SONGS Music to passion; and Weeping to sorrow; Love to the heart that longs; Moon to the sea; Heaven to the earthborn soul, And thou to me. THE UNRETURNING I SILENT, silent are the unreturning! What tho' word may reach to them, and yearning, Never in the daytime or the dark Comes the long-lost voice, or smile of light; Lifts no hand from sea or sunken bark. Silent, silent are the unreturning! II Silent, silent are the unreturning! Silent they? or are we undiscerning? Child, my child! is this thy answering voice Evening's smile, that whispers: "Heart, rejoice!" Nay! nay! Silent are the unreturning; TWO YEARS O, THAT was the year the last of those before thee; 235 If then I had died, O, never had I known thee, thee; O, death it were indeed to die before that dawn! This was the year when first I did behold thee, Thou who on my darkness dawned with lyric light. This the golden hour when first thy lover found thee, Followed and beguiled thee, and with his singing bound thee; When all the world with music rang to drown thee and enfold thee Thou who turned the darkness to song, and love, and light! IN PALESTINE AND OTHER POEMS PART I IN PALESTINE AАн, no! that sacred land Where fell the wearied feet of the lone Christ Robs not the soul of faith. I shall set down Full well I know how shallow spirits lack The essence, flinging from them but the form. I have seen souls lead barren lives and curst, Bereft of light, and all the grace of life, Because for them the inner truth was lost In the frail symbol — hated, shattered, spurned. But faith that lives forever is not bound To any outward semblance, any scheme Fine-wrought of human wonder, or self-love, Or the base fear of never-ending pain. True faith doth face the blackness of despair, |