FOREPLEDGED O WOMAN, let thy heart not cleave To any poet's soul; For he the muse will never leave, But follow to life's goal. Then trust him not, he is not thine, His words with passion are athrill, He knows the charmer's perfect skill But love him not, his love is woe; The genius at his side Would prove for thee a fatal foe Wert thou his wedded bride. FROM "GOD AND THE SOUL" NATURE AND THE CHILD FOR many bessings I to God upraise Still with me even in the darkest ways. And glad as brook that through a meadow strays. O balmy air, O orchards white with bloom, Invites to pensive dreams of worlds unseen, That it may glow with a more perfect grace, And bear a nobler life through boundless space, Till time shall bring eternity in sight. To higher worlds and dwell in purer sky; THE VOID BETWEEN WHEN from the gloom of earth we see the sky, The happy stars seem each to other near, And their low-whispered words we almost hear, As in sweet company they smile or sigh. near. And so men's souls seem close together bound, But worlds immeasurable lie between, AT THE NINTH HOUR ELI, Eli, lama sabacthani ? O sadder than the ocean's wailing moan, Sadder than homes whence life and joy have flown, Than graves where those we love in darkness lie; More full of anguish than all agony For this, this only is infinite pain: |