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Than the gray cuckoo loves his name, Gray relics of the nurseries of the world, and learnt

Which are as gems set in my memory, To lisp in tune together; that we slept Because she learnt them with me; or In the same cradle always, face to face,

what use Heart beating time to heart, lip pressing To know her father left us just before lip,

The daffodil was blown ? or how we Folding each other, breathing on each found other,

The dead inan cast upon the shore? All Dreaming together (dreaming of each this other

Seems to the quiet daylight of your minds They should have added), till the morn- | But cloud and sinoke, and in the dark ing light

of mine Sloped thro' the pines, upon the dewy Is traced with flame. Move with me to

the event. Falling, unseald our eyelids, and we woke

There came a glorious morning, such To gaze upon each other. If this be a one true,

As dawns but once a season. Mercury At thought of which my whole soul lan- On such a morning would have fung guishes

himself And faints, and hath no pulse, no breath From cloud to cloud, and swum with - as tho'

balanced wings A man in some still garden should infuse To some tall mountain : when I said to Rich attar in the bosom of the rose,

her, Till, drunk with its own wine, and over- “A day for Gods to stoop,” she anfull

swered, “Ay, Of sweetness, and in smelling of itself, And men to soar” : for as that other It fall on its own thorns-- if this be

gazed, true, -

Shading his eyes till all the fiery cloud, And that way my wish leads me ever- The prophet and the chariot and the more

steeds, Still to believe it, 't is so sweet a Suck'd into oneness like a little star thought,

Were drunk into the inmost blue, we Why in the utter stillness of the soul

stood, Doth question'd memory answer not, When first we came from out the pines

at noon, Of this our earliest, our closest-drawn, With hands for eaves, uplooking and Most loveliest, earthly-heavenliest har

almost mony ?

Waiting to see some blessed shape in

heaven, O blossom'd portal of the lonely house, So bathed we were in brilliance. Never Green prelude, April promise, glad new

yet year

Before or after have I known the spring Of Being, which with earliest violets Pour with such sudden deluges of light And lavish carol of clear-throated larks Into the middle summer ; for that day Fill'd all the March of life! -- I will Love, rising, shook his wings, and not speak of thee;

charged the winds These have not seen thee, these can With spiced May-sweets from bound to never know thee,

bound, and blew They cannot understand me. Pass we Fresh fire into the sun, and from within then

, Burst thro' the heated buds, and sent his A term of eighteen years. Ye would but soul laugh

Into the songs of birds, and touch'd farIf I should tell you how I hoard in off thought

His mountain-altars, his high hills, with The faded rhymes and scraps of ancient flame crones,

Milder and puror.




Thro' the rocks we wound : A stately mountain nyuaph, she lookd! The great pine shook with lonely sounds how native of joy

Unto the hills she trod ou! While I That came on the sea-wind. As mou

gazed, tain streams

My coronal slowly disentwined itself Our bloods ran free: the sunshine seem'd And fell between us both; tho' while I to brood

gazed More warınly on the heart than on the My spirit leap'd as with those thrills of brow.

bliss We often paused, and, looking back, we That strike across the soul in prayer, saw

and show us The clefts and openings in the mountains That we are surely heard. Methought fill'd

a light With the blue valley and the glistening Burst froni the garland I had wov'n, and brooks,

stood And all the low dark groves, a land of A solid glory on her bright black hair ; love !

A light methought broke from her dark, A land of promise, a land of memory,

dark eyes, A land of promise flowing with the milk And shot itself into the singing winds; And honey of delicious memories ! A mystic light flash'd ev'n from her And down to sea, and far as eye coula white robe

As from a glass in the sun, and fell about Each way from verge to verge a Holy My footsteps on the mountains. Land,

Last we came Still growing holier as you near'd the bay, To what our people call “ The Hill of For there the Temple stood.

Woe." When we had reach'a A bridge is there, that, look'd at from The grassy platform on some hill, I beneath, stoop'd,

Seems but a cobweb filament to link I gather'd the wild herbs, and for her The yawning of an earthquake-cloven brows

chasm. And mine made garlands of the selfsame And thence one night, when all the flower,

winds were loud, Which she took smiling, and with my A woful man (for so the story went) work thus

Had thrust his wife and child and dash'd Crown'd her clear forehead. Once or himself twice she told me

Into the dizzy depth below. Below, (For I remember all things) to let grow Fierce in the strength of far descent, a The flowers that run poison in their stream veins.

Flies with a shatter'd foam along the She said, “The evil flourish in the chasm.

world.” Then playfully she gave herself the lie - The path was perilous, loosely strewn “Nothing in nature is unbeautiful;

with crags : So, brother, pluck, and spare not." So We mounted slowly; yet to both there

I wove Ev'n the dull-blooded poppy-stem, The joy of life in steepness overcome, whose flower,

| And victories of ascent, and looking Hued with the scarlet of a fierce sunrise,

down Like to the wild youth of an evil prince, On all that had look'd down on us; and Is without sweetness, but who crowns

joy himself

In breathing nearer heaven ; and joy Above the secret poisons of his heart

to me, In his old age." *A graceful thought of High over all the azure-circled earth, hers

To breathe with her as if in heaven itself; Grav'n on my fancy! And oh, how And more than joy that I to her becanie like a nymph,

Her guardian and her angel, raising her



Still higher, past all peril, until she saw | As to my outward hearing : the loud Beneath her feet the region far away,

stream, Beyond the nearest mountain's bosky Forth issuing from his portals in the crag brows,

(A visible link unto the home of my Burst into open prospect - heath and heart),

| Ran amber toward the west, and nigh And hollow lined and wooded to the lips, the sea And steep-down walls of battlemented Parting my own loved mountains was rock

received, Gilded with broom, or shatter'd into Shorn of its strength, into the sympathy spires,

Of that small bay, which out to open And glory of broad waters interfused,

main Whence rose as it were breath and steam Glow'd interuningling close beneath the of gold,

sun. And over all the great wood rioting Spirit of Love ! that little hour was And climbing, streak'd or starr'd at bound intervals

Shut in from Time, and dedicate to thee: With falling brook or blossom'd bush - Thy fires from heaven had touch'd it, and last,

and the carth Framing the mighty landscape to the They fell on became hallow'd evermore.

west, A purple range of mountain-cones, be- We turn'd : our eyes met : hers were tween

bright, and mine Whose interspaces gushd in blinding Were dim with floating tears, that shot bursts

the sunset The incorporate blaze of sun and sea. In lightnings round me; and my name

At length

was borne Descending from the point and standing Upon her breath. Henceforth my name both,

has been There on the tremulous bridge, that A hallow'd memory like the names of old, from beneath

A centred, glory-circled memory, Had seem'd a gossamer filament up in And a peculiar treasure, brooking not air,

Exchange or currency : and in that hour We paused amid the splendor. All the Ahope flow'd round me, like a golden mist west

Charm'd amid eddies of melodious airs, And e'en unto the middle south was A moment, ere the onward whirlwind ribb'd

shatter it, And barr'd with blooin on bloom. The Waver'd and floated -- which was less sun below,

than Hope, Held for a space 'twixt cloud and wave, Because it lack'd the power of perfect shower'd down

Hope ; Rays of a mighty circle, weaving over | But which was more and higher than That various wilderness a tissue of light all Hope, Unparallel’d. On the other side, the Because all other Hope had lower aim ; moon,

| Even that this name to which her graHalf unelted into thin blue air, stood cious lips still,

Did lend such gentle utterance, this one And pale and fibrous as a wither'd name, leaf,

In some obscure hereafter, might inNor yet endured in presence of His eyes

wreathe To indue his lustre ; most unlover-like, (How lovelier, nobler then !) her life, Since in his absence full of light and joy, her love, And giving light to others. But this with my life, love, soul, spirit, and most,

heart and strength. Next to her presence whom I loved so

"Brother,” she said, “let this be Spoke loudly even into my inmost heart | call'd henceforth



The Hill of Hope"; and I replied, “O Had I died then, I had not known the sister,

death; My will is one with thine ; the Hill of Yea had the Power from whose right Hope."

hand the light Nevertheless, we did not change the Of Life issueth, and from whose left name.

hand floweth

The Shadow of Death, perennial effluI did not speak; I could not speak ences, my love.

Whereof to all that draw the wholesome Love lieth deep : Love dwells not in air lip-depths.

Somewhile the one must overflow the Love wraps his wings on either side the other ; heart,

Then had he stemın'd my day with night, Constraining it with kisses close and and driven warm,

My current to the fountain whence it Absorbing all the incense of sweet sprang, — thoughts

Even his own abiding excellence So that they pass not to the shrine of On me, methinks, that shock of gloom sound.

had fall'n Else had the life of that delighted hour Unfelt, and in this glory I had merged Drunk in the largeness of the utterance The other, like the sun I gazed upon, Of Love ; but how should Earthly meas. Which seeming for the moment due to ure mete

death, The Heavenly-unmeasured or unlimited | And dipping his head low beneath the Love,

verge, Who scarce can tune his high majestic Yet bearing round about him his own

sense Unto the thunder-song that wheels the In confidence of unabated strength, spheres,

Steppeth from Heaven to Heaven, from Scarce living in the Æolian harmony,

light to light, And flowing odor of the spacious air, And holdeth his undimmed forehead far Scarce housed within the circle of this into a clearer zenith, pure of cloud.

Earth, Be cabin'd up in words and syllables, | We trod the shadow of the downward Which pass with that which breathes

hill; them? Sooner Earth

We past from light to dark. On the Might go round Heaven, and the strait other side girth of Time

Is scoop'd a cavern and a mountain hall, Iuswathe the fulness of Eternity, Which none have fathom'd. If you go Than language grasp the infinite of Love. far in

(The country people rumor) you may O day which did enwomb that happy

hear hour,

The moaning of the woman and the child, Thou art blessed in the years, divinest Shut in the secret chambers of the rock, day!

I too have heard a sound – perchance O Genius of that hour which dost uphold of streams Thy coronal of glory like a God, Running far on within its inmost halls, Awid thy melancholy mates far-seen, The home of darkness; but the cavernWho walk before thee, ever turning round mouth, To gaze upon thee till their eyes are dim Half overtrailed with a wanton weed, With dwelling on the light and depth Gives birth to a brawling brook, that of thine,

passing lightly Thy name is ever worshipp'd among Adown a natural stair of tangled roots, hours !

| Is presently received in a sweet grave Had I died then, I had not seem'd to die, of eglantines, a place of burial For bliss stood round me like the light Far lovelier than its cradle. for un

of Heaven -


But taken with the sweetness of the place, | I heard and treinbled, yet I could but
It makes a constant bubbling melody I hear ;
That drowns the nearer echoes. Lower My heart paused -- my raised eyelids

would not fall, Spreads out a little lake, that, flooding, But still I kept my eyes upon the sky. leaves

I seem'd the only part of Time stood still, Low banks of yellow sand ; and from And saw the motion of all other things; the woods

While her words, syllable by syllable, That belt it rise three dark, tall cy- Like water, drop by drop, upon my ear presses, –

Fell; and I wish'd, yet wish'd her not Three cypresses, symbols of mortal woe, to speak; That men plant over graves.

But she spake on, for I did name no wish.

Hither we came, What marvel my Camilla told me all And sitting down upon the golden moss, | Her maiden dignities of Hope and Held converse sweet and low --- low

Love converse sweet,

“Perchance," she said, "return'd." In which our voices bore least part. Even then the stars The wind

Did tremble in their stations as I gazed ; Told a love tale beside us, how he wood But she spake on, for I did name no wish, The waters, and the waters answering No wish — no hope. Hope was not lisp'd

wholly dead, To kisses of the wind, that, sick with But breathing hard at the approach of love,

Death, Fainted at intervals, and grew again Camilla, my Camilla, who was mine To utterance of passion. Ye cannot shape No longer in the dearest sense of mine Fancy so fair as is this memory.

For all the secret of her inmost heart, Methought all excellence that ever was | And all the maiden empire of her mind, Had drawn herself from many thousand Lay like a map before me, and I saw years,

There, where I hoped myself to reign as And all the separate Edens of this earth,

king, To centre in this place and time. There, where that day I crown'd myself listen'd,

as king, And her words stole with most prevail. There in my realm and even on my ing sweetness

throne, Into my heart, as thronging fancies come Another! Then it seem'd as tho' a link To boys and girls when summer days of some tight chain within my in most are new,

frame And soul and heart and body are all at Was riven in twain : that life I heeded ease :

not What marvel my Camilla told me all ? Flow'd from me, and the darkness of the It was so happy an hour, so sweet a place, grave, And I was as the brother of her blood, The darkness of the grave and utter And by that name I moved upon her night, breath;

Did swallow up my vision ; at her feet, Dear name, which had too much of near | Even the feet of her I loved, I fell, ness in it

Smit with exceeding sorrow unto Death. And heralded the distance of this time! At first her voice was very sweet and low, Then had the earth beneath me yawn. As if she were afraid of utterance ;

ing cloven But in the onward current of her speech With such a sound as when an iceberg (As echoes of the hollow-banked brouks splits Are fashion'd by the channel which they From cope to base -- had Heaven from keep),

all her doors, Her words did of their meaning borrow With all her golden thresholds clashing, sound,

rollid Her cheek did catch the color of her Her heaviest thunder - I had lain as words.


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