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SONG FROM “JAMES LEE.”
OH, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet For the ripple to run over in its mirth :
Listening the while, where on the heap of stones The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
| That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;
Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows. If you loved only what were worth your love, Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you.
Make the low nature better by your throes ! Give earth yourself, go up for gain above !
A WOMAN'S LAST WORD
LET 's contend no more, Love,
Strive nor weep :
What so wild as words are ?
I and thou
Hawk on bough!
Not to-night :
Out of sight :
-Must a little weep, Love,
(Foolish me !)
Loved by thee.
MEETING AT NIGHT.
THE grey sea and the long black land;
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach ;
PARTING AT MORNING.
ROUND the cape of a sudden came the sea,
WOMEN AND ROSES.
I DREAM of a red-rose tree.
II Round and round, like a dance of snow In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go Floating the women faded for ages, Sculptured in stone, on the poet's pages. Then follow women fresh and gay, Living and loving and loved to-day. Last, in the rear, flee the multitude of maidens, Beauties yet unborn. And all, to one cadence, They circle their rose on my rose tree.
Dear rose, thy term is reached,
How shall I fix you, fire you, freeze you,
Dear rose, thy joy 's 'undimmed :
Dear rose without a thorn,
Wings, lend wings for the cold, the clear !