O sleep, sweet sleep! Whatever form thou takest, thou art fair, Out of Oblivion's well, a healing draught! The Spanish Student JANUARY TWENTY-FIFTH Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth, bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, JANUARY TWENTY-SIXTH The warrior's name would be a name abhorred ! And every nation, that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead Would wear for evermore the curse of Cain ! The Arsenal at Springfield JANUARY TWENTY-SEVENTH Then, through the silence overhead, The trumpet of the angel cast The reign of violence is o'er !" JANUARY TWENTY-EIGHTH Cross against corslet, Hath power o'er the nations! The Occultation of Orion The Saga of King Olaf JANUARY TWENTY-NINTH Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Snow-Flakes Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, In the white countenance confession, JANUARY THIRTY-FIRST This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded; Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded, Snow-Flakes Snow-Flakes O NWARD its course the present keeps, Till life is done; And, did we judge of time aright, FEBRUARY SECOND But at length the feverish day And the night, serene and still, Coplas de Manrique Daylight and Moonlight FEBRUARY THIRD All are sleeping, weary heart! The Spanish Student This life of ours is a wild aeolian harp of many a joyous strain, But under them all there runs a loud perpetual wail, as of souls in pain. The Spanish Student FEBRUARY FIFTH Faith alone can interpret life, and the heart that aches and bleeds with the stigma Of pain, alone bears the likeness of Christ, and can comprehend its dark enigma. The Spanish Student FEBRUARY SIXTH Why should I live? Do I not know With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, And silent lips, and in the soul The secret longings that arise, Which this world never satisfies! Some more, some less, but of the whole Not one quite happy, no, not one! The Spanish Student |