Child. XXVI THE SICK CHILD MOTHER, lay your hand on my brow! Mother. Fear not at all: the night is still. Child. Mother, mother, speak low in my ear, I have a fear that I cannot say. What have I done, and what do I fear, Mother. Out in the city, sounds begin; Thank the kind God, the carts come in! IN MEMORIAM F. A. S. ET, O stricken heart, remember, O remember YET How of human days he lived the better part. Doomed to know not Winter, only Spring, a being Came and stayed and went, nor ever ceased to smile. Came and stayed and went, and now when all is finished, You alone have crossed the melancholy stream, Yours the pang, but his, O his, the undiminished Undecaying gladness, undeparted dream. All that life contains of torture, toil, and treason, Shame, dishonour, death, to him were but a name. Here, a boy, he dwelt through all the singing season And ere the day of sorrow departed as he came. DAVOS, 1881. XXVIII TO MY FATHER EACE and her huge invasion to these shores her to the Innumerable loves, uncounted hopes To our wild coasts, not darkling now, approach: These are thy works, O father, these thy crown; In the first hour, the seaman in his skiff Moves through the unmoving bay, to where the town Its earliest smoke into the air upbreathes TO MY FATHER And the rough hazels climb along the beach. To the tugg'd oar the distant echo speaks. The ship lies resting, where by reef and roost Thou and thy lights have led her like a child. This hast thou done, and I—can I be base? XXIX IN THE STATES ITH half a heart I wander here WITH As from an age gone by A brother-yet though young in years, You speak another tongue than mine, Youth shall grow great and strong and free, To-morrow for the States- for me, SAN FRANCISCO. |