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From his first appearance in +literature in 1858 he held his nation at attention and enjoyed its +admiration and love for twenty years. During that time he produced a +line of works touching upon nearly all classes of writing; however, the +lyric string of his lyre proved to be the most charming one, and this +little volume of Evening Songs proved to be his culminating point. As +an expression of fragrant effusions of feeling it always appealed to +the tenderness of youthful hearts and was eagerly sought and read, so +that the book in the original appeared in many editions. + +Should the little volume bring real pleasure to the reader and +induce others to open wider the doors to the rich and charming Czech +literature for the readers in English, the effort of the translator +would be well rewarded. + + THE TRANSLATOR. + + + + +CONTENTS + + + PAGE + + AS IN THE SKY RISES THE MOON 53 + + AT PROPHETS CAST YE NEVER STONES 71 + + BLEST IS THE MAN WHOM THE LORD’S HAND 67 + + DAY AND NIGHT WENT EACH THEIR WAY, THE 55 + + DEEP SILENCE REIGNS--IT SEEMS TO ME 48 + + DON’T WONDER, SHOULDST THOU CHANCE TO HEAR 58 + + FROM HEAVEN ANGELS COME TO EARTH 72 + + GOD SUMMONED ME TO PARADISE 17 + + GOD’S WORLD IS SO FAR AND WIDE, THE 59 + + GREATEST HERO IS NOT HE, THE 32 + + HEAVENS ARE REPLETE WITH STARS, THE 33 + + HE’S GOING FAR FROM HOME 75 + + HE WHO CAN STRIKE THE GOLDEN STRINGS 70 + + HEY, IN THE ROUNDS WHAT PLEASURE 60 + + HUMMING OF THE TREES HAS CEASED, THE 13 + + I AM A LINDEN WITH LARGE CROWN 21 + + I AM THE KNIGHT FROM THE OLD TALE 12 + + I BADE THE TRUMPETS TO BE BLOWN 69 + + I DO NOT KNOW, WAS IT A DREAM? 45 + + I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, WITH NO LOVE 50 + + IF ALL THE WORLD LOST ITS DELIGHT 37 + + IF THAT POOR NIGHTINGALE 18 + + IN THE SKY THE MOON WAS STANDING 74 + + IT HAPPENED. MY SOUL MINUS THEE 26 + + IT SEEMED TO ME--GRIEF HAD GROWN OLD 49 + + MOON SAILS SLOWLY IN THE SKY, THE 76 + + MUCH HAS BEEN TRUSTED TO THY HANDS 68 + + MY GOD, OF ALL THINGS I ASPIRE 66 + + MY LIPS WERE LOCKT A LONG, LONG TIME 64 + + MY PILLOW WAS OF SORROW MADE 62 + + MY SWEETHEART, COME, KNEEL DOWN WITH ME 20 + + MY SWEETHEART, COME, SIT CLOSE TO ME 29 + + MY SWEETHEART, I DREAMT THOU HADST DIED 39 + + MY SWEETHEART, LOOK AT THOSE TWO CLOUDS 77 + + NIGHT IS FAIR AND TRANSPARENT, THE 43 + + NOW GO, MY DARLING CHILDREN, GO 73 + + OF MY SONGS I SHALL BUILD THY THRONE 57 + + ONCE AS I THROUGH THE GOLDEN STARS 30 + + SCORCHING HEAT OF NOONDAY SUN, THE 35 + + SHOULD I TELL THEE THE SECRET TALE 19 + + SO MANY, MANY THINGS THERE ARE 41 + + SO OFTEN IT APPEARS TO ME 22 + + SPRING CAME FLYING FROM AFAR, THE 11 + + STARS UPON THE HEAVENS THERE, THE 31 + + STARS BY THE HUNDREDS DOT THE SKY 15 + + TELL WHEREIN THOU HAST SINNED, MY HEART 36 + + THAT DEEP AND DARK BLUE HEAVEN’S BOWL 46 + + THAT LITTLE BIRD SINGS ALL THE TIME 47 + + THAT NIGHTINGALE HAS NOT RETIRED 24 + + THAT YOUNG LITTLE SINGER THERE 52 + + THERE WERE TWO THOUGHTS, TWO THOUGHTS OF GOD 51 + + THOSE STARS, THOSE FAIR WEE LITTLE STARS 44 + + THOU ART STILL BUT A YOUTHFUL BUD 23 + + THOU HAST LAID THY HAND ON MY HEAD 56 + + THOU MAIDEN, CHARMING MOST OF ALL 25 + + THOUGH ALL THE WORLD HAS GONE TO SLEEP 14 + + THY BEAUTIFUL EYE IS A LAKE 28 + + ’TIS WRONG FOR MEN TO LACK IN SONG 63 + + UP IN THE OAK TREE A DOVE WAILED 42 + + UPON THE SKY THE MOON AND STARS 34 + + WHAT CHARM IS THERE IN LOVE FOR US 16 + + WHAT MATTERS IT WHAT IN SWEET SONGS 38 + + WHEN GOD FELT HIS SUPREME DELIGHT 40 + + WHEN I GAZE AT THEE, DARLING MINE 27 + + WHEN I SHALL TRUST MY CORPSE TO EARTH 65 + + YE ALL WHO DEEM YOURSELVES OPPRESSED 54 + + YE LITTLE, YE WEE LITTLE STARS 61 + + + + +EVENING SONGS + + + + +EVENING SONGS + + + + +I + + + The spring came flying from afar; + With fresh desires all’s teeming; + All things pressed forward to the sun-- + So long all had been dreaming! + + The finches flew out of their nest + And children from their bowers, + And on the meadows sweetest scents + Breathe countless little flowers. + + Young leaves press their way from the twigs + And from birds’ throats their voices, + And in the heart with budding love + The youthful breast rejoices. + + + + +II + + + I am the knight from the old tale + Who proudly to the far world rode + To see the lass who’s like a rose + And to discover her abode. + + Who would behold her--said her fame-- + Would by a ban at once be struck; + His heart would be rent from his breast, + Or he would change to be a rock. + + Thought I to myself, possibly + For clemency there might be room. + I ventured out and for my sin-- + Became a bard by rigid doom. + + + + +III + + + The humming of the trees has ceased, + Their leaves breathe calmly, neatly; + The bird is dreaming its fair dream + So quietly, so sweetly. + + The heavens’ stars have all come out, + All things rest in calm gladness, + But in the breast the sorrow wakes + And in the heart the sadness. + + The fragrant blossom’s pretty cup + Receives dew in its centre-- + My God, and I, too, feel that dew + In mine eyes gently enter. + + + + +IV + + + Though all the world has gone to sleep, + The heart wakes in the body, + And God himself knows that the heart + Ne’er sleeps for anybody. + + The whole God’s world is silence-bound, + The heart still goes, well rated, + And God himself knows that the heart + Gets never fatigated. + + Sleep is the conqueror of thought, + Night is day’s alternation-- + But in the breast the heart e’er wakes + And guards its love’s sweet passion. + + + + +V + + + Stars by the hundreds dot the sky + With sister Moon at leisure, + And God and angels view the world + From heaven’s height with pleasure. + + A smiling angel’s coming down + To earth as heaven’s vision-- + Fair as the fragrant breath of spring, + And love is his sweet mission. + + Wherever he just passes by + All’s stricken with sweet passion, + And nightingales and fair white doves + All sing with animation. + + And he whom his white wing does touch + Is transformed all over, + And something sweet enters his breast + That human words can’t cover. + + + + +VI + + + What charm is there in love for us, + My God, and why we love it? + The world would all dissolve in it + And lives all in love of it. + + The little cloud sails through the sky + As though love’s message drove it; + The little bird that sleeps in twigs + Is dreaming only of it. + + And here, too, on the earth the man, + While death his head does covet, + He weeps, rejoices, longs and lives + And dies for the sake of it. + + Indeed, the heaven’s angel choir + With their harps’ music prove it-- + What would they sing, if not allowed + To play and to sing of it! + + + + +VII + + + God summoned me to Paradise + To get me educated. + “’Tis hard for me to be alone!” + The Lord then Eve created. + + He took not one rib from my breast, + My heart in half he parted. + That is why my heart still tends back + From where Thine once had started. + + And that is why such strange desires + So oft in my heart gather, + And I feel as though both our hearts + Should grow again together. + + And that is why when I’m away + Pain to my heart is creeping, + My foot does of itself turn back, + And I am sad--to weeping. + + + + +VIII + + + If that poor nightingale + Lived always with her mate, + Her love songs would not sound + So sad and desolate. + + If that poor heart but would + With Thee wake through the night, + Instead of pain it would + Resound with sweet delight. + + + + +IX + + + Should I tell Thee the secret tale + As nightingale in the oak forest-- + Or should I weep in bitter tears + What sways my heart and gives it no rest? + + Or, kneeling down, with ardent words + Should I in prayer spell my passion-- + Or in a fair and tranquil night + Out of my dream breathe my confession? + + Or should the hidden paradise + Sleep in my heart’s depth, never uttered, + Like in a grave, and far from Thee + My love in secret be but muttered? + + O angel mine, I do confess + My love for mankind, never dying; + But toward Thee--O, don’t chide me, + That my mind’s weak and undefying! + + + + +X + + + My sweetheart, come, kneel down with me, + Now is the time for us to pray-- + The moon has risen o’er the woods, + And my time has just passed away. + + But, darling, do not clasp Thy hands; + Embrace me as I Thee with mine-- + And thus, instead of clasping hands, + Two hearts will in one prayer join. + + Thy lips then press Thou close to mine; + From one mouth let the prayer rise-- + Let me the words press on Thy lips, + And Thou send them to Paradise. + + Our prayer shall be strong, indeed, + Our offer purest in that case-- + For angels, too, when they do pray, + Are praying just in such embrace. + + + + +XI + + + I am a linden with large crown, + In style dressed in the meadow: + Thou beautiful, sweet rose of May, + Come to my cooling shadow. + + Here each green leaf does odor breathe + And swarms of bees are humming, + And, nightly, little birds arrive-- + Those are my thoughts, home coming. + + They fly far-off as children do + From home until they hunger, + But, with Thee seated close to me, + They will depart no longer. + + + + +XII + + + So often it appears to me, + As I embrace and love Thee, + That Thou art for me in the world + And I for the sake of Thee. + + ’Tis difficult through life to pass + Avoiding all deflection; + But to give others happiness + Is greatest satisfaction. + + And if the king enjoys his crown + And God has heaven’s Eden + And birds have forest in the spring, + I do have Thee, my maiden. + + + + +XIII + + + Thou art still but a youthful bud + Just into the world looming, + And yet upon Thy cheek appears + A beautiful rose blooming. + + And it is such a dainty rose + And such a fragrant blossom + That soon a fire burns in the soul + And yearning in the bosom. + + + + +XIV + + + That nightingale has not retired + And she’s with song all ringing; + That song of love, so long, my God, + When will she be done singing? + + From one twig to another twig, + From upper to the nether-- + And I believe that the same plight + In hearts we bear together. + + And turning up her serene eye + She looks in each direction-- + And I believe that I could guess + What is her eyes’ attraction. + + + + +XV + + + Thou maiden, charming most of all, + O Thou, world’s greatest treasure, + In Thee I found my sweet delight, + Thou art my cherished pleasure. + + Thou art as pure as morning drops + That come from heaven’s dewing + And graceful as the turtle dove + When she her song is cooing. + + Thou art fair as the lily white + That in sweet odor guises + And noble as the morning star-- + The day dawns as she rises. + + + + +XVI + + + It happened. My soul minus Thee + No longer feels itself as whole; + To think myself without Thee once + Would be as to have lost my soul. + + Yes, Thou art woven in my soul + Thou art her pride and her delight-- + Thou art my solace, my desire, + My happiness--my pain and plight. + + From joyless days Thou heaven weav’st + As does the bride her wedding dress; + In me Thou wak’st, in me Thou dream’st; + What I’m, what Thou, is hard to guess. + + It matters not what my fate be-- + For I know well its weaving hand. + And should Thy hand destruction bring, + On that, too, heaven might depend. + + + + +XVII + + + When I gaze at Thee, darling mine-- + Thou art a dove--though sweeter-- + Delightful, playful, gentle, tame, + When her mate comes to meet her. + + And I can scarcely gaze enough + At Thine eyes and cheeks’ blossom-- + Thine eyes are but two dark blue gates + To Thy deep charming bosom. + + And I can scarcely gaze enough + At Thy sweet face reflection-- + Through it Thy whole heart speaks to me + And soul without deception. + + When I gaze at Thee, darling mine-- + O manna’s sweet dispenser!-- + Are not those the same lips, indeed, + That gave me “yes” for answer? + + + + +XVIII + + + Thy beautiful eye is a lake + In darkness gently waving; + In it the bright lights of the night + And heavens’ blue are laving. + + And as pure crystal it is clear, + One sees the bottom in it-- + But who attempts to look in deep + Will shortly be drowned in it. + + + + +XIX + + + My sweetheart, come, sit close to me, + Allow me to embrace Thee; + The Lord gave Thee an angel’s soul + From heaven, just to grace Thee. + + I feel that I should speak to Thee + And make confessions often, + But my words stay locked in my mouth + And dead as in a coffin. + + And often what I’d like to say + Appears unutterable, + For, though the soul is filled with it, + The tongue to speak’s unable. + + But as I wind my arm ’round Thee + And my soul in Thine enters, + I feel as though Thou knowest all + What on my tongue then centres. + + + + +XX + + + Once as I through the golden stars + Up heavenward was gazing, + It seemed to me Thou wert a saint + And I an angel blazing. + + Then I a harp took to my hand + And songs to Thee I chanted + Until the saints’ songs died away + And all eyes to us slanted. + + And God the Father for a while + Himself ceased in creation. + And down His cheek there seemed to roll + A diamond of compassion. + + + + +XXI + + + The stars upon the heavens there + Are worlds of greatest features, + And I would only like to know + What kind they have of creatures. + + If some one from that height up there + At us ’way down here gazes, + And if he up there like I here + His voice in love songs raises. + + + + +XXII + + + The greatest hero is not he + For blows with blows who’s paying, + But he who, hundred times betrayed, + Himself knows no betraying. + + Who after love can send a curse + He never felt love’s passion, + For love is able to forgive + And knows no condemnation. + + Who will not bring a sacrifice + To him no love be proffered; + Bad is the priest who thinks he’s more + Than that what he has offered. + + And should e’er love demand of me + My life and share in heaven-- + I would go as the lamb for Thee + To whom my love I’ve given. + + + + +XXIII + + + The heavens are replete with stars + As spring time is with daisies; + Thus everything in God’s great world + For love has its own praises. + + The violet’s replete with scent + And dew in little blossom, + And that dear nightingale sings love + From overflowing bosom. + + The heavens are replete with stars, + With blazing lights all sweeping, + And here on earth the living men + Are singing and are weeping. + + + + +XXIV + + + Upon the sky the moon and stars, + The forest full of voices, + And God spreads only love around + In which the world rejoices. + + The murmurs in young foliage + Change to low sweet narration; + The world is gay and jubilant + And melts in osculation. + + And yet I know that somewhere grief + Some youthful heart oppresses, + And that a secret bitter tear + Some young pale cheek caresses. + + + + +XXV + + + The scorching heat of noonday sun + Is my love’s blazing passion; + The night--fair shadow of the day-- + Thy love’s sweet moderation. + + Thou hast set fire within my breast, + Earth’s centre’s heat assuming, + But that fire, unnursed by Thy love, + Will die, itself consuming. + + I dreamt of banquets with Thy love + And have but crumbs collected; + What wonder, then, if only grief + Is in my face reflected. + + The heart, indeed, can suffer much, + Oppressed by love’s great hunger, + And whether I am day or night + I now can guess no longer. + + ’Tis written thus. The day and night + Proceed, each other missing-- + But as the evening’s dusk arrives, + They meet, each other kissing. + + + + +XXVI + + + Tell wherein thou hast sinned, my heart; + My God, such tribulation! + That what forever should be joined + Must live in separation. + + How beautiful the life would be + In love without distressing! + But to forever yearn and live-- + Where is therein a blessing? + + + + +XXVII + + + If all the world lost its delight + And had no other pleasure + And love alone was left behind-- + The life would have its treasure. + + And if all other things were truth + And love but dreams’ delusion-- + I would be ready to lie down + And sleep to life’s conclusion. + + And if till now I’ve only dreamt-- + My dreams had their sweet flavor, + And who sang me my lullabies + I shan’t forget forever. + + + + +XXVIII + + + What matters it what in sweet songs + The nightingale is telling, + Since my own heart has left its place + And now with Thee ’tis dwelling. + + And if her call rang e’er so sweet + And into mine ears chanted: + What matters it, since in my heart + And soul now Thou art planted! + + And there Thou art, so charmful, + Beyond imagination, + That I’d give the sky’s stars, my soul, + To Thee in admiration. + + + + +XXIX + + + My sweetheart, I dreamt Thou hadst died; + I heard the death-knells pealing, + And there were tears and wails and cries + And signs of saddest feeling. + + For the low mound o’er Thy strange bed + They picked a tombstone blindly, + And a verse for Thine epitaph + To write they asked me kindly. + + Oh, folks! Oh, folks! yourselves of stones, + My heart take, with grief raving, + And what I have not sung before + Use for the stone’s engraving! + + You trusted not in my pure love + And scorned my word and letter-- + Now if the stone will speak to you, + You’ll understand it better. + + + + +XXX + + + When God felt His supreme delight, + The human heart He molded + And for eternal memory + His love in it He folded. + + And as He gazed upon the heart + With eyes divine, forseeing, + He wept, for He was overjoyed + To see the blissful being. + + But as He wept, one of His tears, + Unnoticed, the heart entered, + As dew falls in a flower cup, + And near the bottom centered. + + That is why love is a great grief, + But grief so sweet and charming + That pitied must be all the hearts + That have escaped its harming. + + That is why love is half of bliss + And half of grief a token, + But if the tear swells to a wave, + Then some heart may be broken. + + + + +XXXI + + + So many, many things there are + To which the keys are lacking; + Deep silence answers all man’s knocks + And foils his undertaking. + + Thou human heart! There sorrows howl + As wolves, by hunger driven, + And yet that same heart, oh, my God! + To love alone is given. + + ’Tis capable of so much love + That man’s wit may be failing, + And he may as the lonely dove + In vain roam, ever wailing. + + + + +XXXII + + + Up in the oak tree a dove wailed-- + Below, a brooklet muttered-- + Don’t wonder, when I was to speak, + That not a word I uttered. + + Can he speak from all his soul’s depth + Who does in strange lands wander? + And man’s too human that he should + At paradise not wonder. + + + + +XXXIII + + + The night is fair and transparent-- + One sees the heaven’s sainted; + The song, the odor, and the buzz + Hold the whole heart enchanted. + + O pity, Thou art not with me, + To hear with me and wonder + How everything here tells its tale + To the clear heavens yonder. + + How the whole world is but one song + The universe pervading, + And that from human hearts but comes + An echo, faint and fading. + + + + +XXXIV + + + Those stars, those fair wee little stars, + The heavens’ blue dome lighting, + They look to me down with sweet eyes, + Me up to them inviting. + + Oh no! ye fair wee little stars; + You love that wheel of heaven, + While I prefer to stay down here + Where I find all I’ve craven. + + You don’t know, fair wee little stars, + And think not what you’re missing; + We have here heaven on the earth + In sweet, delightful kissing. + + + + +XXXV + + + I do not know, was it a dream? + But in my mind it lingers-- + I saw and read the nations’ fates, + Decreed by God’s own fingers. + + Thoughts, earnest as was God himself, + Passed through His great head, thronging + And beautiful as nights of spring + For a sweet body longing. + + Some thought--great as the universe, + Some--music sounding gently, + Some--future human history, + By human eyes seen faintly. + + There, too, I met with my own love + And with Thy heart, ne’er failing, + That love of ours appeared there + As two small bright clouds sailing. + + And God, observing our sweet love, + Himself with grace relented, + And throngs of young angels their hymns + Before Him on it chanted. + + + + +XXXVI + + + That deep and dark blue heavens’ bowl-- + And stars as golden blossoms; + As man looks at them from the earth, + His heart strange feelings bosoms. + + And all the time more and more stars + Appear without a bound there-- + And yet not ev’ry little star + Can easily be found there. + + But whene’er in two youthful hearts + First breath of love does enter, + A new star is said to appear + In heavens’ dark blue center. + + And if in one of the two hearts + Love’s blossoms starts to wither, + Then from the dark blue heavens’ bowl + One golden star drops hither. + + + + +XXXVII + + + That little bird sings all the time + As one song with life ringing; + So wonder not, if one does love, + That he’ll pass life in singing. + + And that bird speaks from heart to heart, + And it knows how, directly, + So that man hardly keeps back tears, + If he knows hearts perfectly. + + Yes, often it appears to me + That I am as its fellow, + For my songs, too, can move to tears, + So soft they are, and mellow. + + + + +XXXVIII + + + Deep silence reigns--it seems to me + Sleep comes to mine eyes, resting, + As does a bird come to its mate + In their home softly nesting. + + The night’s soft bed is ready made-- + The heavens, with stars covered. + Maybe that some heart will forget + For what this day it suffered. + + Maybe that some heart will forget, + And if it found no treasure, + Maybe it finds it in its dream + And with it finds its pleasure. + + + + +XXXIX + + + It seemed to me--Grief had grown old, + Soon would come its last countin’, + And tears--so many had been shed + That dry must be their fountain. + + Then suddenly I thought of Thee, + And soon my whole soul shivered, + And as though I should lose Thee soon + An echo in it quivered. + + And mine eyes promptly filled with tears, + My joy to grief is bending, + And I am finding out with pain + That tears shall have no ending. + + + + +XL + + + I thought to myself, with no love + How’d look that world of ours: + It would be as a dreary waste + Without a trace of flowers. + + The heart would wander through that waste + And always on grief border, + It would be sad as the world was + Ere God to light gave order. + + It would be so sad that on earth + Man would not like the livin’, + And God the Father would not like + To stay as God in heaven. + + + + +XLI + + + There were two thoughts, two thoughts of God, + Two stars beside each other, + And from all of the heavens’ stars + They most loved one another. + + Once one of them fell to the earth-- + The other pined in sorrow, + And God, touched by her grief and love, + Sent her down on the morrow. + + They sought each other many nights + As lonely souls their Eden, + Until one day they chanced to meet + As a young man and maiden. + + Their eyes met, and they recognized + Each other, tender-hearted, + And lived together in great bliss + Till one of them departed. + + And when she died, she always called + And languished for the other, + Till God summoned the other one, + And they’re again together. + + + + +XLII + + + That young little singer there-- + Why did she cease her narration? + Her eyes quickly filled with tears + As though grieved in separation. + + Some one may think to himself, + God, how can her young soul darken? + Her face young and beautiful, + And her song so sweet to hearken. + + Ah, a beautiful young face + May not do in solace bringing; + And though sweet the song may be-- + You don’t always feel like singing. + + + + +XLIII + + + As in the sky rises the moon-- + So into hearts love enters; + And secret pain and silent grief + Around it often centers. + + And visions man had not thought of + He may see, dimly lighted, + And secret pain and silent grief + May be in song united. + + But gales and tempests violent + In many hearts are waking, + And ere in song they utter them-- + How many hearts are breaking! + + + + +XLIV + + + Ye all who deem yourselves oppressed, + Come near, come nearer to me: + Lay off your sorrows’ burdens here + And light up your minds gloomy. + + I’ve reared here a vast realm of love + Where mate seeks his mate pretty, + And what one harbors in his heart + Resounds in love’s sweet ditty. + + No rival here, no hater’s known, + Here speech is love song, wooing; + Here lions turn to calm, meek lambs + And hawks to doves, sweet, cooing. + + Here are all ailments’ remedies; + Here hearts are ever youthful; + Here never fades the blooming rose, + And friendship’s ever truthful. + + + + +XLV + + + The day and night went each their way-- + The day, as Judas, traitor, + The night, so fair, so beautiful, + That none can ever hate her. + + The little stars shine in the sky, + The moon comes with her pallor, + And in the forest chats the dove, + The fair and tender caller. + + The heart confesses to the heart + With thoughts in distance sailing, + And longing lips thirst for a kiss, + From burning passion thrilling. + + + + +XLVI + + + Thou hast laid Thy hand on my head, + My temples proud caressing; + Thy lips have whispered their sweet words + In prayer and in blessing. + + Thou hast revealed Thy soul to me + In Thy love’s fragrant blossom, + And what I had not dared to dream-- + Thou took’st me to Thy bosom. + + With blessing Thou hast graced my harp, + My heart and my lips’ diction; + To pious battles Thou hast sent + My songs with benediction. + + My forehead is from sadness freed, + Fears are a thing I scoff at, + My soul is filled with dawning light-- + And I am love’s great prophet. + + + + +XLVII + + + Of my songs I shall build Thy throne + In style of bards of greatest fame. + Thy sceptre shall be my own heart, + My fame shall be Thy diadem. + + Love I shall declare to be law, + I shall sing daily Thine esteem; + In Thy soul I’ll pour love’s delight + And sweetest longing in Thy dream. + + I shall bid birds to sing to Thee, + May’s flowers shall fall to Thy feet; + I’ll change to heaven the world and all + And there command the stars to meet. + + I’ll make your subjects all men’s hearts, + Revive the Eden with my verse, + Proclaim Thee high queen of it all + Throughout the whole of universe. + + + + +XLVIII + + + Don’t wonder, shouldst Thou chance to hear + Birds sing of Thy love’s wooing; + They called once at my window sill + To see what I was doing. + + And they again came and again + And soon taught me to love them, + For I am free just as they are + And am just like one of them. + + I sang them many songs of Thee + That in sweet love abounded, + And they soon tuned their throats to them + Till in their songs love sounded. + + The other day I called on them + In their woods and nooks shady + And was surprised to find the birds + To sing my songs already. + + + + +XLIX + + + The God’s world is so far and wide + And goodness in small measure; + By thousands one can count the pains + And very little pleasure. + + The heart is ready to redeem + With hundred pains one pleasure-- + And the same heart, O God, for love + Will suffer past all measure. + + + + +L + + + Hey, in the rounds what pleasure + While one his lass embraces! + Let’s have the charming music-- + Come, pale lad, join our races! + + Ah, the pale lad’s whole body + As though with cold frost shivered, + And down his pale cheeks quickly + A stream of hot tears quivered. + + + + +LI + + + Ye little, ye wee little birds, + Ye song-dreamers in sleeping; + Does anyone of you there know + That I die here from weeping? + + Dear moon, stop moving in the sky + Till I some solace gather; + My love’s fire’s extinct as art thou-- + We both fit well together. + + The last flame flickers to die out, + All that’s left are words hollow; + Yet I would blow all to new life, + Though nought but grief should follow. + + + + +LII + + + My pillow was of sorrow made + My sleep were tears, free flowing; + Go easy, my heart--not so loud: + Deep penitence I’m showing. + + The moon comes by the window in, + Gown’d in her deathly pallor, + And in the heart a song died down + As of a bird, sad caller. + + Dear moon, light up the stars on high; + Let dew descend on flowers; + Awake from sleep the nightingale, + But men--let sleep their hours! + + You carry off the gorgeous love-- + You know the calamity; + I am now but a wretched man-- + Ah, pity, pity, pity! + + + + +LIII + + + “’Tis wrong for men to lack in song--” + In judgment God has spoken-- + And then He sent a bard to men + And gave him this as token: + + “Throughout thy life have thou no rest, + Thy bread with tears be eaten; + Know thou nought but hard suffering, + In all hopes be thou beaten! + + “Though thy heart be rent to its blood-- + View that blood to them clinging; + Though driven by them through all lands-- + Love them--and keep on singing!” + + That lot is common to us bards. + Men may have our songs chanted, + But with what had brought on our song-- + None cares to get acquainted. + + + + +LIV + + + My lips were lockt a long, long time, + And mute as rocks are lonely, + But suddenly they were unlockt + By Thee with one kiss only. + + That kiss fell as in month of May + On parched earth falls a shower; + Now songs began to sprout again + In my soul with fresh power. + + + + +LV + + + When I shall trust my corpse to earth + And my soul to God’s keeping, + I ask to be laid as a bard + Away to my last sleeping. + + Into my hand I want the lyre, + On head, leaves from laure’s arbor; + Let my new neighbors know at once + Who comes to their calm harbor. + + I always holy held the lyre + And not a mere toy only: + So let it be mine ornament + In night long and place lonely. + + Should we feel lonesome in the graves + And, maybe, for home too sick, + Then I shall sing a song for them + And cheer them up with music. + + And should in your lives sluggishness + And sleep here overtake you: + I’ll rouse the dead and send them back, + And they shall come and wake you. + + + + +LVI + + + My God, of all things I aspire + I here confess, whole-hearted; + All I pray for is that from song + I never shall be parted. + + Shouldst Thou withdraw my gift of song-- + I ask to live no longer; + Shouldst Thou for song bid me take bliss-- + I still to song cling stronger. + + + + +LVII + + + Blest is the man whom the Lord’s hand + As bard had consecrated; + He has looked into God’s decrees + And has men’s breasts well rated. + + He knows what says the world’s great psalm + And what the birds are singing; + He understands the throbbing heart, + In tears, and with joy ringing. + + What secret is to other men + Is open to his vision; + He is the leader of God’s race + To its long promised region. + + He is the king of kingdoms vast, + The priest of men’s salvation, + And beauties’ treasures lie in him + Beyond all estimation. + + + + +LVIII + + + Much has been trusted to Thy hands; + My heart in them I planted, + And God placed sweet songs in that heart + To have men’s bliss augmented. + + A strange plant is the human heart-- + Not easily to nourish; + For, it is up to love alone, + If it shall die or flourish. + + A strange plant is the human heart-- + It needs the climate’s favor + And dew and rain and best of care + To yield fruit of good flavor. + + So should my heart from Thy hands sprout + In honor of the nation, + Long ages that are yet to come + Shall sing Thine adoration. + + + + +LIX + + + I bade the trumpets to be blown + For glorious resurrection; + I shall in final judgment sit-- + Ye shall hear your fates’ lection. + + Ye who have been opposed to love + And have against it spoken: + Ye shall despair for all the time, + And your hearts shall be broken. + + But ye who always have kept faith + And treated love with favor: + Ye come and gather on my right + And live in love forever. + + To you in heaven special place + And special bliss be given, + For, having loved upon the earth, + You had the taste of heaven. + + + + +LX + + + He who can strike the golden strings + Be highest honors given, + For God has shewn you such great love + That He sent him from heaven. + + It’s dreadful when with barren fields + And plague God means to punish, + But greatest scorge visits the race + From whom its songs do vanish. + + That nation has not perished yet + To whom its bards are singing: + For all song is of heaven’s birth + And life in death ’tis bringing. + + + + +LXI + + + At prophets cast ye never stones; + They are as birds, shy, clever: + Cast thou a stone at him but once, + And he is gone forever. + + God’s fearful wrath the nation seeks + Whose love of bards is shaken, + And greatest wrath befell the race + From whom God songs has taken. + + The poet’s heart is pure and chaste, + His faith does never vary; + Therefore, what he sings from his heart + That ye in your hearts carry! + + + + +LXII + + + From heaven angels come to earth-- + Dreams with their golden visions, + And each of them brings men in sleep + Delight from happy regions. + + Wherever these fair angels stop, + Men learn all they had craven; + For they know and tell them in dreams + Fair tales direct from heaven. + + The eyelids suddenly get sealed-- + With sweetness of sleep laden: + Thine image stands in front of me-- + Good night, good night--my maiden! + + + + +LXIII + + + Now go, my darling children, go-- + This is no more your station; + Accept for your quaint journey yet + Your father’s osculation! + + May be, somewhere they’ll honor you + And offer you receptions; + But somewhere they may criticise-- + Be ready for exceptions! + + But let your mind not be disturbed + Nor wrinkles in face driven: + All kinds of men live in the world, + But few to love are given. + + + + +LXIV + + + In the sky the moon was standing; + Dreams to me new songs were lending. + + Birds came and told one another + How much we did love each other. + + That the fair fresh meadow flowers + Would be wedding gowns of ours. + + That green ivy with her story + Would wreathe Thy head with its glory. + + Adorned with thousand charms, + That Thou wouldst rest in my arms. + + + + +LXV + + + He’s going far from home, + With sorrow laden; + He turns yet and looks back-- + Good-bye, dear maiden! + + He turns yet and looks back, + His kerchief waving; + With kerchief he dries yet + Eyes in tears laving. + + And now behind him closed + A foreign region + As in the sky the lark + Gets lost to vision. + + He’s gone, but he’ll come back + Again, joy-laden-- + But ere he will return-- + Good-bye, dear maiden! + + + + +LXVI + +(Posthumous) + + + The moon sails slowly in the sky + So calmly and so freely; + The nightingale wails in the twigs + So sweetly and so really. + + Thy image stands in front of me + So calmly and so freely; + The heart in longing wakes and calls + So sweetly and so really. + + A swarm of songs is circling ’round + So calmly and so freely; + And into mine eye steals a tear + So sweetly and so really. + + Now gentle sleep knocks at my door + So calmly and so freely-- + And I recall Thee to my mind + So sweetly and so really. + + + + +LXVII + +(Posthumous) + + + My sweetheart, look at those two clouds + Above that mountain yonder-- + The moon sheds her light on their way, + And in close touch they wander. + + The maiden choir of quiet stars + Is twinkling to them greeting, + And gentle zephyrs in their breath + Bring odors to them, fleeting. + + Lo! from the shrubs the nightingale + Flew up with her narration-- + Hark how she sends her song to them + As song’s true incarnation! + + My love, look from Thy window there + How those clouds float together-- + I asked them to bid Thee “good night,” + Sweet dreams ’round Thee to gather. + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77623 *** diff --git a/77623-h/77623-h.htm b/77623-h/77623-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9da2e24 --- /dev/null +++ b/77623-h/77623-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,3103 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1"> + <title> + Evening songs | Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + +h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; +} + +p { + margin-top: .51em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .49em; +} + +.p2 {margin-top: 2em;} +.p4 {margin-top: 4em;} +.p6 {margin-top: 6em;} + +hr { + width: 33%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: 33.5%; + margin-right: 33.5%; + clear: both; +} + +hr.chap {width: 65%; margin-left: 17.5%; margin-right: 17.5%;} +@media print { hr.chap {display: none; visibility: hidden;} } + +hr.r5 {width: 5%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 47.5%; margin-right: 47.5%;} + +div.chapter {page-break-before: always;} +h2.nobreak {page-break-before: avoid;} + +table { + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; +} +table.autotable { border-collapse: collapse; } +table.autotable td, +table.autotable th { padding: 0.25em; font-weight: normal; } + +.tdl {text-align: left;} +.tdr {text-align: right;} + +.pagenum { + position: absolute; + left: 92%; + font-size: small; + text-align: right; + font-style: normal; + font-weight: normal; + font-variant: normal; + text-indent: 0; +} /* page numbers */ + +.center {text-align: center;} + +.right {text-align: right;} + +.smcap {font-variant: small-caps;} + + +figcaption {font-weight: bold;} +figcaption p {margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: .2em; text-align: inherit;} + +/* Images */ + +img { + max-width: 100%; + height: auto; +} +img.w100 {width: 100%;} + + +.figcenter { + margin: auto; + text-align: center; + page-break-inside: avoid; + max-width: 100%; +} + + + +/* Poetry */ +.poetry-container {display: flex; justify-content: center;} +.poetry-container {text-align: center;} +.poetry {text-align: left; margin-left: 5%; margin-right: 5%;} +.poetry .stanza {margin: 1em auto;} +.poetry .verse {text-indent: -3em; padding-left: 3em;} + +/* Transcriber's notes */ +.transnote { + background-color: #E6E6FA; + color: black; + font-size:small; + padding:0.5em; + margin-bottom:5em; + font-family:sans-serif, serif; +} + +.ph1 { + text-align: center; + font-size: xx-large; + font-weight: bold; +} +.ph2 { + text-align: center; + font-size: x-large; + font-weight: bold; +} +.transnote { + margin-left:17.5%; + margin-right:17.5%; +} + +div.box { + border-width: medium; + border-style: double; + padding: 1em; + width: 40%; + margin: auto; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-bottom: 1em; +} + +.x-ebookmaker div.box { + width: 66%; +} + + +/* Poetry indents */ +.poetry .indent0 {text-indent: -3.0em;} + + +/* Illustration classes */ +.illowp50 {width: 50%;} + </style> +</head> +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77623 ***</div> + + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p> + + +<div class="box"> +<h1> +EVENING SONGS +</h1> + +<p class="center"> +BY<br> +<span style="font-size: 1.3em">VÍTĚZSLAV HÁLEK</span><br> +<i>From the Czech Original</i> +</p> + +<p class="center p2" style="margin-bottom: 4em;"> +TRANSLATED BY<br> +<span style="font-size: 1.3em">DR. JOSEPH ŠTÝBR</span> +</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="logo" style="max-width: 7.625em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/logo.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="center p4"> +BOSTON<br> +<span style="font-size: 1.3em">RICHARD G. BADGER</span><br> +THE GORHAM PRESS +</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span></p> + +<p class="center"> +<span class="smcap">Copyright, 1920, by Joseph Štýbr</span> +</p> +<hr class="r5"> +<p class="center"> +All Rights Reserved +</p> +<p class="center p6">Made in the United States of America</p> +<hr class="r5"> +<p class="center">The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A.</p> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="INTRODUCTION"> + INTRODUCTION + </h2> +</div> + + +<p>Vítězslav Hálek, whose little volume of verses +is herewith presented to the reader in English +translation, belonged to the romantic and lyric +school of Czech poesy during the second half of the +last century. He was born in 1835 and died in +1874. From his first appearance in literature in +1858 he held his nation at attention and enjoyed +its admiration and love for twenty years. During +that time he produced a line of works touching upon +nearly all classes of writing; however, the lyric +string of his lyre proved to be the most charming +one, and this little volume of Evening Songs proved +to be his culminating point. As an expression of +fragrant effusions of feeling it always appealed to +the tenderness of youthful hearts and was eagerly +sought and read, so that the book in the original +appeared in many editions.</p> + +<p>Should the little volume bring real pleasure to +the reader and induce others to open wider the +doors to the rich and charming Czech literature +for the readers in English, the effort of the translator +would be well rewarded.</p> + +<p class="right"> + <span class="smcap">The Translator.</span> +</p> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_4"></a><a id="Page_5"></a>[Pg 5]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS"> + CONTENTS + </h2> +</div> + + +<table class="autotable"> +<tr> +<th class="tdl"></th> +<th class="tdr" style="font-size: small;">PAGE</th> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">As in the sky rises the moon</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">At prophets cast ye never stones</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Blest is the man whom the Lord’s hand</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Day and night went each their way, The</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Deep silence reigns—it seems to me</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Don’t wonder, shouldst Thou chance to hear</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">From heaven angels come to earth</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">God summoned me to paradise</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">God’s world is so far and wide, The</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Greatest hero is not he, The</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Heavens are replete with stars, The</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">He’s going far from home</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">He who can strike the golden strings</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Hey, in the rounds what pleasure</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Humming of the trees has ceased, The</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">I am a linden with large crown</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">I am the knight from the old tale</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">I bade the trumpets to be blown</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">I do not know, was it a dream?</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">I thought to myself, with no love</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">If all the world lost its delight</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">If that poor nightingale</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">In the sky the moon was standing</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">It happened. My soul minus Thee</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">It seemed to me—Grief had grown old</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Moon sails slowly in the sky, The</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Much has been trusted to Thy hands</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">My God, of all things I aspire</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">My lips were lockt a long, long time</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">My pillow was of sorrow made</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">My sweetheart, come, kneel down with me</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">My sweetheart, come, sit close to me</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">My sweetheart, I dreamt Thou hadst died</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">My sweetheart, look at those two clouds</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Night is fair and transparent, The</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Now go, my darling children, go</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Of my songs I shall build Thy throne</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Once as I through the golden stars</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Scorching heat of noonday sun, The</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Should I tell Thee the secret tale</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">So many, many things there are</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">So often it appears to me</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Spring came flying from afar, The</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_11">11</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Stars upon the heavens there, The</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Stars by the hundreds dot the sky</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Tell wherein thou hast sinned, my heart</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">That deep and dark blue heaven’s bowl</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">That little bird sings all the time</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">That nightingale has not retired</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">That young little singer there</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">There were two thoughts, two thoughts of God</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Those stars, those fair wee little stars</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Thou art still but a youthful bud</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Thou hast laid Thy hand on my head</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Thou maiden, charming most of all</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Though all the world has gone to sleep</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Thy beautiful eye is a lake</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">’Tis wrong for men to lack in song</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Up in the oak tree a dove wailed</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Upon the sky the moon and stars</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">What charm is there in love for us</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">What matters it what in sweet songs</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">When God felt His supreme delight</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">When I gaze at Thee, darling mine</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">When I shall trust my corpse to earth</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Ye all who deem yourselves oppressed</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Ye little, ye wee little stars</span></td> +<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11"></a>[Pg 11]</span></p> + <p class="ph1"> + EVENING SONGS + </p> + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="I"> + I + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The spring came flying from afar;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With fresh desires all’s teeming;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All things pressed forward to the sun—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So long all had been dreaming!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The finches flew out of their nest</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And children from their bowers,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And on the meadows sweetest scents</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Breathe countless little flowers.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Young leaves press their way from the twigs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And from birds’ throats their voices,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the heart with budding love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The youthful breast rejoices.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="II"> + II + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I am the knight from the old tale</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who proudly to the far world rode</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see the lass who’s like a rose</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And to discover her abode.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Who would behold her—said her fame—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Would by a ban at once be struck;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His heart would be rent from his breast,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or he would change to be a rock.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thought I to myself, possibly</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For clemency there might be room.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I ventured out and for my sin—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Became a bard by rigid doom.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="III"> + III + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The humming of the trees has ceased,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Their leaves breathe calmly, neatly;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The bird is dreaming its fair dream</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So quietly, so sweetly.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The heavens’ stars have all come out,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All things rest in calm gladness,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But in the breast the sorrow wakes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the heart the sadness.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The fragrant blossom’s pretty cup</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Receives dew in its centre—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My God, and I, too, feel that dew</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In mine eyes gently enter.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="IV"> + IV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Though all the world has gone to sleep,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The heart wakes in the body,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And God himself knows that the heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ne’er sleeps for anybody.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The whole God’s world is silence-bound,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The heart still goes, well rated,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And God himself knows that the heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gets never fatigated.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Sleep is the conqueror of thought,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Night is day’s alternation—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But in the breast the heart e’er wakes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And guards its love’s sweet passion.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="V"> + V + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Stars by the hundreds dot the sky</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With sister Moon at leisure,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And God and angels view the world</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From heaven’s height with pleasure.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A smiling angel’s coming down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To earth as heaven’s vision—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fair as the fragrant breath of spring,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And love is his sweet mission.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Wherever he just passes by</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All’s stricken with sweet passion,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And nightingales and fair white doves</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All sing with animation.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And he whom his white wing does touch</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is transformed all over,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And something sweet enters his breast</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That human words can’t cover.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="VI"> + VI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">What charm is there in love for us,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My God, and why we love it?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The world would all dissolve in it</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And lives all in love of it.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The little cloud sails through the sky</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As though love’s message drove it;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The little bird that sleeps in twigs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is dreaming only of it.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And here, too, on the earth the man,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While death his head does covet,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He weeps, rejoices, longs and lives</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dies for the sake of it.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Indeed, the heaven’s angel choir</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With their harps’ music prove it—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What would they sing, if not allowed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To play and to sing of it!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="VII"> + VII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">God summoned me to Paradise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To get me educated.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">“’Tis hard for me to be alone!”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Lord then Eve created.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He took not one rib from my breast,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My heart in half he parted.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That is why my heart still tends back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From where Thine once had started.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And that is why such strange desires</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So oft in my heart gather,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I feel as though both our hearts</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Should grow again together.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And that is why when I’m away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Pain to my heart is creeping,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My foot does of itself turn back,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I am sad—to weeping.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="VIII"> + VIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If that poor nightingale</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lived always with her mate,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her love songs would not sound</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So sad and desolate.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If that poor heart but would</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With Thee wake through the night,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Instead of pain it would</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Resound with sweet delight.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="IX"> + IX + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Should I tell Thee the secret tale</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As nightingale in the oak forest—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or should I weep in bitter tears</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What sways my heart and gives it no rest?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Or, kneeling down, with ardent words</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Should I in prayer spell my passion—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Or in a fair and tranquil night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Out of my dream breathe my confession?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Or should the hidden paradise</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sleep in my heart’s depth, never uttered,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Like in a grave, and far from Thee</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My love in secret be but muttered?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">O angel mine, I do confess</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My love for mankind, never dying;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But toward Thee—O, don’t chide me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That my mind’s weak and undefying!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="X"> + X + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My sweetheart, come, kneel down with me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now is the time for us to pray—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The moon has risen o’er the woods,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And my time has just passed away.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But, darling, do not clasp Thy hands;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Embrace me as I Thee with mine—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And thus, instead of clasping hands,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two hearts will in one prayer join.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy lips then press Thou close to mine;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From one mouth let the prayer rise—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let me the words press on Thy lips,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And Thou send them to Paradise.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Our prayer shall be strong, indeed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Our offer purest in that case—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For angels, too, when they do pray,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are praying just in such embrace.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XI"> + XI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I am a linden with large crown,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In style dressed in the meadow:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou beautiful, sweet rose of May,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come to my cooling shadow.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Here each green leaf does odor breathe</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And swarms of bees are humming,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And, nightly, little birds arrive—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Those are my thoughts, home coming.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They fly far-off as children do</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From home until they hunger,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But, with Thee seated close to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They will depart no longer.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XII"> + XII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So often it appears to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As I embrace and love Thee,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That Thou art for me in the world</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I for the sake of Thee.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">’Tis difficult through life to pass</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Avoiding all deflection;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But to give others happiness</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is greatest satisfaction.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And if the king enjoys his crown</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And God has heaven’s Eden</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And birds have forest in the spring,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I do have Thee, my maiden.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XIII"> + XIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou art still but a youthful bud</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Just into the world looming,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet upon Thy cheek appears</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A beautiful rose blooming.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And it is such a dainty rose</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And such a fragrant blossom</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That soon a fire burns in the soul</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And yearning in the bosom.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XIV"> + XIV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That nightingale has not retired</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And she’s with song all ringing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That song of love, so long, my God,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When will she be done singing?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">From one twig to another twig,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From upper to the nether—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I believe that the same plight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In hearts we bear together.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And turning up her serene eye</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She looks in each direction—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I believe that I could guess</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What is her eyes’ attraction.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XV"> + XV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou maiden, charming most of all,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">O Thou, world’s greatest treasure,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In Thee I found my sweet delight,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou art my cherished pleasure.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou art as pure as morning drops</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That come from heaven’s dewing</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And graceful as the turtle dove</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When she her song is cooing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou art fair as the lily white</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That in sweet odor guises</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And noble as the morning star—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The day dawns as she rises.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XVI"> + XVI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It happened. My soul minus Thee</div> + <div class="verse indent0">No longer feels itself as whole;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To think myself without Thee once</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Would be as to have lost my soul.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Yes, Thou art woven in my soul</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou art her pride and her delight—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou art my solace, my desire,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My happiness—my pain and plight.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">From joyless days Thou heaven weav’st</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As does the bride her wedding dress;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In me Thou wak’st, in me Thou dream’st;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What I’m, what Thou, is hard to guess.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It matters not what my fate be—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For I know well its weaving hand.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And should Thy hand destruction bring,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On that, too, heaven might depend.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XVII"> + XVII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I gaze at Thee, darling mine—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou art a dove—though sweeter—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Delightful, playful, gentle, tame,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When her mate comes to meet her.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And I can scarcely gaze enough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At Thine eyes and cheeks’ blossom—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thine eyes are but two dark blue gates</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To Thy deep charming bosom.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And I can scarcely gaze enough</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At Thy sweet face reflection—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Through it Thy whole heart speaks to me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And soul without deception.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I gaze at Thee, darling mine—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">O manna’s sweet dispenser!—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are not those the same lips, indeed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That gave me “yes” for answer?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XVIII"> + XVIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy beautiful eye is a lake</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In darkness gently waving;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In it the bright lights of the night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And heavens’ blue are laving.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And as pure crystal it is clear,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One sees the bottom in it—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But who attempts to look in deep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will shortly be drowned in it.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XIX"> + XIX + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My sweetheart, come, sit close to me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Allow me to embrace Thee;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The Lord gave Thee an angel’s soul</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From heaven, just to grace Thee.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I feel that I should speak to Thee</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And make confessions often,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But my words stay locked in my mouth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dead as in a coffin.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And often what I’d like to say</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Appears unutterable,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For, though the soul is filled with it,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The tongue to speak’s unable.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But as I wind my arm ’round Thee</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And my soul in Thine enters,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I feel as though Thou knowest all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What on my tongue then centres.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XX"> + XX + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Once as I through the golden stars</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Up heavenward was gazing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It seemed to me Thou wert a saint</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I an angel blazing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then I a harp took to my hand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And songs to Thee I chanted</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until the saints’ songs died away</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And all eyes to us slanted.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And God the Father for a while</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Himself ceased in creation.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And down His cheek there seemed to roll</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A diamond of compassion.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXI"> + XXI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The stars upon the heavens there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are worlds of greatest features,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I would only like to know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What kind they have of creatures.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If some one from that height up there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At us ’way down here gazes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And if he up there like I here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His voice in love songs raises.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXII"> + XXII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The greatest hero is not he</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For blows with blows who’s paying,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But he who, hundred times betrayed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Himself knows no betraying.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Who after love can send a curse</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He never felt love’s passion,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For love is able to forgive</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And knows no condemnation.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Who will not bring a sacrifice</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To him no love be proffered;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bad is the priest who thinks he’s more</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Than that what he has offered.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And should e’er love demand of me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My life and share in heaven—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I would go as the lamb for Thee</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To whom my love I’ve given.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXIII"> + XXIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The heavens are replete with stars</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As spring time is with daisies;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thus everything in God’s great world</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For love has its own praises.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The violet’s replete with scent</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dew in little blossom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that dear nightingale sings love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From overflowing bosom.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The heavens are replete with stars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With blazing lights all sweeping,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And here on earth the living men</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Are singing and are weeping.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXIV"> + XXIV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Upon the sky the moon and stars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The forest full of voices,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And God spreads only love around</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In which the world rejoices.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The murmurs in young foliage</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Change to low sweet narration;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The world is gay and jubilant</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And melts in osculation.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet I know that somewhere grief</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some youthful heart oppresses,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that a secret bitter tear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some young pale cheek caresses.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXV"> + XXV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The scorching heat of noonday sun</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is my love’s blazing passion;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The night—fair shadow of the day—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy love’s sweet moderation.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou hast set fire within my breast,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Earth’s centre’s heat assuming,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But that fire, unnursed by Thy love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will die, itself consuming.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I dreamt of banquets with Thy love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And have but crumbs collected;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What wonder, then, if only grief</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is in my face reflected.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The heart, indeed, can suffer much,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Oppressed by love’s great hunger,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And whether I am day or night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I now can guess no longer.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">’Tis written thus. The day and night</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Proceed, each other missing—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But as the evening’s dusk arrives,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They meet, each other kissing.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXVI"> + XXVI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Tell wherein thou hast sinned, my heart;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My God, such tribulation!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That what forever should be joined</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Must live in separation.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">How beautiful the life would be</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In love without distressing!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But to forever yearn and live—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where is therein a blessing?</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXVII"> + XXVII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">If all the world lost its delight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And had no other pleasure</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And love alone was left behind—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The life would have its treasure.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And if all other things were truth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And love but dreams’ delusion—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I would be ready to lie down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sleep to life’s conclusion.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And if till now I’ve only dreamt—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My dreams had their sweet flavor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And who sang me my lullabies</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I shan’t forget forever.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXVIII"> + XXVIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">What matters it what in sweet songs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The nightingale is telling,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Since my own heart has left its place</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And now with Thee ’tis dwelling.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And if her call rang e’er so sweet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And into mine ears chanted:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">What matters it, since in my heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And soul now Thou art planted!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And there Thou art, so charmful,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beyond imagination,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I’d give the sky’s stars, my soul,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To Thee in admiration.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXIX"> + XXIX + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My sweetheart, I dreamt Thou hadst died;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I heard the death-knells pealing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And there were tears and wails and cries</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And signs of saddest feeling.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">For the low mound o’er Thy strange bed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They picked a tombstone blindly,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And a verse for Thine epitaph</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To write they asked me kindly.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh, folks! Oh, folks! yourselves of stones,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My heart take, with grief raving,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And what I have not sung before</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Use for the stone’s engraving!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You trusted not in my pure love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And scorned my word and letter—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now if the stone will speak to you,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You’ll understand it better.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXX"> + XXX + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When God felt His supreme delight,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The human heart He molded</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And for eternal memory</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His love in it He folded.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And as He gazed upon the heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With eyes divine, forseeing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He wept, for He was overjoyed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see the blissful being.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But as He wept, one of His tears,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Unnoticed, the heart entered,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As dew falls in a flower cup,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And near the bottom centered.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That is why love is a great grief,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But grief so sweet and charming</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That pitied must be all the hearts</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That have escaped its harming.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That is why love is half of bliss</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And half of grief a token,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But if the tear swells to a wave,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then some heart may be broken.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXI"> + XXXI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So many, many things there are</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To which the keys are lacking;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Deep silence answers all man’s knocks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And foils his undertaking.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou human heart! There sorrows howl</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As wolves, by hunger driven,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet that same heart, oh, my God!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To love alone is given.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">’Tis capable of so much love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That man’s wit may be failing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he may as the lonely dove</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In vain roam, ever wailing.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXII"> + XXXII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Up in the oak tree a dove wailed—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Below, a brooklet muttered—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t wonder, when I was to speak,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That not a word I uttered.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Can he speak from all his soul’s depth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who does in strange lands wander?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And man’s too human that he should</div> + <div class="verse indent0">At paradise not wonder.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXIII"> + XXXIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The night is fair and transparent—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One sees the heaven’s sainted;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The song, the odor, and the buzz</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hold the whole heart enchanted.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">O pity, Thou art not with me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To hear with me and wonder</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How everything here tells its tale</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To the clear heavens yonder.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">How the whole world is but one song</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The universe pervading,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And that from human hearts but comes</div> + <div class="verse indent0">An echo, faint and fading.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXIV"> + XXXIV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Those stars, those fair wee little stars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The heavens’ blue dome lighting,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They look to me down with sweet eyes,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Me up to them inviting.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Oh no! ye fair wee little stars;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You love that wheel of heaven,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While I prefer to stay down here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where I find all I’ve craven.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You don’t know, fair wee little stars,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And think not what you’re missing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We have here heaven on the earth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In sweet, delightful kissing.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXV"> + XXXV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I do not know, was it a dream?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But in my mind it lingers—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I saw and read the nations’ fates,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Decreed by God’s own fingers.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thoughts, earnest as was God himself,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Passed through His great head, thronging</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And beautiful as nights of spring</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For a sweet body longing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Some thought—great as the universe,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some—music sounding gently,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Some—future human history,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By human eyes seen faintly.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There, too, I met with my own love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And with Thy heart, ne’er failing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That love of ours appeared there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As two small bright clouds sailing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And God, observing our sweet love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Himself with grace relented,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And throngs of young angels their hymns</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Before Him on it chanted.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXVI"> + XXXVI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That deep and dark blue heavens’ bowl—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And stars as golden blossoms;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As man looks at them from the earth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His heart strange feelings bosoms.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And all the time more and more stars</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Appear without a bound there—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And yet not ev’ry little star</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Can easily be found there.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But whene’er in two youthful hearts</div> + <div class="verse indent0">First breath of love does enter,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A new star is said to appear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In heavens’ dark blue center.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And if in one of the two hearts</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Love’s blossoms starts to wither,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then from the dark blue heavens’ bowl</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One golden star drops hither.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXVII"> + XXXVII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That little bird sings all the time</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As one song with life ringing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So wonder not, if one does love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That he’ll pass life in singing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And that bird speaks from heart to heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And it knows how, directly,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So that man hardly keeps back tears,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If he knows hearts perfectly.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Yes, often it appears to me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I am as its fellow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For my songs, too, can move to tears,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So soft they are, and mellow.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXVIII"> + XXXVIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Deep silence reigns—it seems to me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sleep comes to mine eyes, resting,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As does a bird come to its mate</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In their home softly nesting.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The night’s soft bed is ready made—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The heavens, with stars covered.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Maybe that some heart will forget</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For what this day it suffered.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Maybe that some heart will forget,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And if it found no treasure,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Maybe it finds it in its dream</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And with it finds its pleasure.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XXXIX"> + XXXIX + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It seemed to me—Grief had grown old,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Soon would come its last countin’,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And tears—so many had been shed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That dry must be their fountain.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Then suddenly I thought of Thee,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And soon my whole soul shivered,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And as though I should lose Thee soon</div> + <div class="verse indent0">An echo in it quivered.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And mine eyes promptly filled with tears,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My joy to grief is bending,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I am finding out with pain</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That tears shall have no ending.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XL"> + XL + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I thought to myself, with no love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How’d look that world of ours:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It would be as a dreary waste</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Without a trace of flowers.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The heart would wander through that waste</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And always on grief border,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It would be sad as the world was</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ere God to light gave order.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It would be so sad that on earth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Man would not like the livin’,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And God the Father would not like</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To stay as God in heaven.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XLI"> + XLI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There were two thoughts, two thoughts of God,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Two stars beside each other,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And from all of the heavens’ stars</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They most loved one another.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Once one of them fell to the earth—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The other pined in sorrow,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And God, touched by her grief and love,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sent her down on the morrow.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">They sought each other many nights</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As lonely souls their Eden,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until one day they chanced to meet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As a young man and maiden.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Their eyes met, and they recognized</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Each other, tender-hearted,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And lived together in great bliss</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till one of them departed.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And when she died, she always called</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And languished for the other,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till God summoned the other one,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And they’re again together.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XLII"> + XLII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That young little singer there—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Why did she cease her narration?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her eyes quickly filled with tears</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As though grieved in separation.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Some one may think to himself,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">God, how can her young soul darken?</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her face young and beautiful,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And her song so sweet to hearken.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Ah, a beautiful young face</div> + <div class="verse indent0">May not do in solace bringing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And though sweet the song may be—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You don’t always feel like singing.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XLIII"> + XLIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">As in the sky rises the moon—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So into hearts love enters;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And secret pain and silent grief</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Around it often centers.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And visions man had not thought of</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He may see, dimly lighted,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And secret pain and silent grief</div> + <div class="verse indent0">May be in song united.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But gales and tempests violent</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In many hearts are waking,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And ere in song they utter them—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How many hearts are breaking!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XLIV"> + XLIV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Ye all who deem yourselves oppressed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come near, come nearer to me:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Lay off your sorrows’ burdens here</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And light up your minds gloomy.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ve reared here a vast realm of love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Where mate seeks his mate pretty,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And what one harbors in his heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Resounds in love’s sweet ditty.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">No rival here, no hater’s known,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here speech is love song, wooing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here lions turn to calm, meek lambs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And hawks to doves, sweet, cooing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Here are all ailments’ remedies;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here hearts are ever youthful;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Here never fades the blooming rose,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And friendship’s ever truthful.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XLV"> + XLV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The day and night went each their way—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The day, as Judas, traitor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The night, so fair, so beautiful,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That none can ever hate her.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The little stars shine in the sky,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The moon comes with her pallor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the forest chats the dove,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The fair and tender caller.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The heart confesses to the heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With thoughts in distance sailing,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And longing lips thirst for a kiss,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From burning passion thrilling.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XLVI"> + XLVI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou hast laid Thy hand on my head,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My temples proud caressing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy lips have whispered their sweet words</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In prayer and in blessing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou hast revealed Thy soul to me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In Thy love’s fragrant blossom,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And what I had not dared to dream—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thou took’st me to Thy bosom.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">With blessing Thou hast graced my harp,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My heart and my lips’ diction;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To pious battles Thou hast sent</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My songs with benediction.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My forehead is from sadness freed,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fears are a thing I scoff at,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My soul is filled with dawning light—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I am love’s great prophet.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XLVII"> + XLVII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Of my songs I shall build Thy throne</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In style of bards of greatest fame.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy sceptre shall be my own heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My fame shall be Thy diadem.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Love I shall declare to be law,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I shall sing daily Thine esteem;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In Thy soul I’ll pour love’s delight</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sweetest longing in Thy dream.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I shall bid birds to sing to Thee,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">May’s flowers shall fall to Thy feet;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll change to heaven the world and all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And there command the stars to meet.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll make your subjects all men’s hearts,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Revive the Eden with my verse,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Proclaim Thee high queen of it all</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Throughout the whole of universe.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XLVIII"> + XLVIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Don’t wonder, shouldst Thou chance to hear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Birds sing of Thy love’s wooing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They called once at my window sill</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To see what I was doing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And they again came and again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And soon taught me to love them,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For I am free just as they are</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And am just like one of them.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I sang them many songs of Thee</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That in sweet love abounded,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And they soon tuned their throats to them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till in their songs love sounded.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The other day I called on them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In their woods and nooks shady</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And was surprised to find the birds</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To sing my songs already.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="XLIX"> + XLIX + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The God’s world is so far and wide</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And goodness in small measure;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By thousands one can count the pains</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And very little pleasure.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The heart is ready to redeem</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With hundred pains one pleasure—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And the same heart, O God, for love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Will suffer past all measure.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="L"> + L + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Hey, in the rounds what pleasure</div> + <div class="verse indent0">While one his lass embraces!</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let’s have the charming music—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Come, pale lad, join our races!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Ah, the pale lad’s whole body</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As though with cold frost shivered,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And down his pale cheeks quickly</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A stream of hot tears quivered.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LI"> + LI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Ye little, ye wee little birds,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ye song-dreamers in sleeping;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Does anyone of you there know</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That I die here from weeping?</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Dear moon, stop moving in the sky</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Till I some solace gather;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My love’s fire’s extinct as art thou—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">We both fit well together.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The last flame flickers to die out,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All that’s left are words hollow;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Yet I would blow all to new life,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though nought but grief should follow.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LII"> + LII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My pillow was of sorrow made</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My sleep were tears, free flowing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Go easy, my heart—not so loud:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Deep penitence I’m showing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The moon comes by the window in,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gown’d in her deathly pallor,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in the heart a song died down</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As of a bird, sad caller.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Dear moon, light up the stars on high;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let dew descend on flowers;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Awake from sleep the nightingale,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But men—let sleep their hours!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">You carry off the gorgeous love—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You know the calamity;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I am now but a wretched man—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ah, pity, pity, pity!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LIII"> + LIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“’Tis wrong for men to lack in song—”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In judgment God has spoken—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And then He sent a bard to men</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And gave him this as token:</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“Throughout thy life have thou no rest,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy bread with tears be eaten;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Know thou nought but hard suffering,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In all hopes be thou beaten!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“Though thy heart be rent to its blood—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">View that blood to them clinging;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Though driven by them through all lands—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Love them—and keep on singing!”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That lot is common to us bards.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Men may have our songs chanted,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But with what had brought on our song—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">None cares to get acquainted.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LIV"> + LIV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My lips were lockt a long, long time,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And mute as rocks are lonely,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But suddenly they were unlockt</div> + <div class="verse indent0">By Thee with one kiss only.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That kiss fell as in month of May</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On parched earth falls a shower;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now songs began to sprout again</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In my soul with fresh power.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LV"> + LV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">When I shall trust my corpse to earth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And my soul to God’s keeping,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I ask to be laid as a bard</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Away to my last sleeping.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Into my hand I want the lyre,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On head, leaves from laure’s arbor;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Let my new neighbors know at once</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Who comes to their calm harbor.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I always holy held the lyre</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And not a mere toy only:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So let it be mine ornament</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In night long and place lonely.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Should we feel lonesome in the graves</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And, maybe, for home too sick,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Then I shall sing a song for them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And cheer them up with music.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And should in your lives sluggishness</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And sleep here overtake you:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I’ll rouse the dead and send them back,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And they shall come and wake you.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LVI"> + LVI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My God, of all things I aspire</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I here confess, whole-hearted;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All I pray for is that from song</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I never shall be parted.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Shouldst Thou withdraw my gift of song—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I ask to live no longer;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shouldst Thou for song bid me take bliss—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I still to song cling stronger.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LVII"> + LVII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Blest is the man whom the Lord’s hand</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As bard had consecrated;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He has looked into God’s decrees</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And has men’s breasts well rated.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He knows what says the world’s great psalm</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And what the birds are singing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He understands the throbbing heart,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In tears, and with joy ringing.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">What secret is to other men</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is open to his vision;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He is the leader of God’s race</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To its long promised region.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He is the king of kingdoms vast,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The priest of men’s salvation,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And beauties’ treasures lie in him</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Beyond all estimation.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LVIII"> + LVIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Much has been trusted to Thy hands;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My heart in them I planted,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And God placed sweet songs in that heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To have men’s bliss augmented.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A strange plant is the human heart—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Not easily to nourish;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For, it is up to love alone,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">If it shall die or flourish.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A strange plant is the human heart—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It needs the climate’s favor</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And dew and rain and best of care</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To yield fruit of good flavor.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">So should my heart from Thy hands sprout</div> + <div class="verse indent0">In honor of the nation,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Long ages that are yet to come</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Shall sing Thine adoration.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LIX"> + LIX + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">I bade the trumpets to be blown</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For glorious resurrection;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I shall in final judgment sit—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ye shall hear your fates’ lection.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Ye who have been opposed to love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And have against it spoken:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ye shall despair for all the time,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And your hearts shall be broken.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But ye who always have kept faith</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And treated love with favor:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Ye come and gather on my right</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And live in love forever.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">To you in heaven special place</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And special bliss be given,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For, having loved upon the earth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">You had the taste of heaven.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LX"> + LX + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He who can strike the golden strings</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be highest honors given,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For God has shewn you such great love</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That He sent him from heaven.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">It’s dreadful when with barren fields</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And plague God means to punish,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But greatest scorge visits the race</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From whom its songs do vanish.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That nation has not perished yet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">To whom its bards are singing:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For all song is of heaven’s birth</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And life in death ’tis bringing.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LXI"> + LXI + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">At prophets cast ye never stones;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They are as birds, shy, clever:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Cast thou a stone at him but once,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And he is gone forever.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">God’s fearful wrath the nation seeks</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Whose love of bards is shaken,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And greatest wrath befell the race</div> + <div class="verse indent0">From whom God songs has taken.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The poet’s heart is pure and chaste,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His faith does never vary;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Therefore, what he sings from his heart</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That ye in your hearts carry!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LXII"> + LXII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">From heaven angels come to earth—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dreams with their golden visions,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And each of them brings men in sleep</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Delight from happy regions.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Wherever these fair angels stop,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Men learn all they had craven;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For they know and tell them in dreams</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fair tales direct from heaven.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The eyelids suddenly get sealed—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With sweetness of sleep laden:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thine image stands in front of me—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Good night, good night—my maiden!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LXIII"> + LXIII + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Now go, my darling children, go—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This is no more your station;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Accept for your quaint journey yet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Your father’s osculation!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">May be, somewhere they’ll honor you</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And offer you receptions;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But somewhere they may criticise—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Be ready for exceptions!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">But let your mind not be disturbed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor wrinkles in face driven:</div> + <div class="verse indent0">All kinds of men live in the world,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But few to love are given.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LXIV"> + LXIV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">In the sky the moon was standing;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Dreams to me new songs were lending.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Birds came and told one another</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How much we did love each other.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That the fair fresh meadow flowers</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Would be wedding gowns of ours.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">That green ivy with her story</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Would wreathe Thy head with its glory.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Adorned with thousand charms,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">That Thou wouldst rest in my arms.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LXV"> + LXV + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s going far from home,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With sorrow laden;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">He turns yet and looks back—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Good-bye, dear maiden!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He turns yet and looks back,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">His kerchief waving;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">With kerchief he dries yet</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Eyes in tears laving.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And now behind him closed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">A foreign region</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As in the sky the lark</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Gets lost to vision.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">He’s gone, but he’ll come back</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Again, joy-laden—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But ere he will return—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Good-bye, dear maiden!</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LXVI"> + LXVI + <br> + (Posthumous) + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The moon sails slowly in the sky</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So calmly and so freely;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The nightingale wails in the twigs</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So sweetly and so really.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy image stands in front of me</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So calmly and so freely;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The heart in longing wakes and calls</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So sweetly and so really.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">A swarm of songs is circling ’round</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So calmly and so freely;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And into mine eye steals a tear</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So sweetly and so really.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Now gentle sleep knocks at my door</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So calmly and so freely—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And I recall Thee to my mind</div> + <div class="verse indent0">So sweetly and so really.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</span></p> + + + <h2 class="nobreak" id="LXVII"> + LXVII + <br> + (Posthumous) + </h2> +</div> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My sweetheart, look at those two clouds</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Above that mountain yonder—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The moon sheds her light on their way,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And in close touch they wander.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The maiden choir of quiet stars</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Is twinkling to them greeting,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And gentle zephyrs in their breath</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Bring odors to them, fleeting.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Lo! from the shrubs the nightingale</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Flew up with her narration—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Hark how she sends her song to them</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As song’s true incarnation!</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">My love, look from Thy window there</div> + <div class="verse indent0">How those clouds float together—</div> + <div class="verse indent0">I asked them to bid Thee “good night,”</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Sweet dreams ’round Thee to gather.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> +<div class="chapter"> +<div class="transnote"> +<p class="ph2">Transcriber’s notes</p> +<p>Half-title page on page 9 has been removed in this edition.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77623 ***</div> +</body> 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