- not through his We shall march prospering, presence; Songs may inspirit us, not from his lyre; Deeds will be done, while he boasts his quies cence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire: Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more declined, one more footpath untrod, One more devil's-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God! Life's night begins: let him never come back to us! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part-the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again! Best fight on well, for we taught him strike gallantly, Menace our heart ere we master his own; Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us, Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne! THIS MISCONCEPTIONS HIS is a spray the Bird clung to, Was the poor spray's, which the flying feet hung to, So to be singled out, built in, and sung to! This is a heart the Queen leant on, Thrilled in a minute erratic, Ere the true bosom she bent on, Oh, what a fancy ecstatic Was the poor heart's, ere the wanderer went on Love to be saved for it, proffered to, spent on! THE LOST MISTRESS ALL'S over, then: does truth sound bitter Α As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly, One day more bursts them open fully You know the red turns gray. To-morrow we meet the same then, dearest? May I take your hand in mine? Mere friends are we, well, friends the merest Keep much that I resign. Each glance of the eye so bright and black, Your voice, when you wish the snowdrops back, Though it stay in my soul for ever! Yet I will but say what mere friends say, Or only a thought stronger; I will hold your hand but as long as all may, THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER SAID I - Then, dearest, since 'tis so, Since now at length my fate I know, Since nothing all my love avails, Since all, my life seem'd meant for, fails, Since this was written and needs must be My whole heart rises up to bless Your name in pride and thankfulness ! Only a memory of the same, I claim - And this beside, if you will not blame; Your leave for one more last ride with me. My mistress bent that brow of hers, With life or death in the balance: right! Who knows but the world may end to-night? Hush! if you saw some western cloud sun's And moon's and evening-star's at once Thus leant she and linger'd — joy and fear! Thus lay she a moment on my breast. Then we began to ride. My soul What need to strive with a life awry? Had I said that, had I done this, Fail I alone, in words and deeds? |