III. SEPARATION. STOP Not to me, at this departing, Speak of the sure consolations of Time. Fresh be the wound, still-renew'd be its smarting, But, if the steadfast commandment of Nature Me let no half-effac'd memories cumber! Then, when we meet, and thy look strays towards me, Scanning my face and the changes wrought there, Who, let me say, is this Stranger regards me, With the gray eyes, and the lovely brown hair? IV. ON THE RHINE. VAIN is the effort to forget. Some day I shall be cold, I know, Vain is the agony of grief. 'Tis true, indeed, an iron knot Ties straitly up from mine thy lot, And were it snapt — thou lov'st me not! But is despair relief? Awhile let me with thought have done; And as this brimm'd unwrinkled Rhine And that far purple mountain line Lie sweetly in the look divine Of the slow sinking sun; So let me lie, and calm as they Let beam upon my inward view Eyes too expressive to be blue, Ah Quiet, all things feel thy balm! 18 V. LONGING. COME to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to me. Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth, Come now, And part my hair, and kiss my brow, And say My love! why sufferest thou? Come to me in my dreams, and then For then the night will more than pay SELF-DECEPTION. SAY, what blinds us, that we claim the glory Long, long since, undower'd yet, our spirit Roam'd, ere birth, the treasuries of God; Saw the gifts, the powers it might inherit; Ask'd an outfit for its earthly road. Then, as now, this tremulous, eager Being Strain'd, and long'd, and grasp'd each gift it saw. Then, as now, a Power beyond our seeing Stav'd us back, and gave our choice the law. Ah, whose hand that day through heaven guided Man's blank spirit, since it was not we? Ah, who sway'd our choice, and who decided What our gifts, and what our wants should be? |