NINE YEARS CRADLE SONG In the embers shining bright But, O my child, beware, beware! "NINE YEARS" NINE years to heaven had flown, A maiden's silence broken. 'T was thus the lover spoke, And thus she leaned and listened (Below, the billows broke, The blue sea shook and glistened): – "We have been happy, Love, Through bright and stormy weather, Happy all hope above, For we have been together. "To meet, to love, to wed, Joy without stint or measure, This was our lot," he said, "To find untouched our treasure; "But had some blindfold fate Bound each unto another To turn from Heaven's gate, Each heart-throb hide and smother! 93 "O dear and faithful heart, Too early, falsely, mated! "Were this our bitter plight, Ah, could we have dissembled?" She hid her face, and trembled. "BACK FROM THE DARKNESS TO THE LIGHT AGAIN" "BACK from the darkness to the light again!" Not from the darkness, Love, for hadst thou lain Within the shadowy portal of the tomb, Thy light had warmed the darkness into bloom. PART II FATE I FLUNG a stone into a grassy field; How many tiny creatures there may yield (I thought) their petty lives through that rude shock! To me a pebble, 't is to them a rock — Gigantic, cruel, fraught with sudden death. Who knows what day some saunterer, light of heart, An idle wanderer through the fields of space, Large-limbed, big-brained, to whom our puny race FATE 66 95 Seems small as insects, one whose footstep jars In numbers, not in sweetness, not in force, "WE MET UPON THE CROWDED WAY” I We met upon the crowded way; We spoke and past. How bright the day Did shine from her to make it bright! And then I asked: Can such as she The thoughts from those clear eyes that dawn II Among the mighty who can find Tho' from the heavens the stars be wrenched, Thy light, dear maid, shall not be quenched. Gentle, and true, and pure, and free The gods will not abandon thee! THE WHITE AND THE RED ROSE I IN Heaven's happy bowers There blossom two flowers, One with fiery glow And one as white as snow; THE WHITE AND THE RED ROSE II O, tell me of these flowers That bloom in heavenly bowers, One with fiery glow, And one as white as snow! And tell me who is this In Heaven's holy bliss Who trembles and who cries Like a mortal soul that dies! III These blossoms two, Wet with heavenly dew The Gentle Heart is one, IV Will she pluck the crimson flower And win Beauty's dower? Will she choose the better part And gain the Gentle Heart? Awhile she weeping waits 97 |