(Too early worn and grimed) with sweet Cool deathly touch to these tired feet, Till days go out which now go on. Only to lift the turf unmown From off the earth where it has grown, What harm would that do? Green anon From gracious Nature have I won So, lizard-like, within her side, And there be safe, who now am tried By days that painfully go on? -A Voice reproves me thereupon, More sweet than Nature's, when the drone Of bees is sweetest, and more deep, The shuddering pines, and thunder on. God's Voice, not Nature's-night and noon DE PROFUNDIS. He reigns above, he reigns alone: He reigns below, He reigns alone,- By anguish which made pale the sun, -Take from my head the thorn-wreath brown! No mortal grief deserves that crown. O supreme Love, chief misery, The sharp regalia are for Thee 289 Perhaps the cup was broken here That heaven's new wine might show more clear. I praise Thee while my days go on. I praise Thee while my days go on; I love Thee while my days go on! Through dark and dearth, through fire and frost, And, having in thy life-depth thrown ... Life. HORT days flying, swift years rolling Ere we understand our longings Cares and wishes crowd together, Changing ever in the breast: With the morning comes the knowledge, Brings us that for which we sigh. Yes, from out the brightest morning Lost occasion brings the mind! Then, when evening closes on thee, Only peace and holy stillness Like the tender rose-leaf be. Tears, Idle Tears. EARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean; In looking on the happy autumn fields, Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; |