TWO WORLDS AND OTHER POEMS PART I TWO WORLDS I THE VENUS OF MILO GRACE, majesty, and the calm bliss of life; No conscious war 'twixt human will and duty; Here breathes, forever free from pain and strife, The old, untroubled pagan world of beauty. Of life, of death the mystery and woe, Witness in this mute, carven stone the whole. That suffering smile were never fashioned so Before the world had wakened to a soul. PART II THE STAR IN THE CITY As down the city street I pass at the twilight hour, 'Mid the noise of wheels and hoofs That grind on the stones, and beat;- And I see, with a glad surprise, Slowly, as grows the night,- Soul of the twilight star That leads me from afar, Where the cross-street thunders through, The light and soul of his art. MOONLIGHT I 'TIS twelve o' the clock. The town is still; As gray as a rock From gable to sill Each cottage is standing. The narrow street (Where the tree-tops meet), From the woods to the landing, Is black with shadows; The roofs are white, And white are the meadows; The harbor is bright. I CARE NOT IF THE SKIES ARE WHITE II 'Tis twelve o' the clock. The town is still; As still as a stock From harbor to hill. The moon's broad marge Has no stars near, Far off how clear They shine, how large! In the air, in the light; III In the elm-trees all No flutter, no twitter; From the granite wall The small stars glitter. A filmy thread My forehead brushes; Of this dark, of this white, 147 "I CARE NOT IF THE SKIES ARE WHITE" I CARE not if the skies are white, Nor if the fields are gold; |