By that ocean they stood in awe, and remembrance, and wonder; Troubled their hearts with the ceaseless surge and the thunder Till in fear they turned, and they gazed on the inland hight, And the mountains that called by day and beckoned by night, And, each to the other unknown, by that call was shaken: O, lost is the soul that the voice of the hight shall not waken, Nor heavenward climb by the paths high hearts have taken. II Inland the new souls urged, by river and marsh, III And now, crest, At the selfsame spring they drank, and the waters of rest; For they followed the paths high hearts have climbed to the sun, And the souls that the river divided became as one. A SONG OF FRIENDSHIP A SONG OF FRIENDSHIP We have come nearer, friend! All doubts have fled away; Naught between us, naught To hurt or separate; No battles to be fought. Friends now, in more than name; Forever friends, our fate Tho' never again the same. We have come nearer, friend! What sorcery, new and strange, No word of secret powers, Under the starry sky; 439 A ROSE OF DREAM I DREAMED a rose; it bloomed Of all wild blossoms by the wayside So lovely was the rose I could but love it, As, drinking deep its fragrant soul, I bent above it. O tenderly its leaves Outbreathed their beauty; Humbly to worship at that shrine Once, when in the twilight hour, O wonderful! I was aware That wild rose knew me. Knew me, my inmost heart And, O above All joy imagined! lo! my rose Gave love for love. SONG O, WHITHER has she fled from out the dawning and the day? Empty is the dark of her, and twilight silver gray, For the world that she makes happy now is far and far away. WHEN GIRLS COME TO THE OLD HOUSE 441 Strange, because a girl is gone the stars are not so bright, The sunset sky not fair as once, nor morning after night, While from the day has past away a dear and lovely light. Come back, come back, my darling girl, and set the stars aglow; And make the daylight dear again, and make the blossoms blow; Come back, come back, my golden girl, never again to go. "WHEN THE GIRLS COME TO THE OLD HOUSE" I WHEN the girls come To the old house, to the old, old home; How will they endue it With light and warmth and fun, II When the girls run through it, Never fear! It will not rue it When it feels its old bones shaken, With sweet girl laughter. III When the girls race through it, How each old ghost in its own old nook, That it never forsook, How it will run When the girls pursue it With frolic and fun! IV Old house! old home! Come, light The fires again on the dear hearths of old. All must be bright; Not a room shall be cold; And on the great hearth, where, in the old days, There was room, and to spare, for each grown-up and child, High let the fire be piled! V Old house! Old home! You need no wine To cheer you now, for the joyous ripple Of girlish laughter is quite enough tipple! Like the innocent shine, The sparkle and flicker, In the eyes of youth! "T is youth, old house! 't is youth that fills you; Youth that calls to you; youth that thrills you. VI Old house! Old home! O, do not dare To be sad, tho' aware Of the golden, and the raven, and the pretty, pretty curls, Of the little dead girls Treasures put away in the old chest in the garret. Be glad, old house! the new girls have come to share it: The great, deep hearth, with room and to spare; |