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THE QUIET PILGRIM.
They know me not, as on I glide,
Yea, softly! heart of hearts unknown.
THE OTHER FACE OF NIGHT.
I SORROWED, slept; and this
dream : I looked, and saw large Hesper gleam Right in the east, above the bar Of morning mists, – a morning star. Full-lustred, tremulous, he stood, Throbbing on silent stream and wood. 6 Behold !” I cried, “ that watcher bright, Who trims the lamp of jealous Night, Hath on a stolen errand gone, To do the service of the Dawn.”
Then spake a voice, serene in air : “ Thou art new-come, nor yet aware How the calm heavens of the dead Above thee and around are spread; So marvelest thou that Hesper clear Doth in the van of Dawn appear. But from thy brow chase vexing thought, And be thou apt, and soothly taught: The star of eve to sorrowing men Is morning star in spirits' ken. Thou seest the other face of Night, And planets flushed with Orient light.”
I dreamed, and woke, and did rejoice,
Out of the West what word,
(O voiceful wind!)
Say if the elfin bird
All the day long!
Out of the West this word,
(O lover blind !)
Hath hunted the elfin bird
THE PASSING OF THE LETTERS.
THE mail from the east and the mail from the west
A thunder of wheels a rushing blast! The drowsy travelers never guessed
What voices arose as the two trains passed.
“ Tell him you met me, tell him I fly!
“ That will I! Tell her I stay not nor rest! Thus greeted Love's messengers speeding by, One from the east and one from the west.
The root is hard to loose From hold of earth by mortals ; but Gods' power Can all things do. 'Tis black, but bears a flower As white as milk. (CHAPMAN's Homer.)
TRAVELER, pluck a stem of moly,
If thou touch at Circe's isle, -
To undo enchanter's wile !