round and bright,
+    You shall stay and shine all night.
+
+        Baby girl is going too
+          In her bed to creep now;
+        She is little, just like you,
+          Time it is to sleep now;
+    When she's old and tired and wise,
+    She'll be glad to close her eyes.
+
+
+
+
+A Wintry Lullaby
+
+
+        Blow, wind, blow,
+    The fields are white with snow--
+    Sleeping daisies, deep and warm,
+    Cannot hear the Winter storm.
+
+        Freeze, air, freeze,
+    The rime is on the trees--
+    Sleeping buds within the bough,
+    Dream of spring and cuckoos now.
+
+        Turn, earth, turn,
+    The flames of life do burn--
+    Sleeping girl, my baby dove,
+    Knows no world but mother's love.
+
+
+
+
+The Warm Cradle
+
+
+        Hush, baby, hush,
+    Sweet robin's in the bush--
+    All the birdies lie so quiet,
+    Won't my little dicky try it?
+        Hush, baby, hush.
+
+        Sleep, baby, sleep,
+    The lammies love the sheep--
+    Woolly babes all nestle cosy,
+    Lie, my lambkin, warm and rosy,
+        Sleep, baby, sleep.
+
+        Dream, baby, dream,
+    Our feet are in the stream--
+    Stones below but stars above, child,
+    Life is warm so long we love, child,
+        Dream, baby, dream.
+
+
+
+
+The Drooping Flower
+
+
+    Baby's rather ill to-night,
+    Little face is long and white,
+    Eyes are all too large and bright--
+    What shall mother do now?
+
+    Never leave him out of sight,
+    Hold him warm and still and tight,
+    Make him well with all her might,
+    That's what she will do now.
+
+
+
+
+Mothers in the Garden
+
+
+I
+
+      Wagtail--pied Wagtail--
+    What tremor's in your breast?
+    On nimble feet, when we draw near,
+    You run about to hide your fear,
+    As if to say: There's nothing here,
+        I have no nest....
+
+      Wagtail--pied Wagtail--
+    We too their voices heard;
+    Away then to the water-side,
+    And fetch the food for which they cried;
+    From us there is no need to hide,
+        My dainty bird.
+
+II
+
+    The thrushes' nest has fallen
+    From the ivy on the wall:
+    The dear blue eggs are broken,
+    All broken by the fall.
+
+    But we heard a song at sundown
+    That said: O tears are vain!--
+    And babe and I ceased grieving:
+    We think they will build again.
+
+
+
+
+The Gravel Path
+
+
+        Tiny mustn't frown
+        When she tumbles down;
+    If the wind should change--Ah me,
+    What a face her face would be!
+
+        Rub away the dirt,
+        Say she wasn't hurt;
+    What a world 'twould be--O my,
+    If all who fell began to cry!
+
+
+
+
+The New Pelisse
+
+
+    Baby's got a new pelisse,
+    Very soft and very neat--
+    Like a lammy in her fleece
+    She's all white from head to feet.
+
+    Thirty lambs each gave a curl,
+    Mother sewed them, stitch by stitch--
+    All to clothe a baby-girl:
+    Don't you think she's very rich?
+
+
+
+
+Solace
+
+
+      Whom does Miss belong to?
+    Just to Mother, Mother only:
+    That's whom Miss belongs to,
+    --And Mother's never lonely.
+
+      Whom's this little song to?
+    Just to Baby, Baby only:
+    That's whom little song's to,
+    --And Baby's never lonely.
+
+
+
+
+Strange Lands
+
+
+      Where do you come from, Mr. Jay?--
+    'From the land of Play, from the land of Play.'
+      And where can that be, Mr. Jay?--
+        'Far away--far away.'
+
+      Where do you come from, Mrs. Dove?--
+    'From the land of Love, from the land of Love.'
+      And how do you get there, Mrs. Dove?--
+        'Look above--look above.'
+
+      Where do you come from, Baby Miss?--
+    'From the land of Bliss, from the land of Bliss.'
+      And what is the way there, Baby Miss?--
+        'Mother's kiss--mother's kiss.'
+
+
+
+
+March Meadows
+
+
+A LARK:
+
+    Lark-bird, lark-bird soaring high,
+      Are you never weary?
+    When you reach the empty sky,
+      Are the clouds not dreary?
+    Don't you sometimes long to be
+    A silent gold-fish in the sea?
+
+    Gold-fish, gold-fish diving deep,
+      Are you never sad, say?
+    When you feel the cold waves creep
+      Are you really glad, say?
+    Don't you sometimes long to sing
+    And be a lark-bird on the wing?
+
+
+LAMBS:
+
+    O little lambs! the month is cold,
+    The sky is very gray;
+    You shiver in the misty grass
+    And bleat at all the winds that pass;
+    Wait! when I'm big--some day--
+    I'll build a roof to every fold.
+
+    But now that I am small, I'll pray
+    At mother's knee for you;
+    Perhaps the angels with their wings
+    Will come and warm you, little things;
+    I'm sure that, if God knew,
+    He'd let the lambs be born in May.
+
+
+
+
+The Robin
+
+
+    When father takes his spade to dig,
+      Then Robin comes along;
+    He sits upon a little twig
+      And sings a little song.
+
+    Or, if the trees are rather far,
+      He does not stay alone,
+    But comes up close to where we are
+      And bobs upon a stone.
+
+
+
+
+The Mouse
+
+
+      Little Master Mouse,
+    You'd better leave this house;
+    Crumbs are scarce upon the floor,
+    And pussy sleeps behind the door.
+
+      Mousie soft and grey,
+    I wish you'd run away!
+    Cook will catch you in a trap,
+    And mice mayn't sit in mother's lap....
+
+
+
+
+The Bat
+
+
+    Bat, Bat, that flies at night
+    When angels' breath has blown the light,
+    When all the bees are hived in bed
+    And swallow sleeps with hidden head:
+    Songless bird! until this hour,
+    Among the bells in the ivied tower
+    Have you hung dreaming in your house?
+    Are you a living wingèd mouse?--
+    Bat, Bat, I often doubt;
+    And when I see you flit about,
+    I wonder if the dead birds roam
+    In circles round their nestlings' home....
+
+
+
+
+The Swallow
+
+
+    O Swallow! if I had your wings
+    I would not stay below;
+    I'd leave off catching flies and things
+    And up to Heaven I'd go.
+
+    I'd sail above the tallest tree
+    That waves its arms on high;
+    Beyond the furthest cloud we see,
+    And deeper than the sky.
+
+    Perhaps, when live birds find the way,
+    They're all sent down again,
+    And that is why you dive to-day
+    For insects in the rain.
+
+
+
+
+Snowdrops
+
+
+    Little ladies, white and green,
+      With your spears about you,
+    Will you tell us where you've been
+      Since we lived without you?
+
+    You are sweet, and fresh, and clean,
+      With your pearly faces;
+    In the dark earth where you've been
+      There are wondrous places:
+
+    Yet you come again, serene,
+      When the leaves are hidden;
+    Bringing joy from where you've been
+      You return unbidden--
+
+    Little ladies, white and green,
+      Are you glad to cheer us?
+    Hunger not for where you've been,
+      Stay till Spring be near us!
+
+
+
+
+Frost
+
+
+    The flowers in the garden
+    Are very cold at night;
+    When I look out of window
+    Their beds are hard and white.
+
+    The primrose and the scilla,
+    The merry crocus too--
+    O Jane! if we were flowers,
+    What should we children do?
+
+    We'd have to sleep all naked
+    Beneath the windy trees;
+    Yet we should die, I know it,
+    With even a chemise....
+
+
+
+
+Apples
+
+
+      Red cheeks, red cheeks,
+    Will you play with me?
+      No boy, pale boy,
+    I want to climb that tree.
+
+      Red cheeks, red cheeks,
+    You will tumble down--
+      No boy, pale boy,
+    I'll eat the apples brown.
+
+      Red cheeks, red cheeks,
+    Barns are best for rain--
+      No boy, pale boy,
+    I'll soon be down again.
+
+
+
+
+Lonely Children
+
+
+I
+
+    The trees are dusty in the Park,
+    The grass is hard and brown;
+    I'm glad I've got a Noah's ark,
+    But I'm sorry I'm in town.
+
+    A lot of little girls and boys
+    Are not so rich as me;
+    But O! I'd give them all my toys
+    For shells beside the sea....
+
+
+II
+
+    The flowers are happy in the garden,
+    For the bees are always there;
+    The clouds are happy up in Heaven
+    With the angels in the air;
+    But little boy and little mouse
+    Are rather lonely in the house.
+
+
+
+
+Playgrounds
+
+
+    In summer I am very glad
+    We children are so small,
+    For we can see a thousand things
+    That men can't see at all.
+
+    They don't know much about the moss
+    And all the stones they pass:
+    They never lie and play among
+    The forests in the grass:
+
+    They walk about a long way off;
+    And, when we're at the sea,
+    Let father stoop as best he can
+    He can't find things like me.
+
+    But, when the snow is on the ground
+    And all the puddles freeze,
+    I wish that I were very tall,
+    High up above the trees....
+
+
+
+
+Fairings
+
+
+    O, Father has donned his suit of brown
+    And saddled the gelding gray,
+    And he's ridden off to London town
+    Where the streets are fine and gay.
+
+    And Mother has asked for a yard of lace,
+    And Kate for a kerchief new,
+    And Moll for a mirror to look at her face,
+    And Bessie for beads, all blue;
+
+    And Dick has been promised a kite so tall,
+    And Jamie a leathern whip,
+    And Baby shall play with a painted ball,
+    And O! I have asked for a ship!--
+
+    But our eldest sister stood apart,
+    And I think I heard her say:
+    'O bring me back a little white heart
+    Like the one I lost in May....'
+
+
+
+
+The Flower to the Bud
+
+
+    Tiny heart beneath my hand,
+    Say, what treasures will you hold?
+    O, what blossom will unfold,
+    Late to bloom, or soon to fade,
+    From this bud, my baby-maid?
+    Through what shallows will you wade,
+    To what heights will you aspire
+    In your spirit's white desire?
+    Will you mar or will you make?
+    Will you give or will you take?
+    Will you glow or will you break
+    With the running of the sand--
+    Tiny heart beneath my hand?...
+
+
+
+
+SIX SONGS OF GIRLHOOD
+
+
+
+
+Love and the Maidens
+
+
+    He seemed asleep; his wings were wet
+    With dew; he lay among the flowers,
+    Sweeter than Spring; his radiant curls
+    With primrose and with violet
+    Were crowned; and in a silent ring the girls
+    Watched, all an April morning's misty hours....
+
+    Not one dared wake him--yet each breast
+    Yearned to be pillow to a thing
+    So fair. 'How will he smile?' thought they,
+    'In waking?...' But between them pressed
+    One who with laughter bore the rogue away,
+    Ere they had touched a feather of his wing.
+
+
+
+
+Awakenings
+
+
+      The first time she awoke,
+    Her room was filled with light;
+    Thought she: They've made a little fire
+    To warm me through the night....
+
+      The next time she awoke,
+    Sweet music stirred the air;
+    Thought she: They've brought a magic lyre
+    To make my dreams more fair....
+
+      The third time she awoke,
+    The dawn-swept sky was gray;
+    Thought she: I know my heart's desire
+    Will come to me to-day....
+
+      But empty was the street,
+    And ashen was the hearth;
+    And the music-maker's nimble feet
+    Were speeding o'er the earth.
+
+
+
+
+The Clouded Soul
+
+
+    O what have you done with your heart, daughter,
+    And what have you done to your soul, my dear?
+    Your heart was like a lily in June,
+    And your soul as a crystal clear....
+
+    O, I've thrown my heart in a well, mother,
+    For the lily was sick, and needed rain:
+    O, I've wept a cloud round my soul, mother,
+    And we never shall see it again....
+
+
+
+
+The Healer
+
+
+      O will you have my heart, sweet maid,
+    My heart so true, my heart so red?
+      O will you have my heart, dear maid,
+    And give me yours instead?
+
+      O keep your heart, my good young man,
+    For mine is wounded, deep and sore;
+      O keep your heart, my kind young man,
+    For mine shall love no more....
+
+
+
+
+The Open Door
+
+
+    Why have you locked the door, my maid,
+      Why have you locked the door?
+    O! I have let Grief out, she said,
+      Never to enter more.
+
+    Open and set it wide, my maid,
+      Open and set it wide!
+    Lest Joy should come one day, he said,
+      And have to stand outside.
+
+
+
+
+The Fugitive
+
+
+    When she returned to the clouded land,
+    She held sweet flowers in her hand;
+        Her eyes were bright
+        With a beaming light
+    That none could understand.
+
+    Said they: Where, sister, hast thou been?
+    What hidden glory hast thou seen?
+        What magic sod
+        Has thy white foot trod;
+    What song-filled groves of green?
+
+    Said she: I followed across the plain
+    To the gates of Love, to the gates of Pain:
+        By one, by two,
+        All the rest went through:
+    But I came back again....
+
+
+
+
+THE FAITHFUL WIFE
+
+
+
+
+The Faithful Wife
+
+
+    It was a banished chieftain
+    Returned from oversea,
+    And he saw his wife and children
+    Come smiling o'er the lea.
+
+    The moon had wrapped them in her beams,
+    The wind was in their hair,
+    Their feet that trod the wild bluebell
+    Were light as wings on air.
+
+    'O have you come to meet me, wife,
+    As you once did swear to do?
+    Full seven years have I been gone,
+    And was your word so true?'
+
+    He took her by the white cool hand
+    Where the golden rings shone gay;
+    He took her youngest on his arm
+    And joyful led the way.
+
+    'O fair are ye, my father's towers,
+    And sweet my garden dear:
+    God grant I never leave you more
+    Till Death o'ertake me here!'
+
+    The lights were burning in the hall,
+    As they sat them down to meat;
+    The pipers piped a merry tune
+    The while their lord did eat.
+
+    He looked to right, he looked to left,
+    And a happy man was he,
+    As he stroked the head of the good gre-hound
+    That stood beside his knee.
+
+    'O, I am weary, wife, my wife,
+    And the flames begin to pale;
+    Lead on, for I would sleep awhile
+    Before I tell my tale.'
+
+    She lifted the bright curtain
+    That led into her bower;
+    There came the tramp of parting feet
+    And silence held the tower.
+
+    'O wife, how long have I been gone?
+    The room smells of roses still--
+    O wife, our babes are very young,
+    Their limbs are cold and chill....'
+
+    She folded up their raiment small,
+    She smiled but said no word:
+    She laid her children in one bed,
+    Then came beside her lord.
+
+    He could not sleep, he could not wake,
+    But lay in silence there;
+    His dear wife held him by the hand,
+    He felt her wind-blown hair--
+
+    'O Mother! Mother!' whispered one,
+    'Why must we sleep so soon?
+    The sun is hidden down below,
+    I still can see the moon.'
+
+    'Be quiet, be quiet, my little child,
+    And watch the moonbeams creep;
+    To-night you may not play about,
+    For your father lies asleep.'
+
+    'O Mother! Mother!' whispered one,
+    'It is not time for bed!
+    Where have you put my little lid?
+    I cannot hide my head.'
+
+    'Lie still, lie still, my tiny child,
+    Your father dear is found:
+    We four shall never sleep again
+    In the dark and heavy mound.'
+
+    'O Mother! Mother!' whispered one,
+    'How shall that ever be?
+    We may not bide in the light of day
+    To watch upon the lea.'
+
+    'No need, no need, my pretty child,
+    For your father dear has come;
+    We'll kiss him once, we'll kiss him twice,
+    Then seek our own far home.'
+
+    He heard them laugh with baby joy,
+    He felt their kisses sweet,
+    He heard the patter to the door
+    Of their unearthly feet....
+
+    He could not stir when she bent low
+    To kiss him on the lips--
+    He could not raise, to hold her fast,
+    His anguished finger-tips;
+
+    But his heart against her silent breast
+    Beat loud in wild despair--
+    He heard the swaying of her skirt,
+    And his soul leapt forth in prayer.
+
+         .     .     .     .     .
+
+    A shepherd rose to call his sheep
+    When the morning sky was gray;
+    The owl flew back to the ruined tower--
+    He led his flock that way.
+
+    And lo! amid the scattered stones
+    That the foe had strewn around,
+    He saw his long-lost chieftain lie
+    A corpse upon the ground.
+
+    A smile was on his breathless lips,
+    And he lay on the flowered sward,
+    Where his wife and babes had bled to death
+    Beneath a traitor's sword.
+
+
+
+
+WOMANHOOD
+
+
+
+
+A Woman to her Poet
+
+
+    In three worlds King art thou of my desire,
+    O thou of many crowns! whose brow, birth-bound
+    With light, wears wisdom's diadem. Thou lyre
+    Of the speechless soul, in silence triple-crowned!
+    My love's proud empire smiles to know thee King;
+    And in the realms of Womanhood I wind
+    A coronet of Faith, a blood-rose ring
+    With azure chain of sapphire intertwined;
+    And where the mind's pure kingdom is, I seek
+    Bright crystals, pearls of Truth divine and rare
+    To honour thee; but on the aërial peak
+    That marks the Soul's eternal region--there
+    Thou thronest Monarch of a world serene,
+    Crowned with the emerald's unfathomed green.
+
+
+
+
+The Infidel
+
+
+    My soul at times, outworn by length of woe,
+    A strange appeasement seeks in doubting thee,
+    And cries: My sacred mount's a thing as low
+    As any hillock; shallow rolls the sea
+    That should have quenched my deep unbounded thirst;
+    My star's a lamp that flickers earthly light;
+    Mere surf-worn glass my emerald; why burst,
+    O heart! for love of these?--Then, fullest night
+    Environs me, thou banished; stretching wide
+    My arms, I grope for refuge; all my pain
+    Cries babe-like for a breast whereon to hide,
+    And on to thine I fling myself again....
+    Thus fools, impatient of God's silence, cry:
+    There is no God!--and seek what they deny.
+
+
+
+
+Love Within Vows
+
+
+    We love, and O! we know it; yet Love's name
+    Upon our lips a tremulous wish must die;
+    We both were made for loving, you and I,
+    And still was Love denied. To both it came,
+    More fleeting than the beauty of a flame:
+    Now each within the other's hungering eye
+    Beholds the corse of Joy embalmèd lie,
+    And smiles to know his penury the same.
+    There is no sorrow in this love, O Friend,
+    New-sprung from ruin, tho' our lips be sealed
+    By silence and the world's hard fetter. Dear
+    To me your being; yet we know nor fear
+    Of loss nor of possession; here's a shield
+    Shall part us nobly faithful to the end.
+
+
+
+
+The Exile
+
+
+      You too mistook me; for no man is wise
+    Whom Love enclouds. Nor soul-piercing nor keen
+    Your vision, else there never would have been
+    A cause for parting. Love-enwrapped, your eyes
+    Failed in my love Love's self to recognise:
+    You saw its outer garment, where the green
+    Of perfect faith was marred by passion's sheen,
+    By outworn patience and desire's disguise.
+    Had you but read me to the inner soul,
+    You would have held me fast. I can forego
+    All that is sought of hand and lip, the whole
+    Of Love's poor joy. But I have need to know
+    That, when the heart fails, I may come and rest
+    My head upon your wide and sheltering breast.
+
+
+
+
+The Scar Indelible
+
+
+    O your voice, your voice in the night!
+    How shall I wipe your voice from the night?
+    Only Hope could wipe it away--
+    And you have driven Hope away.
+
+    O your eyes, your eyes in my sight!
+    How shall I hide your eyes from my sight?
+    Only Joy could hide them away,
+    And you have driven Joy away.
+
+    O your name, your name in the light!
+    How shall I thrust your name from the light?
+    Only Love could thrust it away,
+    And you have driven Love away.
+
+
+
+
+Revulsion
+
+
+      My heart is weary of Love and Hate:
+    Too sick of its Love to love you still,
+    Too sick of its Hate to hate you yet--
+    My heart is weary and would forget.
+
+      O give me nothing! 'Tis far too late:
+    Your much were little my thirst to fill,
+    Your little were scorn of Faith so deep--
+    O give me nothing!--and let me sleep.
+
+
+
+
+The Captive
+
+
+    I want to take my heart away,
+    Break it away from the branch where it clings;
+    I want to quit the barren spray
+    Where now no throstle sings.
+
+    The butterflies have long since gone,
+    Gone to the bough where the gay blossoms are;
+    The sinking sun now bears the dawn
+    To other lands afar.
+
+    I want to break my heart away,
+    Tear it away from the bough where it grows;
+    O for the light of a free new day,
+    On the hill beyond the snows!
+
+
+
+
+Possession's Anguish
+
+
+      One tree in my garden, one tree
+    Out of all the forests of the world:
+    One little ship afloat upon the sea,
+    One shell beneath the waves, flawless and pearled:
+
+      One rose on my bower, one rose
+    For a day to scatter on the grass:
+    One shifting star agleam where the wind blows,
+    One gem upheld, that all may share who pass:
+
+      One heart to be ached for, one heart
+    Out of all the bosoms that are here:
+    One fragile hope alive, the starver's part,
+    One joy already faint and pale with fear:
+
+      One flame in the darkness, one flame
+    For the night to sever with a breath:
+    One poor faith fettered to a mortal name--
+    And over all, the beating wings of death....
+
+
+
+
+Treasures of Poverty
+
+
+    I sometimes watch the lips of other women
+    And think of all the kisses they have known;
+    I sometimes touch the hands of other women
+    In wonder at the memoried palms they own....
+
+    The kiss upon my brow was sadly given,
+    The hands I held but once were not my own;
+    And yet I would not change what I was given
+    For all the kisses I have never known....
+
+    Nor would I change again my heart's white desert;
+    O wondrous are the meetings I have known,
+    And strange the eyes that seek me in the desert,
+    Then smiling vanish to rejoin their own....
+
+
+
+
+Solitude
+
+
+      Now empty lies the house. The languid air
+    Unstirred by voices creeps from room to room;
+    No footstep falls upon the silent stair,
+    All's still and dark. In every nook the tomb
+    Of some thought lies; remembrance everywhere
+    Lingers to seek a joy no longer there;
+    And, as I sit here lonely in the gloom,
+    I ask myself which evil I would choose:
+    Never to have, or else to have, and lose.
+
+
+
+
+The Heart Asleep
+
+
+    Within me now my heart's asleep
+    And none shall wake it more;
+    The silence of all pain is deep
+    Within me. Now my heart's asleep,
+    It dreams of joys it might not keep;
+    And nothing looks before
+    Within me now. My heart's asleep
+    And none shall wake it more.
+
+
+
+
+Adversity
+
+
+      Black winds of the world!
+    There is pity in your breath,
+    Against wild tempest weaponing.
+
+      Grey clouds of the sky!
+    You are gentle in your shade,
+    Against night-darkness tempering.
+
+      Red wounds of the heart!
+    There is mercy in your blood,
+    Against hope-murder hardening.
+
+      Pale swoons of the soul!
+    You are tender in your pangs
+    Against dire death emboldening.
+
+
+
+
+Faces of the Dead
+
+
+    I dreamed that, wandering by a river's bank,
+    I came across a lonely ship that sank
+    In lifeless waters. Day was dim;--in dreams
+    We see nor sun, nor moon; unearthly gleams
+    Of deadened light fall strangely from the sky.--
+    There were but three that struggled not to die:
+    A man, a woman, and a tender child;
+    He sought to save them both with effort wild
+    And dragged his love to the entangled shore;
+    But down the slimy weeds she slid once more
+    Into the water, and her lover's breast
+    Received her, and together they found rest.
+    The child was saved; my hand towards her hand
+    Outstretched, drew all her sweetness to the land,
+    Where naked, like a lily wet with rain,
+    She sank and loudly wept at her life's gain.
+    Quite small she was, and light; I bore her fast
+    To what seemed home, and there she smiled at last
+    And sat upright within my arms; I found
+    A bright-hued veil wherein to wrap her round,
+    Tissues that far in morning-lands were spun
+    By those who love the flowers and the sun.
+    I laid her softly in a silken bed,
+    Strewed fragrant violets about her head
+    And left her.
+                'Twas my dream then that I slept.
+    But when at dawn unto her bed I crept,
+    The child was lost. Her pillow was all wet
+    With tears that still flowed on; and faster yet
+    They flowed in quickening rills, until I thought
+    I stood beside a torrent wide that sought
+    An unknown sea. The day was sad, tho' young;
+    Upon a misty branch some bird had sung
+    And left a trembling silence; all around
+    I saw the little daisies on the ground
+    Fast closed, with folded arm-petals in vain
+    Shielding their yellow hearts from the cold rain.
+    --A voice invisible made murmur then:
+    'Come here and look upon these poor drowned men!
+    The ship was sunk a year ago to-day....'
+    But I stepped back and shuddering turned away,
+    For I had never seen the face of Death.
+    Yet Fear itself soon drew me with quick breath
+    Back to the place, even to the river's brink
+    Where I had seen that lonely vessel sink.
+    And there in waters deep I saw them lie,
+    With hands at rest and eyes that sought the sky:
+    Clear eyes wide open to an unseen day.
+    In wondrous silence motionless they lay,
+    With white lips smiling on their spirit's bliss.
+    'Is Death but this?' I cried, 'no more but this?'
+    And answer came: 'Among those faces there
+    Are all unknown?'
+                'Twas then I saw him, fair
+    With perfect peace, my enemy, even he
+    Of all the world who most had tortured me.
+    He lay there, blessed among the blessed, and smiled
+    With eyes more pure than any wakening child.
+    The little waves in passing--like the breeze
+    That stirs the foliage of the unmoved trees--
+    Played in their hair, and fluttering grasses rose
+    And fell and danced about their mute repose.
+    But I gazed on until I too had drunk
+    Of their lips' joy, until their peace had sunk
+    Into my troubling earth-stirred heart that ached
+    To join them ... and then waked....
+
+
+
+
+The Sleeper
+
+
+      There lay a man on clovered ground
+    Whose life was death, he slept so sound;
+    A child bent low to watch his eyes--
+    He smiling waked, and saw the skies.
+
+      I know a soul now, fast asleep,
+    Whose dreams are sad: I hear him weep;
+    I bend and gaze for pity's sake--
+    But all in vain; he will not wake.
+
+
+
+
+Stars
+
+
+      O Kings and Queens, that in my happy heart,
+    As in a royal chapel, warm and white,
+    Ensanctuaried are! I come to-night
+    Beneath the moonless sky--this radiant chart
+    Of the unfathomable Heavens where dart
+    Beam-trailing stars--with lamp of love alight
+    Unto your images; my reverent sight
+    Enfolds you, and I bring you each your part
+    Of piety. The Will that guides each star
+    Gave jewels to my hands I might not hold,
+    Whose grace remembered fills my palm. So rest,
+    O Joy-givers! your kingdoms are afar,
+    Yet here I own you, shrined in pearls and gold,
+    The sovereign captives of my loyal breast.
+
+
+
+
+Trelawny's Grave
+
+
+      I know a garden near the gates of Rome
+    Where Life and Death hold hands in silence; here
+    In solemn shade where towering cypress rear
+    Their green eternal, white as wind-led foam
+    Lie scattered stones that shield the final home
+    Of exiles. Fair their bed; by violets dear
+    And swaying roses decked; above them, clear
+    In bluest glory arches Heaven's dome.
+    'Twas here my heart encountered peace one day
+    Beside an old man's grave that said: If God
+    Condemn you live beyond your friend, this way
+    You too may rest.--The heart is childish; dread
+    Of earth-loss fades before Trelawny dead
+    Close-gathered to his Shelley in the sod.
+
+
+
+
+V.R.I.
+
+JANUARY 22, 1901.
+
+
+      As, in a house where solemn-footed Death
+    Has trodden, all the little children stand
+    Before a silent door, with quickened breath,
+    Holding each other tightly by the hand--
+
+      So we, O Mother! at the keyless door
+    Stand gathered, heart-astir with nameless fears:
+    A strength has left the hour; the world before
+    Was warmer; and we face the day with tears.
+
+
+
+
+Lines on a Picture by Mary Gow
+
+
+    O whirling World! I know a corner still
+    Unsoiled by Hate and Strife:
+    Where hushed and gentle is the voice of Life:
+    Where Time--a summer rill
+    Soft-flowing through the grass--in measure slow
+    Sings sweetly as we go.
+    Here is a room wherein the white day gleams:
+    Silence o'er Peace has spread her pearly wings:
+    A smiling woman reads of simple things:
+    A child's blue eyes are blinded by their dreams....
+
+
+
+
+To Serenity
+
+Before a Madonna--by Botticelli.
+
+
+      Thine is the face our driven souls shall wear,
+    O sweet serenity!--No earthly wind
+      Can rend thine azure mantle now, nor tear
+    Those veils that shield the radiant locks they bind.
+
+      Thy brow is calm with storm appeased; thy lids
+    Are heavy with the wisdom of all tears:
+      Thy mouth is strong with silence that forbids
+    Weary lament and craven wail of fears.
+
+      Within thy guarded bosom now no fire
+    Is ardent; thou hast hidden all thy scars:
+      We too may tread the ashes of desire,
+    And wing our spirits thus to touch the stars.
+
+
+
+
+ELEVEN SONNETS
+
+
+
+
+I
+
+
+      I will not close the door, O Love, on thee,
+    Although I fear thee still. In days of old
+    Thy magic echoes lured me on to be
+    The slave of dreams; but now that I behold
+    The earth again, and that my wings are gone,
+    I will take refuge, simply, on thy breast.
+    No miracle I seek, no rapturous dawn
+    Of an unearthly day; I will but rest
+    My weary eyes, and lay between thy hands
+    These empty fingers that have ceased to clutch
+    At stars. Because my spirit understands
+    Renouncement, thou wilt give, maybe. Not much
+    I ask of thee: I only ask to keep
+    Thee near, O Love! until my heart's asleep.
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+
+      My Friend of Friends! in you my heart's at rest,
+    That wandered homeless as the ocean-wind
+    Hither and thither, seeking still to find
+    Some refuge. As a ship that east and west
+    Roams havenless, and quits each shore distressed,
+    So wandered I, so left each land behind,
+    Bearing my soul as helmsman, sage but blind;
+    And still we journeyed on at Fate's behest.
+    But now I hold my harbour, and the ship
+    Casts anchor here. The unnested winds that blow
+    May reach me still and rock me to and fro.
+    What matter? Here is Peace that bids me slip
+    Closer and closer to the enfolding shore,
+    Lower the sails, and stay for evermore.
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+
+      Are we not happy? though this bond of ours
+    Be strange and out of harmony with life
+    As men accept it, in this world of strife
+    Between the spirit and the flesh?--Dark hours
+    Are in the doom of every love; no flowers
+    Bloom rainless; wind and war and pain are rife
+    Within us all.--Yet we are happy. Wife
+    Or sister, these are earth-words; the soul showers
+    Its gifts of love and seeks no earthly bond.
+    So ask we none but, smiling, soul to soul
+    Stand gathered in Love's very essence, whole
+    And indivisible. These white strong bands
+    Suffice; 'tis but the shell, too frail and fond,
+    That weeps, alas! and wrings her mortal hands.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+
+      Farewell! you cannot go from me, my dear,
+    For I have closed you in my inmost heart,
+    Beyond the reach of earthly things that part
+    The loving from the loved. Now far or near
+    Ceases to be; I am where you are; here
+    Or there, no matter. Mild should be the smart
+    Of leave-taking, where nothing stays apart
+    But what is mortal, and where souls are clear.
+    Beloved! I can but lose you earthly-wise;
+    The hunger of the years is stilled; no pain
+    Of solitude can chill my heart again,
+    Possessing you. Therefore with steadfast eyes
+    I say farewell, O brother! nor dare weep
+    My little loss, with all this wealth to keep.
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+
+      I seek to call you near me in the dark
+    And silent prison of my solitude,
+    Where Memory with visions heaven-hued
+    Now mocks the night, and Hope with timid spark
+    Kindles vain torches. Lonely in my ark
+    Of Faith, on battling waves I float, pursued
+    By all those doubting monsters that delude
+    Pain-sunken breasts, and bid the soul embark
+    For perilous despair. I call you near
+    That I may cheat the helmsman of his fear:
+    And yet I know you far, I know you lost
+    To me, on this same ocean tempest-tossed
+    Alone--O you who should my pilot be!
+    You, whom my love could steer through any sea....
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+
+      When Spring awakens and no Spring is there,
+    None for the heart, it is a joyless thing.
+    Yet Winter softens, and all breezes bring
+    To the hard earth now tidings vague and fair.
+    The lilac buds are swelling, the mild air
+    Tempts forth the green; at dusk the thrushes sing
+    Out in the garden, and their raptures wring
+    The heart whose joy is of the past. I bear
+    Remembrance in me of dear foliage gone,
+    Of wilted heather and of perished flowers.
+    For me not one of Spring's foreshadowed hours
+    Is quick with presages of joy. Alone
+    Who cares to creep? The solitary ways
+    Are primrose-less, and vain the violet days.
+
+
+
+
+VII
+
+
+      If I must live without you, I must learn
+    To love the earth and all that grows once more,
+    With the old good love that satisfied before
+    I saw you smile. Now, let me turn and turn,
+    Your memory covers earth and sky; I yearn
+    For you, and not for Spring; my heart is sore
+    With absence, not with Winter's length. Of yore,
+    When climbing noons began to softly burn,
+    There seemed a tender joy in every bud
+    That swelled and burst, in every little spear
+    That broke the clods; and Spring sang in my blood
+    As in the sap; and all that lived was dear.
+    These treasures now are veiled and strange and far,
+    Whilst I go wandering where your footprints are.
+
+
+
+
+VIII
+
+
+      Beloved! are we not wanderers on a road
+    Unknown, that grope their way among the rocks
+    Together?--Yes, together; for these shocks
+    Our hearts have borne and given, part not, goad
+    Unto no hatred. Though I be your load
+    Of care and you my anguish, something locks
+    Our hands, my brother: Destiny, that mocks
+    Man's thinkings, and here finds a new strange mode
+    Of welding chance-divided loves, a link
+    That's more than human, that is half divine,
+    Since, beggared of you, still I hold you mine
+    Above all bonds. So love me well. We'll drink
+    Of all pure streams together, dear, and break
+    These rocks to sand for one another's sake.
+
+
+
+
+IX
+
+
+      Yes, love me, love me well. You need not fear
+    To hurt me further. Like a careless knight
+    That riding lonely, with averted sight,
+    Has struck a passer unawares, so here
+    Have you struck me amid the branches sere
+    Of this dark forest. If you now alight,
+    Give water to my lips and through the night
+    Keep peril from me, with the morning's clear
+    New dawn I'll rise again, and both will reap
+    The mercy of the wound you dealt. Asleep,
+    Awake, I'll be your shield-bearer, and guard
+    Your steps upon this road so long and hard.
+    Then help us both, for all the love you give
+    But turns to strength whereby we both may live.
+
+
+
+
+X
+
+
+      Dearest of all, and nearest though most far!
+    My spirit follows you across both sea
+    And land; all bounds, all spaces, are to me
+    Erased; my heart upon its wingèd car
+    Of thought outstrips you; nothing now shall mar
+    My joy in you, O brother!--save that we
+    Are of the earth and ask to touch and see
+    The thing we love upon this yearning star.
+    O world of strange desires! Have not we two
+    Lived to behold each other and to smile?
+    Have our two notes not mingled in one chord?
+    What ails us? Were we joined this earthly while,
+    You would not love me better than you do,
+    Nor in my heart be otherwise adored.
+
+
+
+
+XI
+
+
+      Without, you seem forgotten. Am I sad
+    Or happy? None can tell. The lonely days
+    Recur, and draw me on the beaten ways
+    Of all who strive and toil. The things I had
+    Remain; all daily happenings, good or bad,
+    Fall as they did: success and loss, delays
+    That sweeten victory: the balance sways
+    Unceasingly, makes heavy, or makes glad.
+    And this is life, such as the world demands.
+    Within, 'tis otherwise; for in the far
+    Depths where my soul recoilèd sits, there are
+    No echoes of such wisdom; there my hands
+    Are folded, and in yours: I seek your eyes,
+    Your voice, your smile.... Within, 'tis otherwise.
+
+
+
+
+THE OPEN AIR
+
+
+
+
+Sunshine in February
+
+
+        O winter Sun!
+    How beautiful thy beams
+    Upon the chainèd earth!
+    The snows are melting and the gale
+    Is hushed; thou shinest, soft and pale,
+        O Winter Sun!
+    Upon a world that dreams,
+    And trembles with awakened hopes of birth.
+
+        O Joyful Green!
+    'Mid snowy patches gay
+    Thou peerest, and the sky
+    Shines blue through twiggèd boughs; each tree
+    Is aching now with thoughts of thee,
+        O Joyful Green!
+    Spring's heart is in the day
+    Though Winter's hands upon night's bosom lie.
+
+                            _Fairseat._
+
+
+
+
+The Cuckoo
+
+
+      Sing, cuckoo, sing,
+    Dear herald of the Spring!
+    Minstrels in all ages born,
+    Hearing thee on such a morn--
+    When the cowslips all around
+    Waft their fragrance from the ground,
+    And the blossom of the pear
+    Quivers white in bluest air--
+    Such as I, in all the ages
+    Thus have covered rapturous pages
+    With thy praise, O loveliest bird
+    Ear of man has ever heard!
+
+    Though thy note be one of sadness,
+    Messenger thou art of gladness
+    Only; for thou comest first
+    When the buds their prison burst,
+    When, upon an April day,
+    Earth awakes to cast away
+    What remains of wintry sorrow,
+    And to don for summer's morrow
+    Joyful garb of newest green.
+    Spirit-like thou sing'st, unseen:
+    East and west thy piercing note
+    From the forest seems to float
+    Over plain and over hill,
+    And thy echoing cries instil
+    Hope into each breath that blows.
+    Who that hears thy voice but knows
+    That the joys of June are nearing?
+    See the lilies in the clearing,
+    How they raise their green young bells!
+    Every hasty bud that swells
+    Answers thee in joyfulness;
+    And the winter's long distress,
+    Like a lifted cloud at dawn,
+    Melts and quivers and is gone.
+    Autumn leaves that strew the ways
+    Have outlived their kindly days:
+    Now the sun shall warm the earth:
+    Now all things of tender birth,
+    Newly waked from shielded sleep,
+    Lift their coverlet and peep
+    Gaily at the world.
+
+                          Dear Voice,
+    Sing! and bid each soul rejoice!
+    Spring's for every breast that wills;
+    And thy note, O Cuckoo, stills
+    All the ache of winter here.
+    Lo! the scattered leaves are sere
+    Of my sorrow; and I tread them
+    Into earth. The bough that shed them,
+    Soon in budded joy shall be
+    Harmonious with the day's felicity.
+
+                            _Montmélian, April 1902._
+
+
+
+
+A Song in the Morning
+
+
+        O sister! 'tis day-time,
+        The world's happy May-time,
+    Come out to the woods where the new nests are!
+        'Tis sin to be pining,
+        The hedge-drops are shining,
+    And the wild winds have fled to the snow-lands far.
+
+        O come! and be merry,
+        For white blows the cherry,
+    The bluebells ring out on their stem so tall:
+        Each cowslip's dear yellow
+        Cries joy to its fellow,
+    And the wind-flowers dance to the cuckoo's call.
+
+        O what is the sun for?
+        Come, grief is all done for,
+    The folded leaves creep from their beds in the bough:
+        The seeds are awaking,
+        The furrows are breaking,
+    And the blessing of God's on the blackthorn now.
+
+                            _Meopham._
+
+
+
+
+In a London Square
+
+
+    The leaves are green, and in the grass
+    Lie daisy-patches, white and sweet,
+    That spring beneath the tender feet
+    Of baby-girls at play:
+    From ancient boughs, serenely tall,
+    The chequered shadows length'ning fall,
+    And town seems far away.
+    Such rest is here as woodland yields:
+    Here too are lambs in flowered fields--
+    Why heed the wheels that pass?
+
+    Thought sinks beneath our fitful speech
+    Into the tremor of our peace,
+    This hallowed hour of release
+    From dust and whirl and haste:
+    Thus each may find within his breast
+    A respite to the world's unrest,
+    Fresh verdure in the waste:
+    Life's wheels encircle us--but, there
+    Where Friendship is, the untainted air
+    Of Heaven seems in reach.
+
+
+
+
+The Call of the Green
+
+
+    O who would dwell in the dingy town
+        When June is fair and green?
+    O who would stay in the chimneyed town
+        Where brooks are never seen?
+      Come! roses blow: sweet flower
+      Will snow the virgin's-bower:
+    The shaded lane, the woodland wild,
+    Are better both for man and child.
+
+    O who would live in the narrow street
+        When skies are broad and free?
+    O who would bide in the stony street
+        When the sun is on the sea?
+      Come! leave the dust and hasten
+      To the breath of winds that chasten:
+    The surging waves, the starry span,
+    Are better both for child and man.
+
+                            _Fairseat._
+
+
+
+
+Summer Ending
+
+
+                        Over the world a breath
+    Has fallen as of Spring; the tender sky
+    Hangs tremulous, a shield through which the sun
+    Shines as the heart smiles in a mist of tears.
+    The trees are green still, but their branches bear
+    The blossoms of the fall; each quivering birch
+    Shakes golden coins upon her silver stem;
+    The little rowan rears his corals gay,
+    The purple sloes are thick upon the thorn,
+    And every breeze new-scatters to the ground
+    Spoils red and yellow. Here upon the hill
+    Where at our feet bee-haunted heather glows
+    Among the rocks, sweet peace enfolds us; see,
+    On velvet slopes afar the patient kine
+    In silence browse; the plough in furrows wide
+    Has turned the weary earth to rest; the sun
+    Sinks and, across the valley, mountains fade
+    From blue to grey and pearl-like touch the sky.
+    The hour of silver comes now, for the moon
+    Awakes and softly films the dusk with light;
+    The narrow river in her ample bed
+    Answers the stars, and soft serenity
+    Has spread her wings upon the earth....
+                                          O Heart
+    Of man!--why must you throb apart and know
+    A tempered Peace where Nature's Peace is pure?
+    Already winter's snows upon the hills
+    Like phantoms to our vision rise; the trees
+    Groan leafless in the wind, and ghosts of pain
+    Flit dark between the present and our eyes.
+    'Tis thus we murder Joy, and let To-morrow,
+    A still-born Terror, anguish dear To-day:
+    'Tis thus, possessing Wealth, we shiver poor
+    Ere we are stricken: thus our claspèd hands
+    Grow cold and ache with Solitude to be....
+
+                            _Kasna, September 1901._
+
+
+
+
+Near Autumn
+
+
+    Red apple in the leaves,
+    Red robin on the bough,
+    The oats are all in sheaves--
+        Where's summer now?
+
+    White foam along the sea,
+    White mist upon the dawn,
+    No flower for the bee--
+        'Tis summer gone.
+
+    Black bird is silent, lone,
+    Black berry decks the spray;
+    And Autumn's breath has blown
+        Upon the day.
+
+                            _Longueil._
+
+
+
+
+November
+
+
+    The grey clouds hide the sun now
+    And the leaves flow down with the rain:
+    The golden days are done now
+    And Winter looms again.
+
+    'Tis bed-time for the seeds now
+    For the earth is weary of green:
+    She'll hide the very weeds now
+    Till nothing gay be seen.
+
+    Yet wait! it is not death now
+    That strips the meadow and grove:
+    The rose but holds her breath now
+    In the garden that we love:
+
+    'Tis sleep--the earth must rest now.
+    O Winter's a wondrous thing!
+    For she hides within her breast now
+    The jocund heart of Spring.
+
+                            _Fairseat._
+
+
+
+
+The Common Wealth
+
+
+        O voices of the sea and land,
+    How sweet upon my ear you fall!
+    The curlew's cry, the heron's call,
+    The grey gull's chatter on the strand,
+    The robin on the mossy wall,
+    The coal-tit almost at my hand--
+    How I thank Heaven for you all!
+
+        O wonder of the hills and sky,
+    How dear your beauty to my sight!
+    The wintry noon, the sea's delight,
+    The ruddy moorland far and high,
+    The pendant larch's silver white,
+    The golden wind-blown leaves that lie--
+    How I thank God for all this light!
+
+                            _Rosneath._
+
+
+
+
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+<p>Title: Songs of Womanhood</p>
+<p>Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema</p>
+<p>Release Date: August 19, 2011  [eBook #37132]</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONGS OF WOMANHOOD***</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h4 class="pg">E-text prepared by Suzanne Shell<br />
+    and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br />
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+    from page images generously made available by<br />
+    Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries<br />
+    (<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/toronto">http://www.archive.org/details/toronto</a>)</h4>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<table border="0" style="background-color: #ccccff;margin: 0 auto;" cellpadding="10">
+  <tr>
+    <td valign="top">
+      Note:
+    </td>
+    <td>
+      Images of the original pages are available through
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+      http://www.archive.org/details/songsofwomanhood00almauoft</a>
+	</td>
+  </tr>
+</table>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h1>Songs of Womanhood</h1>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<div class="ad">
+<p class="cen"><i>BY THE SAME AUTHOR.</i></p>
+
+<hr class="shorthr" />
+
+<p class="cen"><i>Uniform with this Volume.</i></p>
+
+<p class="cen">REALMS OF UNKNOWN KINGS.</p>
+
+<br />
+
+<p><b>The Athen&aelig;um.</b>&mdash;'<i>In this volume the critic recognises with sudden
+joy the work of a true poet.</i>'</p>
+
+<p><b>The Saturday Review.</b>&mdash;'<i>It is a book in which deep feeling speaks
+... and it has something of that essentially poetical thought, the
+thought that sees, which lies deeper than feeling.</i>'</p>
+
+<hr class="shorthr" />
+
+<p class="cen">LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS.</p>
+</div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<h1>Songs of Womanhood</h1>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<h4>BY</h4>
+
+<h3>LAURENCE ALMA TADEMA</h3>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<h4>GRANT RICHARDS<br />
+<i>48 LEICESTER SQUARE</i><br />
+LONDON<br />
+1903</h4>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<h4>Edinburgh: Printed by <span class="sc">T.</span> and <span class="sc">A. Constable</span></h4>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr />
+<br />
+
+<p class="noin">A great number of the following verses are already known to readers of
+<i>The Herb o' Grace</i>, and of the little reprint, <i>Songs of Childhood</i>.
+As these pamphlets, however, did not reach the public, it has been
+thought advisable to re-issue the verses in book-form, together with
+three or four more collected from various reviews, and a number that
+are here printed for the first time.</p>
+
+<p class="right">L.A.T.</p>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<a name="toc" id="toc"></a><hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span><br />
+
+<h3>Contents</h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="centered">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="70%" summary="Table of Contents">
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdl" width="80%">&nbsp;</td>
+  <td class="tdr" width="20%" style="font-size: 80%;">PAGE</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlb">CHILDHOOD</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">KING BABY</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">TO RAOUL BOUCHARD</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE NESTING HOUR</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE LITTLE SISTER&mdash;</td>
+  <td class="tdr">&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlp">Bath-time</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlp">Bed-time</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">A TWILIGHT SONG</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">A WINTRY LULLABY</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE WARM CRADLE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE DROOPING FLOWER</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">MOTHERS IN THE GARDEN&mdash;</td>
+  <td class="tdr">&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlp">I.</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlp">II.</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE GRAVEL PATH</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE NEW PELISSE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">SOLACE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">STRANGE LANDS</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">MARCH MEADOWS&mdash;</td>
+  <td class="tdr">&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlp">A Lark</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlp">Lambs</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE ROBIN</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE MOUSE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE BAT</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE SWALLOW</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">SNOWDROPS</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">FROST</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">APPLES</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">LONELY CHILDREN&mdash;</td>
+  <td class="tdr">&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlp">I.</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlp">II.</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">PLAYGROUNDS</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">FAIRINGS</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE FLOWER TO THE BUD</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlb">SIX SONGS OF GIRLHOOD</td>
+  <td class="tdr">&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">LOVE AND THE MAIDENS</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">AWAKENINGS</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE CLOUDED SOUL</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE HEALER</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE OPEN DOOR</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE FUGITIVE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlb">THE FAITHFUL WIFE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlb">WOMANHOOD</td>
+  <td class="tdr">&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">A WOMAN TO HER POET</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE INFIDEL</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">LOVE WITHIN VOWS</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE EXILE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE SCAR INDELIBLE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">REVULSION</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE CAPTIVE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">POSSESSION'S ANGUISH</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">TREASURES OF POVERTY</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">SOLITUDE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE HEART ASLEEP</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">ADVERSITY</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">FACES OF THE DEAD</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE SLEEPER</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">STARS</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">TRELAWNY'S GRAVE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">V.R.I.&mdash;JANUARY 22, 1901</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">LINES ON A PICTURE BY MARY GOW</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">TO SERENITY</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlb">ELEVEN SONNETS</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdlb">THE OPEN AIR</td>
+  <td class="tdr">&nbsp;</td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">SUNSHINE IN FEBRUARY</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE CUCKOO</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_104">104</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">A SONG IN THE MORNING</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">IN A LONDON SQUARE</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE CALL OF THE GREEN</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">SUMMER ENDING</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">NEAR AUTUMN</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">NOVEMBER</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td>
+  </tr>
+  <tr>
+  <td class="tdpl">THE COMMON WEALTH</td>
+  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td>  </tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<h2>CHILDHOOD</h2>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span><br />
+
+<h3>King Baby</h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">King Baby on his throne<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sits reigning O, sits reigning O!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">King Baby on his throne<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sits reigning all alone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">His throne is Mother's knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So tender O, so tender O!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">His throne is Mother's knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where none may sit but he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">His crown it is of gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So curly O, so curly O!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">His crown it is of gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In shining tendrils rolled.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">His kingdom is my heart,<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">So loyal O, so loyal O!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">His kingdom is my heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His own in every part.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Divine are all his laws,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So simple O, so simple O!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Divine are all his laws,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With Love for end and cause.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">King Baby on his throne<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sits reigning O, sits reigning O!<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">King Baby on his throne<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sits reigning all alone.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>A Blessing for the Blessed<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the sun has left the hill-top,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And the daisy-fringe is furled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the birds from wood and meadow<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In their hidden nests are curled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I think of all the babies<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">That are sleeping in the world....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There are babies in the high lands<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And babies in the low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There are pale ones wrapped in furry skins<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">On the margin of the snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And brown ones naked in the isles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Where all the spices grow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And some are in the palace<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span>
+<span class="i1">On a white and downy bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And some are in the garret<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">With a clout beneath their head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And some are on the cold hard earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Whose mothers have no bread.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O little men and women,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Dear flowers yet unblown!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O little kings and beggars<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Of the pageant yet unshown!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleep soft and dream pale dreams now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To-morrow is your own....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though some shall walk in darkness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And others in the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though some shall smile and others weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">In the silence of the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Life has touched with many hues<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Your souls now clear and white:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God save you, little children!<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>
+<span class="i1">And make your eyes to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His finger pointing in the dark<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Whatever you may be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till one and all, through Life and Death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Pass to Eternity....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>To Raoul Bouchard<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dear were your kisses, baby boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Your weight upon my arm:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gay were your tuneful cries of joy<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">As I danced you round the farm:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sweet your softness when we lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laughing and cooing in the hay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The summer sun will shine again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Old arms will mow and reap;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There'll be new flowers on the plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">New lambs among the sheep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But never in this world of men<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall we two be as we were then.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Your feet have touched the ground, my bird,<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>
+<span class="i1">And now your wondering eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will gaze no more as if they heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">A seraph in the skies:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little boy, with leap and shout<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You'll wildly chase your dreams about.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when you are a man, soft thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And life has made you stern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May we who watched you in your spring<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Still feel our babe return<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In hallowed moments, such as shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When thought or deed makes man divine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>To-day and To-morrow<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little hands&mdash;what will you grasp<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When you leave this nest, O?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little arms&mdash;what will you clasp<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Against that tender breast, O?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cling to mother's finger, babe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Throw sweet arms about me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here no noons may linger, babe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Soon you'll love without me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little toes&mdash;where will you turn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">East or south or west, O?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little feet&mdash;what sands that burn<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Will you soon have pressed, O?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lie on mother's knee, my own,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Dance your heels about me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Apples leave the tree, my own,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon you'll live without me....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Nesting Hour<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin-friend has gone to bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little wing to hide his head&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mother's bird must slumber too<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just as baby Robins do&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the stars begin to rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Birds and babies close their eyes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Little Sister<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+
+<br />
+
+<h4 class="sc">Bath-time:</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Baby's got no legs at all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They're soft and pinky, crumpled things;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If he stood up he'd only fall:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But then, you see, he's used to wings.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+
+<h4 class="sc">Bed-time:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Baby baby bye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Close your little eye!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the dark begins to creep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tiny-wees must go to sleep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Lammy lammy lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am seven, I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little boys must sleep and wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If they want their bed-time late.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Fidgy fidgy fie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There's no need to cry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon you'll never dress in white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But sit up working half the night....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>A Twilight Song<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Baby moon, 'tis time for bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Owlet leaves his nest now;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hide your little horned head<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In the twilight west now;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When you're old and round and bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall stay and shine all night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Baby girl is going too<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In her bed to creep now;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She is little, just like you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Time it is to sleep now;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When she's old and tired and wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She'll be glad to close her eyes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>A Wintry Lullaby<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Blow, wind, blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fields are white with snow&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleeping daisies, deep and warm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cannot hear the Winter storm.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Freeze, air, freeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rime is on the trees&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleeping buds within the bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dream of spring and cuckoos now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Turn, earth, turn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flames of life do burn&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sleeping girl, my baby dove,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knows no world but mother's love.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Warm Cradle<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Hush, baby, hush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet robin's in the bush&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the birdies lie so quiet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Won't my little dicky try it?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hush, baby, hush.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Sleep, baby, sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lammies love the sheep&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Woolly babes all nestle cosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lie, my lambkin, warm and rosy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sleep, baby, sleep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Dream, baby, dream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our feet are in the stream&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stones below but stars above, child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life is warm so long we love, child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dream, baby, dream.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Drooping Flower<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Baby's rather ill to-night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Little face is long and white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eyes are all too large and bright&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What shall mother do now?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Never leave him out of sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hold him warm and still and tight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Make him well with all her might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's what she will do now.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Mothers in the Garden<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<h4>I</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Wagtail&mdash;pied Wagtail&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What tremor's in your breast?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On nimble feet, when we draw near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You run about to hide your fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if to say: There's nothing here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I have no nest....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Wagtail&mdash;pied Wagtail&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We too their voices heard;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Away then to the water-side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fetch the food for which they cried;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From us there is no need to hide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My dainty bird.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<h4><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>II</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The thrushes' nest has fallen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the ivy on the wall:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dear blue eggs are broken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All broken by the fall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But we heard a song at sundown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That said: O tears are vain!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And babe and I ceased grieving:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We think they will build again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Gravel Path<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Tiny mustn't frown<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When she tumbles down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the wind should change&mdash;Ah me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a face her face would be!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">Rub away the dirt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Say she wasn't hurt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a world 'twould be&mdash;O my,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If all who fell began to cry!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The New Pelisse<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Baby's got a new pelisse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Very soft and very neat&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a lammy in her fleece<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's all white from head to feet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thirty lambs each gave a curl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mother sewed them, stitch by stitch&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All to clothe a baby-girl:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't you think she's very rich?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Solace<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Whom does Miss belong to?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just to Mother, Mother only:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's whom Miss belongs to,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&mdash;And Mother's never lonely.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Whom's this little song to?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just to Baby, Baby only:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's whom little song's to,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&mdash;And Baby's never lonely.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Strange Lands<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Where do you come from, Mr. Jay?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'From the land of Play, from the land of Play.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And where can that be, Mr. Jay?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Far away&mdash;far away.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Where do you come from, Mrs. Dove?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'From the land of Love, from the land of Love.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And how do you get there, Mrs. Dove?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Look above&mdash;look above.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Where do you come from, Baby Miss?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'From the land of Bliss, from the land of Bliss.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And what is the way there, Baby Miss?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Mother's kiss&mdash;mother's kiss.'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>March Meadows<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+
+<br />
+
+<h4 class="sc">A Lark:</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lark-bird, lark-bird soaring high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Are you never weary?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When you reach the empty sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Are the clouds not dreary?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't you sometimes long to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A silent gold-fish in the sea?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gold-fish, gold-fish diving deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Are you never sad, say?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When you feel the cold waves creep<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Are you really glad, say?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't you sometimes long to sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And be a lark-bird on the wing?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+
+<h4 class="sc">Lambs:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O little lambs! the month is cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sky is very gray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shiver in the misty grass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bleat at all the winds that pass;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wait! when I'm big&mdash;some day&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll build a roof to every fold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But now that I am small, I'll pray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At mother's knee for you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps the angels with their wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will come and warm you, little things;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm sure that, if God knew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'd let the lambs be born in May.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Robin<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When father takes his spade to dig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Then Robin comes along;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sits upon a little twig<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And sings a little song.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Or, if the trees are rather far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">He does not stay alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But comes up close to where we are<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And bobs upon a stone.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Mouse<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Little Master Mouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You'd better leave this house;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crumbs are scarce upon the floor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pussy sleeps behind the door.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Mousie soft and grey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wish you'd run away!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cook will catch you in a trap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And mice mayn't sit in mother's lap....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Bat<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bat, Bat, that flies at night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When angels' breath has blown the light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all the bees are hived in bed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And swallow sleeps with hidden head:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Songless bird! until this hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among the bells in the ivied tower<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have you hung dreaming in your house?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you a living wing&egrave;d mouse?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bat, Bat, I often doubt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when I see you flit about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wonder if the dead birds roam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In circles round their nestlings' home....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Swallow<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O Swallow! if I had your wings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would not stay below;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd leave off catching flies and things<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And up to Heaven I'd go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'd sail above the tallest tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That waves its arms on high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beyond the furthest cloud we see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And deeper than the sky.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Perhaps, when live birds find the way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They're all sent down again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that is why you dive to-day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For insects in the rain.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Snowdrops<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little ladies, white and green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">With your spears about you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will you tell us where you've been<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Since we lived without you?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are sweet, and fresh, and clean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">With your pearly faces;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the dark earth where you've been<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">There are wondrous places:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet you come again, serene,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">When the leaves are hidden;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bringing joy from where you've been<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">You return unbidden&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little ladies, white and green,<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>
+<span class="i1">Are you glad to cheer us?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hunger not for where you've been,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Stay till Spring be near us!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Frost<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The flowers in the garden<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are very cold at night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I look out of window<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their beds are hard and white.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The primrose and the scilla,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The merry crocus too&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Jane! if we were flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What should we children do?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We'd have to sleep all naked<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath the windy trees;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet we should die, I know it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With even a chemise....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Apples<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Red cheeks, red cheeks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will you play with me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">No boy, pale boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I want to climb that tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Red cheeks, red cheeks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You will tumble down&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">No boy, pale boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll eat the apples brown.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Red cheeks, red cheeks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Barns are best for rain&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">No boy, pale boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll soon be down again.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Lonely Children<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<h4>I</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The trees are dusty in the Park,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The grass is hard and brown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm glad I've got a Noah's ark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I'm sorry I'm in town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A lot of little girls and boys<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are not so rich as me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But O! I'd give them all my toys<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For shells beside the sea....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<br />
+
+<h4><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>II</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The flowers are happy in the garden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the bees are always there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The clouds are happy up in Heaven<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the angels in the air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But little boy and little mouse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are rather lonely in the house.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Playgrounds<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In summer I am very glad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We children are so small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we can see a thousand things<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That men can't see at all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They don't know much about the moss<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the stones they pass:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They never lie and play among<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The forests in the grass:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They walk about a long way off;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, when we're at the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let father stoop as best he can<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He can't find things like me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, when the snow is on the ground<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the puddles freeze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wish that I were very tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">High up above the trees....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Fairings<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, Father has donned his suit of brown<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And saddled the gelding gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he's ridden off to London town<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the streets are fine and gay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And Mother has asked for a yard of lace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Kate for a kerchief new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Moll for a mirror to look at her face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Bessie for beads, all blue;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And Dick has been promised a kite so tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Jamie a leathern whip,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Baby shall play with a painted ball,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And O! I have asked for a ship!&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But our eldest sister stood apart,<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And I think I heard her say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'O bring me back a little white heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the one I lost in May....'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Flower to the Bud<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tiny heart beneath my hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Say, what treasures will you hold?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, what blossom will unfold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Late to bloom, or soon to fade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From this bud, my baby-maid?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through what shallows will you wade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To what heights will you aspire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In your spirit's white desire?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will you mar or will you make?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will you give or will you take?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will you glow or will you break<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the running of the sand&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tiny heart beneath my hand?...<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<h2>SIX SONGS OF GIRLHOOD</h2>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span><br />
+<hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span><br />
+
+<h3>Love and the Maidens<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He seemed asleep; his wings were wet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With dew; he lay among the flowers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweeter than Spring; his radiant curls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With primrose and with violet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were crowned; and in a silent ring the girls<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Watched, all an April morning's misty hours....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Not one dared wake him&mdash;yet each breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yearned to be pillow to a thing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So fair. 'How will he smile?' thought they,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'In waking?...' But between them pressed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One who with laughter bore the rogue away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere they had touched a feather of his wing.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Awakenings<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">The first time she awoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her room was filled with light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thought she: They've made a little fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To warm me through the night....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">The next time she awoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sweet music stirred the air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thought she: They've brought a magic lyre<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To make my dreams more fair....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">The third time she awoke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The dawn-swept sky was gray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thought she: I know my heart's desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will come to me to-day....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">But empty was the street,<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And ashen was the hearth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the music-maker's nimble feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were speeding o'er the earth.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Clouded Soul<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O what have you done with your heart, daughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what have you done to your soul, my dear?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your heart was like a lily in June,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And your soul as a crystal clear....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, I've thrown my heart in a well, mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the lily was sick, and needed rain:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, I've wept a cloud round my soul, mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we never shall see it again....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Healer<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">O will you have my heart, sweet maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My heart so true, my heart so red?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">O will you have my heart, dear maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And give me yours instead?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">O keep your heart, my good young man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For mine is wounded, deep and sore;<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">O keep your heart, my kind young man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For mine shall love no more....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Open Door<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why have you locked the door, my maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Why have you locked the door?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O! I have let Grief out, she said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Never to enter more.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Open and set it wide, my maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Open and set it wide!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest Joy should come one day, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">And have to stand outside.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Fugitive<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When she returned to the clouded land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She held sweet flowers in her hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her eyes were bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a beaming light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That none could understand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said they: Where, sister, hast thou been?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What hidden glory hast thou seen?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What magic sod<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has thy white foot trod;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What song-filled groves of green?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said she: I followed across the plain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the gates of Love, to the gates of Pain:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By one, by two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All the rest went through:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I came back again....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span><br />
+<hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span><br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<h3>THE FAITHFUL WIFE</h3>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span><br />
+<hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span><br />
+
+<h3>The Faithful Wife<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was a banished chieftain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Returned from oversea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he saw his wife and children<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come smiling o'er the lea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The moon had wrapped them in her beams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wind was in their hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their feet that trod the wild bluebell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were light as wings on air.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'O have you come to meet me, wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As you once did swear to do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full seven years have I been gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And was your word so true?'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took her by the white cool hand<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the golden rings shone gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He took her youngest on his arm<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And joyful led the way.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'O fair are ye, my father's towers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sweet my garden dear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God grant I never leave you more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till Death o'ertake me here!'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lights were burning in the hall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As they sat them down to meat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pipers piped a merry tune<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The while their lord did eat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He looked to right, he looked to left,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a happy man was he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he stroked the head of the good gre-hound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That stood beside his knee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'O, I am weary, wife, my wife,<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And the flames begin to pale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lead on, for I would sleep awhile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before I tell my tale.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She lifted the bright curtain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That led into her bower;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There came the tramp of parting feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And silence held the tower.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'O wife, how long have I been gone?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The room smells of roses still&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O wife, our babes are very young,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their limbs are cold and chill....'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She folded up their raiment small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She smiled but said no word:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She laid her children in one bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then came beside her lord.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He could not sleep, he could not wake,<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But lay in silence there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His dear wife held him by the hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He felt her wind-blown hair&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'O Mother! Mother!' whispered one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Why must we sleep so soon?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sun is hidden down below,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I still can see the moon.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Be quiet, be quiet, my little child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And watch the moonbeams creep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To-night you may not play about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For your father lies asleep.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'O Mother! Mother!' whispered one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'It is not time for bed!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where have you put my little lid?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannot hide my head.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Lie still, lie still, my tiny child,<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Your father dear is found:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We four shall never sleep again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the dark and heavy mound.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'O Mother! Mother!' whispered one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'How shall that ever be?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We may not bide in the light of day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To watch upon the lea.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'No need, no need, my pretty child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For your father dear has come;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll kiss him once, we'll kiss him twice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then seek our own far home.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He heard them laugh with baby joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He felt their kisses sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He heard the patter to the door<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of their unearthly feet....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He could not stir when she bent low<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To kiss him on the lips&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He could not raise, to hold her fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His anguished finger-tips;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But his heart against her silent breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beat loud in wild despair&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He heard the swaying of her skirt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his soul leapt forth in prayer.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A shepherd rose to call his sheep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the morning sky was gray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The owl flew back to the ruined tower&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He led his flock that way.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And lo! amid the scattered stones<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the foe had strewn around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He saw his long-lost chieftain lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A corpse upon the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A smile was on his breathless lips,<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And he lay on the flowered sward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where his wife and babes had bled to death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath a traitor's sword.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span><br />
+<hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span><br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<h2>WOMANHOOD</h2>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span><br />
+<hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span><br />
+
+<h3>A Woman to her Poet<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In three worlds King art thou of my desire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O thou of many crowns! whose brow, birth-bound<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With light, wears wisdom's diadem. Thou lyre<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the speechless soul, in silence triple-crowned!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My love's proud empire smiles to know thee King;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in the realms of Womanhood I wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A coronet of Faith, a blood-rose ring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With azure chain of sapphire intertwined;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And where the mind's pure kingdom is, I seek<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bright crystals, pearls of Truth divine and rare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To honour thee; but on the a&euml;rial peak<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That marks the Soul's eternal region&mdash;there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou thronest Monarch of a world serene,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crowned with the emerald's unfathomed green.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Infidel<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My soul at times, outworn by length of woe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A strange appeasement seeks in doubting thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cries: My sacred mount's a thing as low<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As any hillock; shallow rolls the sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That should have quenched my deep unbounded thirst;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My star's a lamp that flickers earthly light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mere surf-worn glass my emerald; why burst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O heart! for love of these?&mdash;Then, fullest night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Environs me, thou banished; stretching wide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My arms, I grope for refuge; all my pain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cries babe-like for a breast whereon to hide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on to thine I fling myself again....<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus fools, impatient of God's silence, cry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is no God!&mdash;and seek what they deny.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Love Within Vows<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We love, and O! we know it; yet Love's name<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon our lips a tremulous wish must die;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We both were made for loving, you and I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And still was Love denied. To both it came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">More fleeting than the beauty of a flame:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now each within the other's hungering eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beholds the corse of Joy embalm&egrave;d lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And smiles to know his penury the same.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is no sorrow in this love, O Friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">New-sprung from ruin, tho' our lips be sealed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By silence and the world's hard fetter. Dear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To me your being; yet we know nor fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of loss nor of possession; here's a shield<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall part us nobly faithful to the end.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Exile<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">You too mistook me; for no man is wise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom Love enclouds. Nor soul-piercing nor keen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your vision, else there never would have been<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A cause for parting. Love-enwrapped, your eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Failed in my love Love's self to recognise:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You saw its outer garment, where the green<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of perfect faith was marred by passion's sheen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By outworn patience and desire's disguise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had you but read me to the inner soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You would have held me fast. I can forego<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All that is sought of hand and lip, the whole<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Love's poor joy. But I have need to know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, when the heart fails, I may come and rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My head upon your wide and sheltering breast.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Scar Indelible<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O your voice, your voice in the night!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How shall I wipe your voice from the night?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only Hope could wipe it away&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you have driven Hope away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O your eyes, your eyes in my sight!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How shall I hide your eyes from my sight?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only Joy could hide them away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you have driven Joy away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O your name, your name in the light!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How shall I thrust your name from the light?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only Love could thrust it away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you have driven Love away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Revulsion<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">My heart is weary of Love and Hate:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too sick of its Love to love you still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too sick of its Hate to hate you yet&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My heart is weary and would forget.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">O give me nothing! 'Tis far too late:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your much were little my thirst to fill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your little were scorn of Faith so deep&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O give me nothing!&mdash;and let me sleep.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Captive<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I want to take my heart away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Break it away from the branch where it clings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I want to quit the barren spray<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where now no throstle sings.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The butterflies have long since gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gone to the bough where the gay blossoms are;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sinking sun now bears the dawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To other lands afar.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I want to break my heart away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tear it away from the bough where it grows;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O for the light of a free new day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the hill beyond the snows!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Possession's Anguish<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">One tree in my garden, one tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of all the forests of the world:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One little ship afloat upon the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One shell beneath the waves, flawless and pearled:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">One rose on my bower, one rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a day to scatter on the grass:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One shifting star agleam where the wind blows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One gem upheld, that all may share who pass:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">One heart to be ached for, one heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of all the bosoms that are here:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One fragile hope alive, the starver's part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One joy already faint and pale with fear:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">One flame in the darkness, one flame<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">For the night to sever with a breath:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One poor faith fettered to a mortal name&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And over all, the beating wings of death....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Treasures of Poverty<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I sometimes watch the lips of other women<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And think of all the kisses they have known;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I sometimes touch the hands of other women<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In wonder at the memoried palms they own....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The kiss upon my brow was sadly given,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hands I held but once were not my own;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet I would not change what I was given<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For all the kisses I have never known....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nor would I change again my heart's white desert;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O wondrous are the meetings I have known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And strange the eyes that seek me in the desert,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then smiling vanish to rejoin their own....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Solitude<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Now empty lies the house. The languid air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unstirred by voices creeps from room to room;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No footstep falls upon the silent stair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All's still and dark. In every nook the tomb<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of some thought lies; remembrance everywhere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lingers to seek a joy no longer there;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, as I sit here lonely in the gloom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I ask myself which evil I would choose:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never to have, or else to have, and lose.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Heart Asleep<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Within me now my heart's asleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And none shall wake it more;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The silence of all pain is deep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within me. Now my heart's asleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It dreams of joys it might not keep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And nothing looks before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within me now. My heart's asleep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And none shall wake it more.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Adversity<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Black winds of the world!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is pity in your breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against wild tempest weaponing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Grey clouds of the sky!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You are gentle in your shade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against night-darkness tempering.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Red wounds of the heart!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is mercy in your blood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against hope-murder hardening.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Pale swoons of the soul!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You are tender in your pangs<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Against dire death emboldening.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Faces of the Dead<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I dreamed that, wandering by a river's bank,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I came across a lonely ship that sank<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In lifeless waters. Day was dim;&mdash;in dreams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We see nor sun, nor moon; unearthly gleams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of deadened light fall strangely from the sky.&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There were but three that struggled not to die:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A man, a woman, and a tender child;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He sought to save them both with effort wild<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And dragged his love to the entangled shore;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But down the slimy weeds she slid once more<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the water, and her lover's breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Received her, and together they found rest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The child was saved; my hand towards her hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Outstretched, drew all her sweetness to the land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where naked, like a lily wet with rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She sank and loudly wept at her life's gain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quite small she was, and light; I bore her fast<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To what seemed home, and there she smiled at last<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sat upright within my arms; I found<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A bright-hued veil wherein to wrap her round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tissues that far in morning-lands were spun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By those who love the flowers and the sun.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I laid her softly in a silken bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strewed fragrant violets about her head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And left her.<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">'Twas my dream then that I slept.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when at dawn unto her bed I crept,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The child was lost. Her pillow was all wet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With tears that still flowed on; and faster yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They flowed in quickening rills, until I thought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I stood beside a torrent wide that sought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An unknown sea. The day was sad, tho' young;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon a misty branch some bird had sung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And left a trembling silence; all around<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I saw the little daisies on the ground<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fast closed, with folded arm-petals in vain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shielding their yellow hearts from the cold rain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&mdash;A voice invisible made murmur then:<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">'Come here and look upon these poor drowned men!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ship was sunk a year ago to-day....'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I stepped back and shuddering turned away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I had never seen the face of Death.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet Fear itself soon drew me with quick breath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Back to the place, even to the river's brink<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where I had seen that lonely vessel sink.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there in waters deep I saw them lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With hands at rest and eyes that sought the sky:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clear eyes wide open to an unseen day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In wondrous silence motionless they lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With white lips smiling on their spirit's bliss.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Is Death but this?' I cried, 'no more but this?'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And answer came: 'Among those faces there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are all unknown?'<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">'Twas then I saw him, fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With perfect peace, my enemy, even he<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all the world who most had tortured me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He lay there, blessed among the blessed, and smiled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With eyes more pure than any wakening child.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little waves in passing&mdash;like the breeze<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">That stirs the foliage of the unmoved trees&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Played in their hair, and fluttering grasses rose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fell and danced about their mute repose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I gazed on until I too had drunk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of their lips' joy, until their peace had sunk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into my troubling earth-stirred heart that ached<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To join them ... and then waked....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Sleeper<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">There lay a man on clovered ground<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose life was death, he slept so sound;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A child bent low to watch his eyes&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He smiling waked, and saw the skies.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">I know a soul now, fast asleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose dreams are sad: I hear him weep;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I bend and gaze for pity's sake&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all in vain; he will not wake.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Stars<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">O Kings and Queens, that in my happy heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in a royal chapel, warm and white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ensanctuaried are! I come to-night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath the moonless sky&mdash;this radiant chart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the unfathomable Heavens where dart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beam-trailing stars&mdash;with lamp of love alight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto your images; my reverent sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Enfolds you, and I bring you each your part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of piety. The Will that guides each star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave jewels to my hands I might not hold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose grace remembered fills my palm. So rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Joy-givers! your kingdoms are afar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet here I own you, shrined in pearls and gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sovereign captives of my loyal breast.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Trelawny's Grave<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">I know a garden near the gates of Rome<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Life and Death hold hands in silence; here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In solemn shade where towering cypress rear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their green eternal, white as wind-led foam<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lie scattered stones that shield the final home<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of exiles. Fair their bed; by violets dear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And swaying roses decked; above them, clear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In bluest glory arches Heaven's dome.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas here my heart encountered peace one day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beside an old man's grave that said: If God<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Condemn you live beyond your friend, this way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You too may rest.&mdash;The heart is childish; dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of earth-loss fades before Trelawny dead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Close-gathered to his Shelley in the sod.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>V.R.I.<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+
+<h4 class="sc">January 22, 1901.</h4>
+
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">As, in a house where solemn-footed Death<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has trodden, all the little children stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before a silent door, with quickened breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Holding each other tightly by the hand&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">So we, O Mother! at the keyless door<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stand gathered, heart-astir with nameless fears:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A strength has left the hour; the world before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was warmer; and we face the day with tears.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Lines on a Picture by Mary Gow<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O whirling World! I know a corner still<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unsoiled by Hate and Strife:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where hushed and gentle is the voice of Life:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Time&mdash;a summer rill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soft-flowing through the grass&mdash;in measure slow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sings sweetly as we go.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here is a room wherein the white day gleams:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silence o'er Peace has spread her pearly wings:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A smiling woman reads of simple things:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A child's blue eyes are blinded by their dreams....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>To Serenity<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+
+<h4>Before a Madonna&mdash;by Botticelli.</h4>
+
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Thine is the face our driven souls shall wear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O sweet serenity!&mdash;No earthly wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Can rend thine azure mantle now, nor tear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Those veils that shield the radiant locks they bind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Thy brow is calm with storm appeased; thy lids<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are heavy with the wisdom of all tears:<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Thy mouth is strong with silence that forbids<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Weary lament and craven wail of fears.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Within thy guarded bosom now no fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is ardent; thou hast hidden all thy scars:<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">We too may tread the ashes of desire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wing our spirits thus to touch the stars.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span><br />
+<hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span><br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<h2>ELEVEN SONNETS</h2>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span><br />
+<hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span><br />
+
+<h3>I<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">I will not close the door, O Love, on thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although I fear thee still. In days of old<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy magic echoes lured me on to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The slave of dreams; but now that I behold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The earth again, and that my wings are gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will take refuge, simply, on thy breast.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No miracle I seek, no rapturous dawn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of an unearthly day; I will but rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My weary eyes, and lay between thy hands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These empty fingers that have ceased to clutch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At stars. Because my spirit understands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Renouncement, thou wilt give, maybe. Not much<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I ask of thee: I only ask to keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thee near, O Love! until my heart's asleep.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>II<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">My Friend of Friends! in you my heart's at rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That wandered homeless as the ocean-wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hither and thither, seeking still to find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some refuge. As a ship that east and west<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Roams havenless, and quits each shore distressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So wandered I, so left each land behind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bearing my soul as helmsman, sage but blind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And still we journeyed on at Fate's behest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now I hold my harbour, and the ship<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Casts anchor here. The unnested winds that blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May reach me still and rock me to and fro.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What matter? Here is Peace that bids me slip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Closer and closer to the enfolding shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lower the sails, and stay for evermore.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>III<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Are we not happy? though this bond of ours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be strange and out of harmony with life<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As men accept it, in this world of strife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between the spirit and the flesh?&mdash;Dark hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are in the doom of every love; no flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bloom rainless; wind and war and pain are rife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within us all.&mdash;Yet we are happy. Wife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or sister, these are earth-words; the soul showers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its gifts of love and seeks no earthly bond.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So ask we none but, smiling, soul to soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stand gathered in Love's very essence, whole<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And indivisible. These white strong bands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suffice; 'tis but the shell, too frail and fond,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That weeps, alas! and wrings her mortal hands.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>IV<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Farewell! you cannot go from me, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I have closed you in my inmost heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beyond the reach of earthly things that part<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The loving from the loved. Now far or near<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ceases to be; I am where you are; here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or there, no matter. Mild should be the smart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of leave-taking, where nothing stays apart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what is mortal, and where souls are clear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Beloved! I can but lose you earthly-wise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hunger of the years is stilled; no pain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of solitude can chill my heart again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Possessing you. Therefore with steadfast eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I say farewell, O brother! nor dare weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My little loss, with all this wealth to keep.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>V<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">I seek to call you near me in the dark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And silent prison of my solitude,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Memory with visions heaven-hued<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now mocks the night, and Hope with timid spark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Kindles vain torches. Lonely in my ark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Faith, on battling waves I float, pursued<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By all those doubting monsters that delude<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pain-sunken breasts, and bid the soul embark<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For perilous despair. I call you near<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I may cheat the helmsman of his fear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet I know you far, I know you lost<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To me, on this same ocean tempest-tossed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alone&mdash;O you who should my pilot be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You, whom my love could steer through any sea....<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>VI<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">When Spring awakens and no Spring is there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None for the heart, it is a joyless thing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet Winter softens, and all breezes bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the hard earth now tidings vague and fair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lilac buds are swelling, the mild air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tempts forth the green; at dusk the thrushes sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out in the garden, and their raptures wring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heart whose joy is of the past. I bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remembrance in me of dear foliage gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of wilted heather and of perished flowers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For me not one of Spring's foreshadowed hours<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is quick with presages of joy. Alone<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who cares to creep? The solitary ways<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are primrose-less, and vain the violet days.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>VII<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">If I must live without you, I must learn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To love the earth and all that grows once more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the old good love that satisfied before<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I saw you smile. Now, let me turn and turn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your memory covers earth and sky; I yearn<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For you, and not for Spring; my heart is sore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With absence, not with Winter's length. Of yore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When climbing noons began to softly burn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There seemed a tender joy in every bud<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That swelled and burst, in every little spear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That broke the clods; and Spring sang in my blood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in the sap; and all that lived was dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These treasures now are veiled and strange and far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whilst I go wandering where your footprints are.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>VIII<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Beloved! are we not wanderers on a road<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unknown, that grope their way among the rocks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Together?&mdash;Yes, together; for these shocks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our hearts have borne and given, part not, goad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto no hatred. Though I be your load<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of care and you my anguish, something locks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our hands, my brother: Destiny, that mocks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man's thinkings, and here finds a new strange mode<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of welding chance-divided loves, a link<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That's more than human, that is half divine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since, beggared of you, still I hold you mine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Above all bonds. So love me well. We'll drink<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all pure streams together, dear, and break<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These rocks to sand for one another's sake.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>IX<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Yes, love me, love me well. You need not fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hurt me further. Like a careless knight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That riding lonely, with averted sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has struck a passer unawares, so here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have you struck me amid the branches sere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of this dark forest. If you now alight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give water to my lips and through the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep peril from me, with the morning's clear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">New dawn I'll rise again, and both will reap<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mercy of the wound you dealt. Asleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awake, I'll be your shield-bearer, and guard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your steps upon this road so long and hard.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then help us both, for all the love you give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But turns to strength whereby we both may live.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>X<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Dearest of all, and nearest though most far!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My spirit follows you across both sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And land; all bounds, all spaces, are to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Erased; my heart upon its wing&egrave;d car<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of thought outstrips you; nothing now shall mar<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My joy in you, O brother!&mdash;save that we<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are of the earth and ask to touch and see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The thing we love upon this yearning star.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O world of strange desires! Have not we two<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lived to behold each other and to smile?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have our two notes not mingled in one chord?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What ails us? Were we joined this earthly while,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You would not love me better than you do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor in my heart be otherwise adored.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>XI<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Without, you seem forgotten. Am I sad<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or happy? None can tell. The lonely days<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Recur, and draw me on the beaten ways<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all who strive and toil. The things I had<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remain; all daily happenings, good or bad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fall as they did: success and loss, delays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sweeten victory: the balance sways<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unceasingly, makes heavy, or makes glad.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this is life, such as the world demands.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within, 'tis otherwise; for in the far<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Depths where my soul recoil&egrave;d sits, there are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No echoes of such wisdom; there my hands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are folded, and in yours: I seek your eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your voice, your smile.... Within, 'tis otherwise.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span><br />
+<hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span><br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+
+<h2>THE OPEN AIR</h2>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span><br />
+<hr />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span><br />
+
+<h3>Sunshine in February<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">O winter Sun!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How beautiful thy beams<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the chain&egrave;d earth!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The snows are melting and the gale<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is hushed; thou shinest, soft and pale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O Winter Sun!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon a world that dreams,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And trembles with awakened hopes of birth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">O Joyful Green!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Mid snowy patches gay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou peerest, and the sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shines blue through twigg&egrave;d boughs; each tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is aching now with thoughts of thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O Joyful Green!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spring's heart is in the day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though Winter's hands upon night's bosom lie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i20"><i>Fairseat.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Cuckoo<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">Sing, cuckoo, sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dear herald of the Spring!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Minstrels in all ages born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hearing thee on such a morn&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the cowslips all around<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Waft their fragrance from the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the blossom of the pear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quivers white in bluest air&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such as I, in all the ages<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus have covered rapturous pages<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thy praise, O loveliest bird<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ear of man has ever heard!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Though thy note be one of sadness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Messenger thou art of gladness<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only; for thou comest first<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the buds their prison burst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, upon an April day,<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Earth awakes to cast away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What remains of wintry sorrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to don for summer's morrow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Joyful garb of newest green.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spirit-like thou sing'st, unseen:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">East and west thy piercing note<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the forest seems to float<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over plain and over hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thy echoing cries instil<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hope into each breath that blows.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who that hears thy voice but knows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the joys of June are nearing?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See the lilies in the clearing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How they raise their green young bells!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every hasty bud that swells<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Answers thee in joyfulness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the winter's long distress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a lifted cloud at dawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Melts and quivers and is gone.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Autumn leaves that strew the ways<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Have outlived their kindly days:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now the sun shall warm the earth:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now all things of tender birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Newly waked from shielded sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lift their coverlet and peep<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gaily at the world.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">Dear Voice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing! and bid each soul rejoice!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spring's for every breast that wills;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thy note, O Cuckoo, stills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the ache of winter here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo! the scattered leaves are sere<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of my sorrow; and I tread them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into earth. The bough that shed them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon in budded joy shall be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Harmonious with the day's felicity.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i20"><i>Montm&eacute;lian, April 1902.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>A Song in the Morning<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">O sister! 'tis day-time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The world's happy May-time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come out to the woods where the new nests are!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis sin to be pining,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The hedge-drops are shining,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the wild winds have fled to the snow-lands far.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">O come! and be merry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For white blows the cherry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bluebells ring out on their stem so tall:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each cowslip's dear yellow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cries joy to its fellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the wind-flowers dance to the cuckoo's call.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">O what is the sun for?<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Come, grief is all done for,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The folded leaves creep from their beds in the bough:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The seeds are awaking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The furrows are breaking,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the blessing of God's on the blackthorn now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i20"><i>Meopham.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>In a London Square<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The leaves are green, and in the grass<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lie daisy-patches, white and sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That spring beneath the tender feet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of baby-girls at play:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From ancient boughs, serenely tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The chequered shadows length'ning fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And town seems far away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such rest is here as woodland yields:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here too are lambs in flowered fields&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why heed the wheels that pass?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thought sinks beneath our fitful speech<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the tremor of our peace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This hallowed hour of release<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From dust and whirl and haste:<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus each may find within his breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A respite to the world's unrest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fresh verdure in the waste:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life's wheels encircle us&mdash;but, there<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Friendship is, the untainted air<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Heaven seems in reach.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Call of the Green<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O who would dwell in the dingy town<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When June is fair and green?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O who would stay in the chimneyed town<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where brooks are never seen?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Come! roses blow: sweet flower<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Will snow the virgin's-bower:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The shaded lane, the woodland wild,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are better both for man and child.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O who would live in the narrow street<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When skies are broad and free?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O who would bide in the stony street<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the sun is on the sea?<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">Come! leave the dust and hasten<br /></span>
+<span class="i1">To the breath of winds that chasten:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The surging waves, the starry span,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are better both for child and man.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i20"><i>Fairseat.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Summer Ending<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i8">Over the world a breath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has fallen as of Spring; the tender sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hangs tremulous, a shield through which the sun<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shines as the heart smiles in a mist of tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The trees are green still, but their branches bear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blossoms of the fall; each quivering birch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shakes golden coins upon her silver stem;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little rowan rears his corals gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The purple sloes are thick upon the thorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every breeze new-scatters to the ground<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spoils red and yellow. Here upon the hill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where at our feet bee-haunted heather glows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among the rocks, sweet peace enfolds us; see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On velvet slopes afar the patient kine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In silence browse; the plough in furrows wide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has turned the weary earth to rest; the sun<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Sinks and, across the valley, mountains fade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From blue to grey and pearl-like touch the sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hour of silver comes now, for the moon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awakes and softly films the dusk with light;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The narrow river in her ample bed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Answers the stars, and soft serenity<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has spread her wings upon the earth....<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">O Heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of man!&mdash;why must you throb apart and know<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A tempered Peace where Nature's Peace is pure?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Already winter's snows upon the hills<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like phantoms to our vision rise; the trees<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Groan leafless in the wind, and ghosts of pain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Flit dark between the present and our eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis thus we murder Joy, and let To-morrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A still-born Terror, anguish dear To-day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis thus, possessing Wealth, we shiver poor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere we are stricken: thus our clasp&egrave;d hands<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grow cold and ache with Solitude to be....<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i20"><i>K&#x0105;&#x015B;na, September 1901.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>Near Autumn<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Red apple in the leaves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Red robin on the bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The oats are all in sheaves&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where's summer now?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">White foam along the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">White mist upon the dawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No flower for the bee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis summer gone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Black bird is silent, lone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Black berry decks the spray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Autumn's breath has blown<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i20"><i>Longueil.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>November<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The grey clouds hide the sun now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the leaves flow down with the rain:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The golden days are done now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Winter looms again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis bed-time for the seeds now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the earth is weary of green:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She'll hide the very weeds now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till nothing gay be seen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet wait! it is not death now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That strips the meadow and grove:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rose but holds her breath now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the garden that we love:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Tis sleep&mdash;the earth must rest now.<br /></span><span class='pn'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">O Winter's a wondrous thing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she hides within her breast now<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The jocund heart of Spring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i20"><i>Fairseat.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span><hr />
+<br />
+
+<h3>The Common Wealth<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">ToC</a></span></h3>
+<br />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">O voices of the sea and land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How sweet upon my ear you fall!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The curlew's cry, the heron's call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The grey gull's chatter on the strand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The robin on the mossy wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The coal-tit almost at my hand&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How I thank Heaven for you all!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2">O wonder of the hills and sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How dear your beauty to my sight!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wintry noon, the sea's delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ruddy moorland far and high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pendant larch's silver white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The golden wind-blown leaves that lie&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How I thank God for all this light!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i20"><i>Rosneath.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr />
+<br />
+
+<p class="cen">Edinburgh: Printed by <span class="sc">T. and A. Constable</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
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+Title: Songs of Womanhood
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+SONGS OF WOMANHOOD
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_BY THE SAME AUTHOR._
+
+_Uniform with this Volume._
+
+REALMS OF UNKNOWN KINGS.
+
+
+=The Athenaeum.=--'_In this volume the critic recognises with sudden
+joy the work of a true poet._'
+
+=The Saturday Review.=--'_It is a book in which deep feeling speaks
+... and it has something of that essentially poetical thought, the
+thought that sees, which lies deeper than feeling._'
+
+LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+SONGS OF WOMANHOOD
+
+by
+
+LAURENCE ALMA TADEMA
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Grant Richards
+48 Leicester Square
+London
+1903
+
+Edinburgh: Printed by T. and A. Constable
+
+
+
+
+A great number of the following verses are already known to readers of
+_The Herb o' Grace_, and of the little reprint, _Songs of Childhood_.
+As these pamphlets, however, did not reach the public, it has been
+thought advisable to re-issue the verses in book-form, together with
+three or four more collected from various reviews, and a number that
+are here printed for the first time.
+
+                                                           L.A.T.
+
+
+
+
+Contents
+
+
+                                                             PAGE
+
+CHILDHOOD
+
+    KING BABY                                                   3
+
+    A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED                                  5
+
+    TO RAOUL BOUCHARD                                           8
+
+    TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW                                       10
+
+    THE NESTING HOUR                                           11
+
+    THE LITTLE SISTER--Bath-time                               12
+                       Bed-time                                13
+
+    A TWILIGHT SONG                                            14
+
+    A WINTRY LULLABY                                           15
+
+    THE WARM CRADLE                                            16
+
+    THE DROOPING FLOWER                                        17
+
+    MOTHERS IN THE GARDEN--I.                                  18
+                          II.                                  19
+
+    THE GRAVEL PATH                                            20
+
+    THE NEW PELISSE                                            21
+
+    SOLACE                                                     22
+
+    STRANGE LANDS                                              23
+
+    MARCH MEADOWS--A Lark                                      24
+                   Lambs                                       25
+
+    THE ROBIN                                                  26
+
+    THE MOUSE                                                  27
+
+    THE BAT                                                    28
+
+    THE SWALLOW                                                29
+
+    SNOWDROPS                                                  30
+
+    FROST                                                      32
+
+    APPLES                                                     33
+
+    LONELY CHILDREN--I.                                        34
+                    II.                                        35
+
+    PLAYGROUNDS                                                36
+
+    FAIRINGS                                                   38
+
+    THE FLOWER TO THE BUD                                      40
+
+    SIX SONGS OF GIRLHOOD
+
+    LOVE AND THE MAIDENS                                       43
+
+    AWAKENINGS                                                 44
+
+    THE CLOUDED SOUL                                           46
+
+    THE HEALER                                                 47
+
+    THE OPEN DOOR                                              48
+
+    THE FUGITIVE                                               49
+
+
+THE FAITHFUL WIFE                                              53
+
+
+WOMANHOOD
+
+    A WOMAN TO HER POET                                        63
+
+    THE INFIDEL                                                64
+
+    LOVE WITHIN VOWS                                           65
+
+    THE EXILE                                                  66
+
+    THE SCAR INDELIBLE                                         67
+
+    REVULSION                                                  68
+
+    THE CAPTIVE                                                69
+
+    POSSESSION'S ANGUISH                                       70
+
+    TREASURES OF POVERTY                                       72
+
+    SOLITUDE                                                   73
+
+    THE HEART ASLEEP                                           74
+
+    ADVERSITY                                                  75
+
+    FACES OF THE DEAD                                          76
+
+    THE SLEEPER                                                80
+
+    STARS                                                      81
+
+    TRELAWNY'S GRAVE                                           82
+
+    V.R.I.--JANUARY 22, 1901                                   83
+
+    LINES ON A PICTURE BY MARY GOW                             84
+
+    TO SERENITY                                                85
+
+
+ELEVEN SONNETS                                                 89
+
+
+THE OPEN AIR
+
+    SUNSHINE IN FEBRUARY                                      103
+
+    THE CUCKOO                                                104
+
+    A SONG IN THE MORNING                                     107
+
+    IN A LONDON SQUARE                                        109
+
+    THE CALL OF THE GREEN                                     111
+
+    SUMMER ENDING                                             112
+
+    NEAR AUTUMN                                               114
+
+    NOVEMBER                                                  115
+
+    THE COMMON WEALTH                                         117
+
+
+
+
+CHILDHOOD
+
+
+
+
+King Baby
+
+
+      King Baby on his throne
+    Sits reigning O, sits reigning O!
+      King Baby on his throne
+    Sits reigning all alone.
+
+      His throne is Mother's knee,
+    So tender O, so tender O!
+      His throne is Mother's knee,
+    Where none may sit but he.
+
+      His crown it is of gold,
+    So curly O, so curly O!
+      His crown it is of gold,
+    In shining tendrils rolled.
+
+      His kingdom is my heart,
+    So loyal O, so loyal O!
+      His kingdom is my heart,
+    His own in every part.
+
+      Divine are all his laws,
+    So simple O, so simple O!
+      Divine are all his laws,
+    With Love for end and cause.
+
+      King Baby on his throne
+    Sits reigning O, sits reigning O!
+      King Baby on his throne
+    Sits reigning all alone.
+
+
+
+
+A Blessing for the Blessed
+
+
+    When the sun has left the hill-top,
+      And the daisy-fringe is furled,
+    When the birds from wood and meadow
+      In their hidden nests are curled,
+    Then I think of all the babies
+      That are sleeping in the world....
+
+    There are babies in the high lands
+      And babies in the low,
+    There are pale ones wrapped in furry skins
+      On the margin of the snow,
+    And brown ones naked in the isles,
+      Where all the spices grow.
+
+    And some are in the palace
+      On a white and downy bed,
+    And some are in the garret
+      With a clout beneath their head,
+    And some are on the cold hard earth,
+      Whose mothers have no bread.
+
+    O little men and women,
+      Dear flowers yet unblown!
+    O little kings and beggars
+      Of the pageant yet unshown!
+    Sleep soft and dream pale dreams now,
+      To-morrow is your own....
+
+    Though some shall walk in darkness,
+      And others in the light,
+    Though some shall smile and others weep
+      In the silence of the night,
+    When Life has touched with many hues
+      Your souls now clear and white:
+
+    God save you, little children!
+      And make your eyes to see
+    His finger pointing in the dark
+      Whatever you may be,
+    Till one and all, through Life and Death,
+      Pass to Eternity....
+
+
+
+
+To Raoul Bouchard
+
+
+    Dear were your kisses, baby boy,
+      Your weight upon my arm:
+    Gay were your tuneful cries of joy
+      As I danced you round the farm:
+    And sweet your softness when we lay
+    Laughing and cooing in the hay.
+
+    The summer sun will shine again,
+      Old arms will mow and reap;
+    There'll be new flowers on the plain,
+      New lambs among the sheep;
+    But never in this world of men
+    Shall we two be as we were then.
+
+    Your feet have touched the ground, my bird,
+      And now your wondering eyes
+    Will gaze no more as if they heard
+      A seraph in the skies:
+    A little boy, with leap and shout
+    You'll wildly chase your dreams about.
+
+    But when you are a man, soft thing,
+      And life has made you stern,
+    May we who watched you in your spring
+      Still feel our babe return
+    In hallowed moments, such as shine
+    When thought or deed makes man divine.
+
+
+
+
+To-day and To-morrow
+
+
+    Little hands--what will you grasp
+      When you leave this nest, O?
+    Little arms--what will you clasp
+      Against that tender breast, O?
+    Cling to mother's finger, babe,
+      Throw sweet arms about me!
+    Here no noons may linger, babe,
+      Soon you'll love without me.
+
+    Little toes--where will you turn,
+      East or south or west, O?
+    Little feet--what sands that burn
+      Will you soon have pressed, O?
+    Lie on mother's knee, my own,
+      Dance your heels about me!
+    Apples leave the tree, my own,
+    Soon you'll live without me....
+
+
+
+
+The Nesting Hour
+
+
+    Robin-friend has gone to bed,
+    Little wing to hide his head--
+    Mother's bird must slumber too
+    Just as baby Robins do--
+    When the stars begin to rise,
+    Birds and babies close their eyes.
+
+
+
+
+The Little Sister
+
+
+BATH-TIME:
+
+        Baby's got no legs at all,
+    They're soft and pinky, crumpled things;
+        If he stood up he'd only fall:
+    But then, you see, he's used to wings.
+
+
+BED-TIME:
+
+        Baby baby bye,
+        Close your little eye!
+    When the dark begins to creep,
+    Tiny-wees must go to sleep.
+
+        Lammy lammy lie,
+        I am seven, I;
+    Little boys must sleep and wait,
+    If they want their bed-time late.
+
+        Fidgy fidgy fie,
+        There's no need to cry!
+    Soon you'll never dress in white,
+    But sit up working half the night....
+
+
+
+
+A Twilight Song
+
+
+        Baby moon, 'tis time for bed,
+          Owlet leaves his nest now;
+        Hide your little horned head
+          In the twilight west now;
+    When you're old and round and bright,
+    You shall stay and shine all night.
+
+        Baby girl is going too
+          In her bed to creep now;
+        She is little, just like you,
+          Time it is to sleep now;
+    When she's old and tired and wise,
+    She'll be glad to close her eyes.
+
+
+
+
+A Wintry Lullaby
+
+
+        Blow, wind, blow,
+    The fields are white with snow--
+    Sleeping daisies, deep and warm,
+    Cannot hear the Winter storm.
+
+        Freeze, air, freeze,
+    The rime is on the trees--
+    Sleeping buds within the bough,
+    Dream of spring and cuckoos now.
+
+        Turn, earth, turn,
+    The flames of life do burn--
+    Sleeping girl, my baby dove,
+    Knows no world but mother's love.
+
+
+
+
+The Warm Cradle
+
+
+        Hush, baby, hush,
+    Sweet robin's in the bush--
+    All the birdies lie so quiet,
+    Won't my little dicky try it?
+        Hush, baby, hush.
+
+        Sleep, baby, sleep,
+    The lammies love the sheep--
+    Woolly babes all nestle cosy,
+    Lie, my lambkin, warm and rosy,
+        Sleep, baby, sleep.
+
+        Dream, baby, dream,
+    Our feet are in the stream--
+    Stones below but stars above, child,
+    Life is warm so long we love, child,
+        Dream, baby, dream.
+
+
+
+
+The Drooping Flower
+
+
+    Baby's rather ill to-night,
+    Little face is long and white,
+    Eyes are all too large and bright--
+    What shall mother do now?
+
+    Never leave him out of sight,
+    Hold him warm and still and tight,
+    Make him well with all her might,
+    That's what she will do now.
+
+
+
+
+Mothers in the Garden
+
+
+I
+
+      Wagtail--pied Wagtail--
+    What tremor's in your breast?
+    On nimble feet, when we draw near,
+    You run about to hide your fear,
+    As if to say: There's nothing here,
+        I have no nest....
+
+      Wagtail--pied Wagtail--
+    We too their voices heard;
+    Away then to the water-side,
+    And fetch the food for which they cried;
+    From us there is no need to hide,
+        My dainty bird.
+
+II
+
+    The thrushes' nest has fallen
+    From the ivy on the wall:
+    The dear blue eggs are broken,
+    All broken by the fall.
+
+    But we heard a song at sundown
+    That said: O tears are vain!--
+    And babe and I ceased grieving:
+    We think they will build again.
+
+
+
+
+The Gravel Path
+
+
+        Tiny mustn't frown
+        When she tumbles down;
+    If the wind should change--Ah me,
+    What a face her face would be!
+
+        Rub away the dirt,
+        Say she wasn't hurt;
+    What a world 'twould be--O my,
+    If all who fell began to cry!
+
+
+
+
+The New Pelisse
+
+
+    Baby's got a new pelisse,
+    Very soft and very neat--
+    Like a lammy in her fleece
+    She's all white from head to feet.
+
+    Thirty lambs each gave a curl,
+    Mother sewed them, stitch by stitch--
+    All to clothe a baby-girl:
+    Don't you think she's very rich?
+
+
+
+
+Solace
+
+
+      Whom does Miss belong to?
+    Just to Mother, Mother only:
+    That's whom Miss belongs to,
+    --And Mother's never lonely.
+
+      Whom's this little song to?
+    Just to Baby, Baby only:
+    That's whom little song's to,
+    --And Baby's never lonely.
+
+
+
+
+Strange Lands
+
+
+      Where do you come from, Mr. Jay?--
+    'From the land of Play, from the land of Play.'
+      And where can that be, Mr. Jay?--
+        'Far away--far away.'
+
+      Where do you come from, Mrs. Dove?--
+    'From the land of Love, from the land of Love.'
+      And how do you get there, Mrs. Dove?--
+        'Look above--look above.'
+
+      Where do you come from, Baby Miss?--
+    'From the land of Bliss, from the land of Bliss.'
+      And what is the way there, Baby Miss?--
+        'Mother's kiss--mother's kiss.'
+
+
+
+
+March Meadows
+
+
+A LARK:
+
+    Lark-bird, lark-bird soaring high,
+      Are you never weary?
+    When you reach the empty sky,
+      Are the clouds not dreary?
+    Don't you sometimes long to be
+    A silent gold-fish in the sea?
+
+    Gold-fish, gold-fish diving deep,
+      Are you never sad, say?
+    When you feel the cold waves creep
+      Are you really glad, say?
+    Don't you sometimes long to sing
+    And be a lark-bird on the wing?
+
+
+LAMBS:
+
+    O little lambs! the month is cold,
+    The sky is very gray;
+    You shiver in the misty grass
+    And bleat at all the winds that pass;
+    Wait! when I'm big--some day--
+    I'll build a roof to every fold.
+
+    But now that I am small, I'll pray
+    At mother's knee for you;
+    Perhaps the angels with their wings
+    Will come and warm you, little things;
+    I'm sure that, if God knew,
+    He'd let the lambs be born in May.
+
+
+
+
+The Robin
+
+
+    When father takes his spade to dig,
+      Then Robin comes along;
+    He sits upon a little twig
+      And sings a little song.
+
+    Or, if the trees are rather far,
+      He does not stay alone,
+    But comes up close to where we are
+      And bobs upon a stone.
+
+
+
+
+The Mouse
+
+
+      Little Master Mouse,
+    You'd better leave this house;
+    Crumbs are scarce upon the floor,
+    And pussy sleeps behind the door.
+
+      Mousie soft and grey,
+    I wish you'd run away!
+    Cook will catch you in a trap,
+    And mice mayn't sit in mother's lap....
+
+
+
+
+The Bat
+
+
+    Bat, Bat, that flies at night
+    When angels' breath has blown the light,
+    When all the bees are hived in bed
+    And swallow sleeps with hidden head:
+    Songless bird! until this hour,
+    Among the bells in the ivied tower
+    Have you hung dreaming in your house?
+    Are you a living winged mouse?--
+    Bat, Bat, I often doubt;
+    And when I see you flit about,
+    I wonder if the dead birds roam
+    In circles round their nestlings' home....
+
+
+
+
+The Swallow
+
+
+    O Swallow! if I had your wings
+    I would not stay below;
+    I'd leave off catching flies and things
+    And up to Heaven I'd go.
+
+    I'd sail above the tallest tree
+    That waves its arms on high;
+    Beyond the furthest cloud we see,
+    And deeper than the sky.
+
+    Perhaps, when live birds find the way,
+    They're all sent down again,
+    And that is why you dive to-day
+    For insects in the rain.
+
+
+
+
+Snowdrops
+
+
+    Little ladies, white and green,
+      With your spears about you,
+    Will you tell us where you've been
+      Since we lived without you?
+
+    You are sweet, and fresh, and clean,
+      With your pearly faces;
+    In the dark earth where you've been
+      There are wondrous places:
+
+    Yet you come again, serene,
+      When the leaves are hidden;
+    Bringing joy from where you've been
+      You return unbidden--
+
+    Little ladies, white and green,
+      Are you glad to cheer us?
+    Hunger not for where you've been,
+      Stay till Spring be near us!
+
+
+
+
+Frost
+
+
+    The flowers in the garden
+    Are very cold at night;
+    When I look out of window
+    Their beds are hard and white.
+
+    The primrose and the scilla,
+    The merry crocus too--
+    O Jane! if we were flowers,
+    What should we children do?
+
+    We'd have to sleep all naked
+    Beneath the windy trees;
+    Yet we should die, I know it,
+    With even a chemise....
+
+
+
+
+Apples
+
+
+      Red cheeks, red cheeks,
+    Will you play with me?
+      No boy, pale boy,
+    I want to climb that tree.
+
+      Red cheeks, red cheeks,
+    You will tumble down--
+      No boy, pale boy,
+    I'll eat the apples brown.
+
+      Red cheeks, red cheeks,
+    Barns are best for rain--
+      No boy, pale boy,
+    I'll soon be down again.
+
+
+
+
+Lonely Children
+
+
+I
+
+    The trees are dusty in the Park,
+    The grass is hard and brown;
+    I'm glad I've got a Noah's ark,
+    But I'm sorry I'm in town.
+
+    A lot of little girls and boys
+    Are not so rich as me;
+    But O! I'd give them all my toys
+    For shells beside the sea....
+
+
+II
+
+    The flowers are happy in the garden,
+    For the bees are always there;
+    The clouds are happy up in Heaven
+    With the angels in the air;
+    But little boy and little mouse
+    Are rather lonely in the house.
+
+
+
+
+Playgrounds
+
+
+    In summer I am very glad
+    We children are so small,
+    For we can see a thousand things
+    That men can't see at all.
+
+    They don't know much about the moss
+    And all the stones they pass:
+    They never lie and play among
+    The forests in the grass:
+
+    They walk about a long way off;
+    And, when we're at the sea,
+    Let father stoop as best he can
+    He can't find things like me.
+
+    But, when the snow is on the ground
+    And all the puddles freeze,
+    I wish that I were very tall,
+    High up above the trees....
+
+
+
+
+Fairings
+
+
+    O, Father has donned his suit of brown
+    And saddled the gelding gray,
+    And he's ridden off to London town
+    Where the streets are fine and gay.
+
+    And Mother has asked for a yard of lace,
+    And Kate for a kerchief new,
+    And Moll for a mirror to look at her face,
+    And Bessie for beads, all blue;
+
+    And Dick has been promised a kite so tall,
+    And Jamie a leathern whip,
+    And Baby shall play with a painted ball,
+    And O! I have asked for a ship!--
+
+    But our eldest sister stood apart,
+    And I think I heard her say:
+    'O bring me back a little white heart
+    Like the one I lost in May....'
+
+
+
+
+The Flower to the Bud
+
+
+    Tiny heart beneath my hand,
+    Say, what treasures will you hold?
+    O, what blossom will unfold,
+    Late to bloom, or soon to fade,
+    From this bud, my baby-maid?
+    Through what shallows will you wade,
+    To what heights will you aspire
+    In your spirit's white desire?
+    Will you mar or will you make?
+    Will you give or will you take?
+    Will you glow or will you break
+    With the running of the sand--
+    Tiny heart beneath my hand?...
+
+
+
+
+SIX SONGS OF GIRLHOOD
+
+
+
+
+Love and the Maidens
+
+
+    He seemed asleep; his wings were wet
+    With dew; he lay among the flowers,
+    Sweeter than Spring; his radiant curls
+    With primrose and with violet
+    Were crowned; and in a silent ring the girls
+    Watched, all an April morning's misty hours....
+
+    Not one dared wake him--yet each breast
+    Yearned to be pillow to a thing
+    So fair. 'How will he smile?' thought they,
+    'In waking?...' But between them pressed
+    One who with laughter bore the rogue away,
+    Ere they had touched a feather of his wing.
+
+
+
+
+Awakenings
+
+
+      The first time she awoke,
+    Her room was filled with light;
+    Thought she: They've made a little fire
+    To warm me through the night....
+
+      The next time she awoke,
+    Sweet music stirred the air;
+    Thought she: They've brought a magic lyre
+    To make my dreams more fair....
+
+      The third time she awoke,
+    The dawn-swept sky was gray;
+    Thought she: I know my heart's desire
+    Will come to me to-day....
+
+      But empty was the street,
+    And ashen was the hearth;
+    And the music-maker's nimble feet
+    Were speeding o'er the earth.
+
+
+
+
+The Clouded Soul
+
+
+    O what have you done with your heart, daughter,
+    And what have you done to your soul, my dear?
+    Your heart was like a lily in June,
+    And your soul as a crystal clear....
+
+    O, I've thrown my heart in a well, mother,
+    For the lily was sick, and needed rain:
+    O, I've wept a cloud round my soul, mother,
+    And we never shall see it again....
+
+
+
+
+The Healer
+
+
+      O will you have my heart, sweet maid,
+    My heart so true, my heart so red?
+      O will you have my heart, dear maid,
+    And give me yours instead?
+
+      O keep your heart, my good young man,
+    For mine is wounded, deep and sore;
+      O keep your heart, my kind young man,
+    For mine shall love no more....
+
+
+
+
+The Open Door
+
+
+    Why have you locked the door, my maid,
+      Why have you locked the door?
+    O! I have let Grief out, she said,
+      Never to enter more.
+
+    Open and set it wide, my maid,
+      Open and set it wide!
+    Lest Joy should come one day, he said,
+      And have to stand outside.
+
+
+
+
+The Fugitive
+
+
+    When she returned to the clouded land,
+    She held sweet flowers in her hand;
+        Her eyes were bright
+        With a beaming light
+    That none could understand.
+
+    Said they: Where, sister, hast thou been?
+    What hidden glory hast thou seen?
+        What magic sod
+        Has thy white foot trod;
+    What song-filled groves of green?
+
+    Said she: I followed across the plain
+    To the gates of Love, to the gates of Pain:
+        By one, by two,
+        All the rest went through:
+    But I came back again....
+
+
+
+
+THE FAITHFUL WIFE
+
+
+
+
+The Faithful Wife
+
+
+    It was a banished chieftain
+    Returned from oversea,
+    And he saw his wife and children
+    Come smiling o'er the lea.
+
+    The moon had wrapped them in her beams,
+    The wind was in their hair,
+    Their feet that trod the wild bluebell
+    Were light as wings on air.
+
+    'O have you come to meet me, wife,
+    As you once did swear to do?
+    Full seven years have I been gone,
+    And was your word so true?'
+
+    He took her by the white cool hand
+    Where the golden rings shone gay;
+    He took her youngest on his arm
+    And joyful led the way.
+
+    'O fair are ye, my father's towers,
+    And sweet my garden dear:
+    God grant I never leave you more
+    Till Death o'ertake me here!'
+
+    The lights were burning in the hall,
+    As they sat them down to meat;
+    The pipers piped a merry tune
+    The while their lord did eat.
+
+    He looked to right, he looked to left,
+    And a happy man was he,
+    As he stroked the head of the good gre-hound
+    That stood beside his knee.
+
+    'O, I am weary, wife, my wife,
+    And the flames begin to pale;
+    Lead on, for I would sleep awhile
+    Before I tell my tale.'
+
+    She lifted the bright curtain
+    That led into her bower;
+    There came the tramp of parting feet
+    And silence held the tower.
+
+    'O wife, how long have I been gone?
+    The room smells of roses still--
+    O wife, our babes are very young,
+    Their limbs are cold and chill....'
+
+    She folded up their raiment small,
+    She smiled but said no word:
+    She laid her children in one bed,
+    Then came beside her lord.
+
+    He could not sleep, he could not wake,
+    But lay in silence there;
+    His dear wife held him by the hand,
+    He felt her wind-blown hair--
+
+    'O Mother! Mother!' whispered one,
+    'Why must we sleep so soon?
+    The sun is hidden down below,
+    I still can see the moon.'
+
+    'Be quiet, be quiet, my little child,
+    And watch the moonbeams creep;
+    To-night you may not play about,
+    For your father lies asleep.'
+
+    'O Mother! Mother!' whispered one,
+    'It is not time for bed!
+    Where have you put my little lid?
+    I cannot hide my head.'
+
+    'Lie still, lie still, my tiny child,
+    Your father dear is found:
+    We four shall never sleep again
+    In the dark and heavy mound.'
+
+    'O Mother! Mother!' whispered one,
+    'How shall that ever be?
+    We may not bide in the light of day
+    To watch upon the lea.'
+
+    'No need, no need, my pretty child,
+    For your father dear has come;
+    We'll kiss him once, we'll kiss him twice,
+    Then seek our own far home.'
+
+    He heard them laugh with baby joy,
+    He felt their kisses sweet,
+    He heard the patter to the door
+    Of their unearthly feet....
+
+    He could not stir when she bent low
+    To kiss him on the lips--
+    He could not raise, to hold her fast,
+    His anguished finger-tips;
+
+    But his heart against her silent breast
+    Beat loud in wild despair--
+    He heard the swaying of her skirt,
+    And his soul leapt forth in prayer.
+
+         .     .     .     .     .
+
+    A shepherd rose to call his sheep
+    When the morning sky was gray;
+    The owl flew back to the ruined tower--
+    He led his flock that way.
+
+    And lo! amid the scattered stones
+    That the foe had strewn around,
+    He saw his long-lost chieftain lie
+    A corpse upon the ground.
+
+    A smile was on his breathless lips,
+    And he lay on the flowered sward,
+    Where his wife and babes had bled to death
+    Beneath a traitor's sword.
+
+
+
+
+WOMANHOOD
+
+
+
+
+A Woman to her Poet
+
+
+    In three worlds King art thou of my desire,
+    O thou of many crowns! whose brow, birth-bound
+    With light, wears wisdom's diadem. Thou lyre
+    Of the speechless soul, in silence triple-crowned!
+    My love's proud empire smiles to know thee King;
+    And in the realms of Womanhood I wind
+    A coronet of Faith, a blood-rose ring
+    With azure chain of sapphire intertwined;
+    And where the mind's pure kingdom is, I seek
+    Bright crystals, pearls of Truth divine and rare
+    To honour thee; but on the aerial peak
+    That marks the Soul's eternal region--there
+    Thou thronest Monarch of a world serene,
+    Crowned with the emerald's unfathomed green.
+
+
+
+
+The Infidel
+
+
+    My soul at times, outworn by length of woe,
+    A strange appeasement seeks in doubting thee,
+    And cries: My sacred mount's a thing as low
+    As any hillock; shallow rolls the sea
+    That should have quenched my deep unbounded thirst;
+    My star's a lamp that flickers earthly light;
+    Mere surf-worn glass my emerald; why burst,
+    O heart! for love of these?--Then, fullest night
+    Environs me, thou banished; stretching wide
+    My arms, I grope for refuge; all my pain
+    Cries babe-like for a breast whereon to hide,
+    And on to thine I fling myself again....
+    Thus fools, impatient of God's silence, cry:
+    There is no God!--and seek what they deny.
+
+
+
+
+Love Within Vows
+
+
+    We love, and O! we know it; yet Love's name
+    Upon our lips a tremulous wish must die;
+    We both were made for loving, you and I,
+    And still was Love denied. To both it came,
+    More fleeting than the beauty of a flame:
+    Now each within the other's hungering eye
+    Beholds the corse of Joy embalmed lie,
+    And smiles to know his penury the same.
+    There is no sorrow in this love, O Friend,
+    New-sprung from ruin, tho' our lips be sealed
+    By silence and the world's hard fetter. Dear
+    To me your being; yet we know nor fear
+    Of loss nor of possession; here's a shield
+    Shall part us nobly faithful to the end.
+
+
+
+
+The Exile
+
+
+      You too mistook me; for no man is wise
+    Whom Love enclouds. Nor soul-piercing nor keen
+    Your vision, else there never would have been
+    A cause for parting. Love-enwrapped, your eyes
+    Failed in my love Love's self to recognise:
+    You saw its outer garment, where the green
+    Of perfect faith was marred by passion's sheen,
+    By outworn patience and desire's disguise.
+    Had you but read me to the inner soul,
+    You would have held me fast. I can forego
+    All that is sought of hand and lip, the whole
+    Of Love's poor joy. But I have need to know
+    That, when the heart fails, I may come and rest
+    My head upon your wide and sheltering breast.
+
+
+
+
+The Scar Indelible
+
+
+    O your voice, your voice in the night!
+    How shall I wipe your voice from the night?
+    Only Hope could wipe it away--
+    And you have driven Hope away.
+
+    O your eyes, your eyes in my sight!
+    How shall I hide your eyes from my sight?
+    Only Joy could hide them away,
+    And you have driven Joy away.
+
+    O your name, your name in the light!
+    How shall I thrust your name from the light?
+    Only Love could thrust it away,
+    And you have driven Love away.
+
+
+
+
+Revulsion
+
+
+      My heart is weary of Love and Hate:
+    Too sick of its Love to love you still,
+    Too sick of its Hate to hate you yet--
+    My heart is weary and would forget.
+
+      O give me nothing! 'Tis far too late:
+    Your much were little my thirst to fill,
+    Your little were scorn of Faith so deep--
+    O give me nothing!--and let me sleep.
+
+
+
+
+The Captive
+
+
+    I want to take my heart away,
+    Break it away from the branch where it clings;
+    I want to quit the barren spray
+    Where now no throstle sings.
+
+    The butterflies have long since gone,
+    Gone to the bough where the gay blossoms are;
+    The sinking sun now bears the dawn
+    To other lands afar.
+
+    I want to break my heart away,
+    Tear it away from the bough where it grows;
+    O for the light of a free new day,
+    On the hill beyond the snows!
+
+
+
+
+Possession's Anguish
+
+
+      One tree in my garden, one tree
+    Out of all the forests of the world:
+    One little ship afloat upon the sea,
+    One shell beneath the waves, flawless and pearled:
+
+      One rose on my bower, one rose
+    For a day to scatter on the grass:
+    One shifting star agleam where the wind blows,
+    One gem upheld, that all may share who pass:
+
+      One heart to be ached for, one heart
+    Out of all the bosoms that are here:
+    One fragile hope alive, the starver's part,
+    One joy already faint and pale with fear:
+
+      One flame in the darkness, one flame
+    For the night to sever with a breath:
+    One poor faith fettered to a mortal name--
+    And over all, the beating wings of death....
+
+
+
+
+Treasures of Poverty
+
+
+    I sometimes watch the lips of other women
+    And think of all the kisses they have known;
+    I sometimes touch the hands of other women
+    In wonder at the memoried palms they own....
+
+    The kiss upon my brow was sadly given,
+    The hands I held but once were not my own;
+    And yet I would not change what I was given
+    For all the kisses I have never known....
+
+    Nor would I change again my heart's white desert;
+    O wondrous are the meetings I have known,
+    And strange the eyes that seek me in the desert,
+    Then smiling vanish to rejoin their own....
+
+
+
+
+Solitude
+
+
+      Now empty lies the house. The languid air
+    Unstirred by voices creeps from room to room;
+    No footstep falls upon the silent stair,
+    All's still and dark. In every nook the tomb
+    Of some thought lies; remembrance everywhere
+    Lingers to seek a joy no longer there;
+    And, as I sit here lonely in the gloom,
+    I ask myself which evil I would choose:
+    Never to have, or else to have, and lose.
+
+
+
+
+The Heart Asleep
+
+
+    Within me now my heart's asleep
+    And none shall wake it more;
+    The silence of all pain is deep
+    Within me. Now my heart's asleep,
+    It dreams of joys it might not keep;
+    And nothing looks before
+    Within me now. My heart's asleep
+    And none shall wake it more.
+
+
+
+
+Adversity
+
+
+      Black winds of the world!
+    There is pity in your breath,
+    Against wild tempest weaponing.
+
+      Grey clouds of the sky!
+    You are gentle in your shade,
+    Against night-darkness tempering.
+
+      Red wounds of the heart!
+    There is mercy in your blood,
+    Against hope-murder hardening.
+
+      Pale swoons of the soul!
+    You are tender in your pangs
+    Against dire death emboldening.
+
+
+
+
+Faces of the Dead
+
+
+    I dreamed that, wandering by a river's bank,
+    I came across a lonely ship that sank
+    In lifeless waters. Day was dim;--in dreams
+    We see nor sun, nor moon; unearthly gleams
+    Of deadened light fall strangely from the sky.--
+    There were but three that struggled not to die:
+    A man, a woman, and a tender child;
+    He sought to save them both with effort wild
+    And dragged his love to the entangled shore;
+    But down the slimy weeds she slid once more
+    Into the water, and her lover's breast
+    Received her, and together they found rest.
+    The child was saved; my hand towards her hand
+    Outstretched, drew all her sweetness to the land,
+    Where naked, like a lily wet with rain,
+    She sank and loudly wept at her life's gain.
+    Quite small she was, and light; I bore her fast
+    To what seemed home, and there she smiled at last
+    And sat upright within my arms; I found
+    A bright-hued veil wherein to wrap her round,
+    Tissues that far in morning-lands were spun
+    By those who love the flowers and the sun.
+    I laid her softly in a silken bed,
+    Strewed fragrant violets about her head
+    And left her.
+                'Twas my dream then that I slept.
+    But when at dawn unto her bed I crept,
+    The child was lost. Her pillow was all wet
+    With tears that still flowed on; and faster yet
+    They flowed in quickening rills, until I thought
+    I stood beside a torrent wide that sought
+    An unknown sea. The day was sad, tho' young;
+    Upon a misty branch some bird had sung
+    And left a trembling silence; all around
+    I saw the little daisies on the ground
+    Fast closed, with folded arm-petals in vain
+    Shielding their yellow hearts from the cold rain.
+    --A voice invisible made murmur then:
+    'Come here and look upon these poor drowned men!
+    The ship was sunk a year ago to-day....'
+    But I stepped back and shuddering turned away,
+    For I had never seen the face of Death.
+    Yet Fear itself soon drew me with quick breath
+    Back to the place, even to the river's brink
+    Where I had seen that lonely vessel sink.
+    And there in waters deep I saw them lie,
+    With hands at rest and eyes that sought the sky:
+    Clear eyes wide open to an unseen day.
+    In wondrous silence motionless they lay,
+    With white lips smiling on their spirit's bliss.
+    'Is Death but this?' I cried, 'no more but this?'
+    And answer came: 'Among those faces there
+    Are all unknown?'
+                'Twas then I saw him, fair
+    With perfect peace, my enemy, even he
+    Of all the world who most had tortured me.
+    He lay there, blessed among the blessed, and smiled
+    With eyes more pure than any wakening child.
+    The little waves in passing--like the breeze
+    That stirs the foliage of the unmoved trees--
+    Played in their hair, and fluttering grasses rose
+    And fell and danced about their mute repose.
+    But I gazed on until I too had drunk
+    Of their lips' joy, until their peace had sunk
+    Into my troubling earth-stirred heart that ached
+    To join them ... and then waked....
+
+
+
+
+The Sleeper
+
+
+      There lay a man on clovered ground
+    Whose life was death, he slept so sound;
+    A child bent low to watch his eyes--
+    He smiling waked, and saw the skies.
+
+      I know a soul now, fast asleep,
+    Whose dreams are sad: I hear him weep;
+    I bend and gaze for pity's sake--
+    But all in vain; he will not wake.
+
+
+
+
+Stars
+
+
+      O Kings and Queens, that in my happy heart,
+    As in a royal chapel, warm and white,
+    Ensanctuaried are! I come to-night
+    Beneath the moonless sky--this radiant chart
+    Of the unfathomable Heavens where dart
+    Beam-trailing stars--with lamp of love alight
+    Unto your images; my reverent sight
+    Enfolds you, and I bring you each your part
+    Of piety. The Will that guides each star
+    Gave jewels to my hands I might not hold,
+    Whose grace remembered fills my palm. So rest,
+    O Joy-givers! your kingdoms are afar,
+    Yet here I own you, shrined in pearls and gold,
+    The sovereign captives of my loyal breast.
+
+
+
+
+Trelawny's Grave
+
+
+      I know a garden near the gates of Rome
+    Where Life and Death hold hands in silence; here
+    In solemn shade where towering cypress rear
+    Their green eternal, white as wind-led foam
+    Lie scattered stones that shield the final home
+    Of exiles. Fair their bed; by violets dear
+    And swaying roses decked; above them, clear
+    In bluest glory arches Heaven's dome.
+    'Twas here my heart encountered peace one day
+    Beside an old man's grave that said: If God
+    Condemn you live beyond your friend, this way
+    You too may rest.--The heart is childish; dread
+    Of earth-loss fades before Trelawny dead
+    Close-gathered to his Shelley in the sod.
+
+
+
+
+V.R.I.
+
+JANUARY 22, 1901.
+
+
+      As, in a house where solemn-footed Death
+    Has trodden, all the little children stand
+    Before a silent door, with quickened breath,
+    Holding each other tightly by the hand--
+
+      So we, O Mother! at the keyless door
+    Stand gathered, heart-astir with nameless fears:
+    A strength has left the hour; the world before
+    Was warmer; and we face the day with tears.
+
+
+
+
+Lines on a Picture by Mary Gow
+
+
+    O whirling World! I know a corner still
+    Unsoiled by Hate and Strife:
+    Where hushed and gentle is the voice of Life:
+    Where Time--a summer rill
+    Soft-flowing through the grass--in measure slow
+    Sings sweetly as we go.
+    Here is a room wherein the white day gleams:
+    Silence o'er Peace has spread her pearly wings:
+    A smiling woman reads of simple things:
+    A child's blue eyes are blinded by their dreams....
+
+
+
+
+To Serenity
+
+Before a Madonna--by Botticelli.
+
+
+      Thine is the face our driven souls shall wear,
+    O sweet serenity!--No earthly wind
+      Can rend thine azure mantle now, nor tear
+    Those veils that shield the radiant locks they bind.
+
+      Thy brow is calm with storm appeased; thy lids
+    Are heavy with the wisdom of all tears:
+      Thy mouth is strong with silence that forbids
+    Weary lament and craven wail of fears.
+
+      Within thy guarded bosom now no fire
+    Is ardent; thou hast hidden all thy scars:
+      We too may tread the ashes of desire,
+    And wing our spirits thus to touch the stars.
+
+
+
+
+ELEVEN SONNETS
+
+
+
+
+I
+
+
+      I will not close the door, O Love, on thee,
+    Although I fear thee still. In days of old
+    Thy magic echoes lured me on to be
+    The slave of dreams; but now that I behold
+    The earth again, and that my wings are gone,
+    I will take refuge, simply, on thy breast.
+    No miracle I seek, no rapturous dawn
+    Of an unearthly day; I will but rest
+    My weary eyes, and lay between thy hands
+    These empty fingers that have ceased to clutch
+    At stars. Because my spirit understands
+    Renouncement, thou wilt give, maybe. Not much
+    I ask of thee: I only ask to keep
+    Thee near, O Love! until my heart's asleep.
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+
+      My Friend of Friends! in you my heart's at rest,
+    That wandered homeless as the ocean-wind
+    Hither and thither, seeking still to find
+    Some refuge. As a ship that east and west
+    Roams havenless, and quits each shore distressed,
+    So wandered I, so left each land behind,
+    Bearing my soul as helmsman, sage but blind;
+    And still we journeyed on at Fate's behest.
+    But now I hold my harbour, and the ship
+    Casts anchor here. The unnested winds that blow
+    May reach me still and rock me to and fro.
+    What matter? Here is Peace that bids me slip
+    Closer and closer to the enfolding shore,
+    Lower the sails, and stay for evermore.
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+
+      Are we not happy? though this bond of ours
+    Be strange and out of harmony with life
+    As men accept it, in this world of strife
+    Between the spirit and the flesh?--Dark hours
+    Are in the doom of every love; no flowers
+    Bloom rainless; wind and war and pain are rife
+    Within us all.--Yet we are happy. Wife
+    Or sister, these are earth-words; the soul showers
+    Its gifts of love and seeks no earthly bond.
+    So ask we none but, smiling, soul to soul
+    Stand gathered in Love's very essence, whole
+    And indivisible. These white strong bands
+    Suffice; 'tis but the shell, too frail and fond,
+    That weeps, alas! and wrings her mortal hands.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+
+      Farewell! you cannot go from me, my dear,
+    For I have closed you in my inmost heart,
+    Beyond the reach of earthly things that part
+    The loving from the loved. Now far or near
+    Ceases to be; I am where you are; here
+    Or there, no matter. Mild should be the smart
+    Of leave-taking, where nothing stays apart
+    But what is mortal, and where souls are clear.
+    Beloved! I can but lose you earthly-wise;
+    The hunger of the years is stilled; no pain
+    Of solitude can chill my heart again,
+    Possessing you. Therefore with steadfast eyes
+    I say farewell, O brother! nor dare weep
+    My little loss, with all this wealth to keep.
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+
+      I seek to call you near me in the dark
+    And silent prison of my solitude,
+    Where Memory with visions heaven-hued
+    Now mocks the night, and Hope with timid spark
+    Kindles vain torches. Lonely in my ark
+    Of Faith, on battling waves I float, pursued
+    By all those doubting monsters that delude
+    Pain-sunken breasts, and bid the soul embark
+    For perilous despair. I call you near
+    That I may cheat the helmsman of his fear:
+    And yet I know you far, I know you lost
+    To me, on this same ocean tempest-tossed
+    Alone--O you who should my pilot be!
+    You, whom my love could steer through any sea....
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+
+      When Spring awakens and no Spring is there,
+    None for the heart, it is a joyless thing.
+    Yet Winter softens, and all breezes bring
+    To the hard earth now tidings vague and fair.
+    The lilac buds are swelling, the mild air
+    Tempts forth the green; at dusk the thrushes sing
+    Out in the garden, and their raptures wring
+    The heart whose joy is of the past. I bear
+    Remembrance in me of dear foliage gone,
+    Of wilted heather and of perished flowers.
+    For me not one of Spring's foreshadowed hours
+    Is quick with presages of joy. Alone
+    Who cares to creep? The solitary ways
+    Are primrose-less, and vain the violet days.
+
+
+
+
+VII
+
+
+      If I must live without you, I must learn
+    To love the earth and all that grows once more,
+    With the old good love that satisfied before
+    I saw you smile. Now, let me turn and turn,
+    Your memory covers earth and sky; I yearn
+    For you, and not for Spring; my heart is sore
+    With absence, not with Winter's length. Of yore,
+    When climbing noons began to softly burn,
+    There seemed a tender joy in every bud
+    That swelled and burst, in every little spear
+    That broke the clods; and Spring sang in my blood
+    As in the sap; and all that lived was dear.
+    These treasures now are veiled and strange and far,
+    Whilst I go wandering where your footprints are.
+
+
+
+
+VIII
+
+
+      Beloved! are we not wanderers on a road
+    Unknown, that grope their way among the rocks
+    Together?--Yes, together; for these shocks
+    Our hearts have borne and given, part not, goad
+    Unto no hatred. Though I be your load
+    Of care and you my anguish, something locks
+    Our hands, my brother: Destiny, that mocks
+    Man's thinkings, and here finds a new strange mode
+    Of welding chance-divided loves, a link
+    That's more than human, that is half divine,
+    Since, beggared of you, still I hold you mine
+    Above all bonds. So love me well. We'll drink
+    Of all pure streams together, dear, and break
+    These rocks to sand for one another's sake.
+
+
+
+
+IX
+
+
+      Yes, love me, love me well. You need not fear
+    To hurt me further. Like a careless knight
+    That riding lonely, with averted sight,
+    Has struck a passer unawares, so here
+    Have you struck me amid the branches sere
+    Of this dark forest. If you now alight,
+    Give water to my lips and through the night
+    Keep peril from me, with the morning's clear
+    New dawn I'll rise again, and both will reap
+    The mercy of the wound you dealt. Asleep,
+    Awake, I'll be your shield-bearer, and guard
+    Your steps upon this road so long and hard.
+    Then help us both, for all the love you give
+    But turns to strength whereby we both may live.
+
+
+
+
+X
+
+
+      Dearest of all, and nearest though most far!
+    My spirit follows you across both sea
+    And land; all bounds, all spaces, are to me
+    Erased; my heart upon its winged car
+    Of thought outstrips you; nothing now shall mar
+    My joy in you, O brother!--save that we
+    Are of the earth and ask to touch and see
+    The thing we love upon this yearning star.
+    O world of strange desires! Have not we two
+    Lived to behold each other and to smile?
+    Have our two notes not mingled in one chord?
+    What ails us? Were we joined this earthly while,
+    You would not love me better than you do,
+    Nor in my heart be otherwise adored.
+
+
+
+
+XI
+
+
+      Without, you seem forgotten. Am I sad
+    Or happy? None can tell. The lonely days
+    Recur, and draw me on the beaten ways
+    Of all who strive and toil. The things I had
+    Remain; all daily happenings, good or bad,
+    Fall as they did: success and loss, delays
+    That sweeten victory: the balance sways
+    Unceasingly, makes heavy, or makes glad.
+    And this is life, such as the world demands.
+    Within, 'tis otherwise; for in the far
+    Depths where my soul recoiled sits, there are
+    No echoes of such wisdom; there my hands
+    Are folded, and in yours: I seek your eyes,
+    Your voice, your smile.... Within, 'tis otherwise.
+
+
+
+
+THE OPEN AIR
+
+
+
+
+Sunshine in February
+
+
+        O winter Sun!
+    How beautiful thy beams
+    Upon the chained earth!
+    The snows are melting and the gale
+    Is hushed; thou shinest, soft and pale,
+        O Winter Sun!
+    Upon a world that dreams,
+    And trembles with awakened hopes of birth.
+
+        O Joyful Green!
+    'Mid snowy patches gay
+    Thou peerest, and the sky
+    Shines blue through twigged boughs; each tree
+    Is aching now with thoughts of thee,
+        O Joyful Green!
+    Spring's heart is in the day
+    Though Winter's hands upon night's bosom lie.
+
+                            _Fairseat._
+
+
+
+
+The Cuckoo
+
+
+      Sing, cuckoo, sing,
+    Dear herald of the Spring!
+    Minstrels in all ages born,
+    Hearing thee on such a morn--
+    When the cowslips all around
+    Waft their fragrance from the ground,
+    And the blossom of the pear
+    Quivers white in bluest air--
+    Such as I, in all the ages
+    Thus have covered rapturous pages
+    With thy praise, O loveliest bird
+    Ear of man has ever heard!
+
+    Though thy note be one of sadness,
+    Messenger thou art of gladness
+    Only; for thou comest first
+    When the buds their prison burst,
+    When, upon an April day,
+    Earth awakes to cast away
+    What remains of wintry sorrow,
+    And to don for summer's morrow
+    Joyful garb of newest green.
+    Spirit-like thou sing'st, unseen:
+    East and west thy piercing note
+    From the forest seems to float
+    Over plain and over hill,
+    And thy echoing cries instil
+    Hope into each breath that blows.
+    Who that hears thy voice but knows
+    That the joys of June are nearing?
+    See the lilies in the clearing,
+    How they raise their green young bells!
+    Every hasty bud that swells
+    Answers thee in joyfulness;
+    And the winter's long distress,
+    Like a lifted cloud at dawn,
+    Melts and quivers and is gone.
+    Autumn leaves that strew the ways
+    Have outlived their kindly days:
+    Now the sun shall warm the earth:
+    Now all things of tender birth,
+    Newly waked from shielded sleep,
+    Lift their coverlet and peep
+    Gaily at the world.
+
+                          Dear Voice,
+    Sing! and bid each soul rejoice!
+    Spring's for every breast that wills;
+    And thy note, O Cuckoo, stills
+    All the ache of winter here.
+    Lo! the scattered leaves are sere
+    Of my sorrow; and I tread them
+    Into earth. The bough that shed them,
+    Soon in budded joy shall be
+    Harmonious with the day's felicity.
+
+                            _Montmelian, April 1902._
+
+
+
+
+A Song in the Morning
+
+
+        O sister! 'tis day-time,
+        The world's happy May-time,
+    Come out to the woods where the new nests are!
+        'Tis sin to be pining,
+        The hedge-drops are shining,
+    And the wild winds have fled to the snow-lands far.
+
+        O come! and be merry,
+        For white blows the cherry,
+    The bluebells ring out on their stem so tall:
+        Each cowslip's dear yellow
+        Cries joy to its fellow,
+    And the wind-flowers dance to the cuckoo's call.
+
+        O what is the sun for?
+        Come, grief is all done for,
+    The folded leaves creep from their beds in the bough:
+        The seeds are awaking,
+        The furrows are breaking,
+    And the blessing of God's on the blackthorn now.
+
+                            _Meopham._
+
+
+
+
+In a London Square
+
+
+    The leaves are green, and in the grass
+    Lie daisy-patches, white and sweet,
+    That spring beneath the tender feet
+    Of baby-girls at play:
+    From ancient boughs, serenely tall,
+    The chequered shadows length'ning fall,
+    And town seems far away.
+    Such rest is here as woodland yields:
+    Here too are lambs in flowered fields--
+    Why heed the wheels that pass?
+
+    Thought sinks beneath our fitful speech
+    Into the tremor of our peace,
+    This hallowed hour of release
+    From dust and whirl and haste:
+    Thus each may find within his breast
+    A respite to the world's unrest,
+    Fresh verdure in the waste:
+    Life's wheels encircle us--but, there
+    Where Friendship is, the untainted air
+    Of Heaven seems in reach.
+
+
+
+
+The Call of the Green
+
+
+    O who would dwell in the dingy town
+        When June is fair and green?
+    O who would stay in the chimneyed town
+        Where brooks are never seen?
+      Come! roses blow: sweet flower
+      Will snow the virgin's-bower:
+    The shaded lane, the woodland wild,
+    Are better both for man and child.
+
+    O who would live in the narrow street
+        When skies are broad and free?
+    O who would bide in the stony street
+        When the sun is on the sea?
+      Come! leave the dust and hasten
+      To the breath of winds that chasten:
+    The surging waves, the starry span,
+    Are better both for child and man.
+
+                            _Fairseat._
+
+
+
+
+Summer Ending
+
+
+                        Over the world a breath
+    Has fallen as of Spring; the tender sky
+    Hangs tremulous, a shield through which the sun
+    Shines as the heart smiles in a mist of tears.
+    The trees are green still, but their branches bear
+    The blossoms of the fall; each quivering birch
+    Shakes golden coins upon her silver stem;
+    The little rowan rears his corals gay,
+    The purple sloes are thick upon the thorn,
+    And every breeze new-scatters to the ground
+    Spoils red and yellow. Here upon the hill
+    Where at our feet bee-haunted heather glows
+    Among the rocks, sweet peace enfolds us; see,
+    On velvet slopes afar the patient kine
+    In silence browse; the plough in furrows wide
+    Has turned the weary earth to rest; the sun
+    Sinks and, across the valley, mountains fade
+    From blue to grey and pearl-like touch the sky.
+    The hour of silver comes now, for the moon
+    Awakes and softly films the dusk with light;
+    The narrow river in her ample bed
+    Answers the stars, and soft serenity
+    Has spread her wings upon the earth....
+                                          O Heart
+    Of man!--why must you throb apart and know
+    A tempered Peace where Nature's Peace is pure?
+    Already winter's snows upon the hills
+    Like phantoms to our vision rise; the trees
+    Groan leafless in the wind, and ghosts of pain
+    Flit dark between the present and our eyes.
+    'Tis thus we murder Joy, and let To-morrow,
+    A still-born Terror, anguish dear To-day:
+    'Tis thus, possessing Wealth, we shiver poor
+    Ere we are stricken: thus our clasped hands
+    Grow cold and ache with Solitude to be....
+
+                            _Kasna, September 1901._
+
+
+
+
+Near Autumn
+
+
+    Red apple in the leaves,
+    Red robin on the bough,
+    The oats are all in sheaves--
+        Where's summer now?
+
+    White foam along the sea,
+    White mist upon the dawn,
+    No flower for the bee--
+        'Tis summer gone.
+
+    Black bird is silent, lone,
+    Black berry decks the spray;
+    And Autumn's breath has blown
+        Upon the day.
+
+                            _Longueil._
+
+
+
+
+November
+
+
+    The grey clouds hide the sun now
+    And the leaves flow down with the rain:
+    The golden days are done now
+    And Winter looms again.
+
+    'Tis bed-time for the seeds now
+    For the earth is weary of green:
+    She'll hide the very weeds now
+    Till nothing gay be seen.
+
+    Yet wait! it is not death now
+    That strips the meadow and grove:
+    The rose but holds her breath now
+    In the garden that we love:
+
+    'Tis sleep--the earth must rest now.
+    O Winter's a wondrous thing!
+    For she hides within her breast now
+    The jocund heart of Spring.
+
+                            _Fairseat._
+
+
+
+
+The Common Wealth
+
+
+        O voices of the sea and land,
+    How sweet upon my ear you fall!
+    The curlew's cry, the heron's call,
+    The grey gull's chatter on the strand,
+    The robin on the mossy wall,
+    The coal-tit almost at my hand--
+    How I thank Heaven for you all!
+
+        O wonder of the hills and sky,
+    How dear your beauty to my sight!
+    The wintry noon, the sea's delight,
+    The ruddy moorland far and high,
+    The pendant larch's silver white,
+    The golden wind-blown leaves that lie--
+    How I thank God for all this light!
+
+                            _Rosneath._
+
+
+
+
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