LOVE HOUSELESS. I. THE cold earth slept below; With a chilling sound, From caves of ice and fields of snow 2. The wintry hedge was black; On the bare thorn's breast, Whose roots, beside the pathway track, 3. Thine eyes glowed in the glare As a fen-fire's beam On a sluggish stream Gleams dimly, so the moon shone there; And it yellowed the strings of thy tangled hair, That shook in the wind of night. 4. The moon made thy lips pale, beloved; The wind made thy bosom chill; The night did shed On thy dear head Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie Where the bitter breath of the naked sky P. B. Shelley. 264 A PARTING IN DREAMLAND. A PARTING IN DREAMLAND. Αδιστος ἀφεμένων. AMONG the poppies by the well Making the light of summer grey; Whose eyes were eyes of Seraphim. But ere I slept, while still it seemed Above the poppy-heads that fling For there He stood whose eyes are eyes Seemed quivering with the winds of sighs; Burned not, but showered well-heads of tears Yea, and his heart fed living fire; And both his cheeks like ashes wan Were cinders of a spent desire For lack of food to feed upon: Therewith the Spirit smiled and spake Words sweet as breath from buds that break: "I go; take now, dear soul, thy rest; Slumber beneath the poppy-flowers! The mole within her winter nest Be not so folded from sad hours As thou, who of the thought of me Eatest Nepenthé wearily. "I go; but when thy dream is o'er, When thou awakest cold perchance, "Think then of me: though hence I go; Though I am withered, worn, and old, He spake; and fire with sudden pain Flashed in his face. Then slumber fell Upon my lids like summer rain; And through faint dreams the terrible Flame of that head, of those wild eyes, Died; and my sleep was Paradise. John Addington Symonds. 266 LOVED ONCE. LOVED ONCE. I CLASSED, appraising once, Earth's lamentable sounds; the "well-a-day," The jarring "yea" and "nay," The fall of kisses on unanswering clay, The sobbed "farewell," the "welcome" mournfuller;But all did leaven the air With a less bitter leaven of sure despair, Than these words-"I loved once." And who saith, "I loved once?" Not angels, whose clear eyes love, love foresee, Love through eternity! Who, by to love, do apprehend to be. Not God, called Love, his noble crown-name, casting A light too broad for blasting! The Great God, changing not from everlasting, Saith never, "I loved once." Oh, never is "Loved once." Thy word, thou Victim-Christ, misprized friend? Thy cross and curse may rend; But, having loved, Thou lovest to the end! Man desecrates the eternal God-word, love, How say ye, "We loved once," Blasphemers? Is your earth not cold enow, Mourners, without that snow? Ah, friends! and would ye wrong each other so? Whose prayers have met your own, Whose tears have fallen for you, whose smiles have shone, Such words, "We loved them once?" Could ye "We loved her once" Say calm of me, sweet friends, when out of sight? When hearts of better right Stand in between me and your happy light? And when, as flowers kept too long in shade, Ye find my colours fade, And all that is not love in me, decayed? Could ye "We loved her once" Say cold of me, when further put away When mute the lips which deprecate to day?— Of those who sit and love you up in heaven Say not, "We loved them once." Say never, ye loved once! God is too near above, the grave beneath, Too quick in mysteries of life and death, There comes no change to justify that change, |