FOR this true nobleness I seek in vain, In woman and in man I find it not; I almost weary of my earthly lot, My life-springs are dried up with burning pain.' Thou find'st it not? I pray thee look again, Look inward through the depths of thine own soul. How is it with thee? Art thou sound and whole ? Doth narrow search show thee no earthly Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindnesses, She hath no scorn of common things, Blessing she is: God made her so, She is most fair, and thereunto She is a woman: one in whom I love her with a love as still And, on its full, deep breast serene, 20 30 40 'MY LOVE, I HAVE NO FEAR 'GREAT TRUTHS ARE PORTIONS THAT THOU SHOULDST DIE' OF THE SOUL OF MAN' My Love, I have no fear that thou shouldst GREAT Truths are portions of the soul of die; Albeit I ask no fairer life than this, Whose numbering-clock is still thy gentle kiss, While Time and Peace with hands enlocked fly; Yet care I not where in Eternity We live and love, well knowing that there is No backward step for those who feel the bliss Of Faith as their most lofty yearnings high: Love hath so purified my being's core, Meseems I scarcely should be startled, even, To find, some morn, that thou hadst gone before; Since, with thy love, this knowledge too was given, Which each calm day doth strengthen more and more, That they who love are but one step from Heaven. 1841. man; (1843.) 1841. And a heart-tremble quivers through the deep; Give me that growth which some perchance deem sleep, Wherewith the steadfast coral-stems uprise, And wearied men shall sit at sunset's hour, Hearing the leaves and loving God's dear power. 1841. The twilight warmth of ruddy embergloom: Thy clear, strong tones will oft bring sudden bloom Of hope secure, to him who lonely cries, Wrestling with the young poet's agonies, Neglect and scorn, which seem a certain doom: Yes! the few words which, like great thunder-drops, Thy large heart down to earth shook doubtfully, Thrilled by the inward lightning of its might, Serene and pure, like gushing joy of light, Shall track the eternal chords of Destiny, After the moon-led pulse of ocean stops. 'OUR LOVE IS NOT A FADING EARTHLY FLOWER' Our love is not a fading earthly flower: Its winged seed dropped down from Paradise, And, nursed by day and night, by sun and shower, Doth momently to fresher beauty rise: Our summer hearts make summer's fulness, where No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen: For nature's life in love's deep life doth lie, Love, whose forgetfulness is beauty's death, Whose mystic key these cells of Thou and I Into the infinite freedom openeth, And makes the body's dark and narrow grate The wide-flung leaves of Heaven's own palace-gate. 30 We find within these souls of ours Within the hearts of all men lie Which blossom into hopes that cannot die, All that hath been majestical And thus, among the untaught poor, O mighty brother-soul of man, Where'er thou art, in low or high, Thy skyey arches with exulting span O'er-roof infinity! 40 |