KATHARINE W That trembles in a forest place E see you as we see a face Upon the mirror of a pool I XX TO F. J. S. READ, dear friend, in your dear face Your life's tale told with perfect grace; The river of your life, I trace Up the sun-chequered, devious bed Not one quick beat of your warm heart, But as some lone, wood-wandering child REQUIEM INDER the wide and starry sky, UNDE Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here be lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the bunter home from the bill. XXII THE CELESTIAL SURGEON F I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain:Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit broad awake; Or, Lord, if too obdurate I, Choose thou, before that spirit die, A piercing pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in! OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS UT of the sun, out of the blast, OUT Out of the world, alone I passed Poor passionate men, still clothed afresh And musing Memory-Hold-the-door And now uncurtain fresh delight: |