Homeward I come, to claim no victory-cross:
I only faced the foe, and did not flee.
Similar Posts
Still am I haunting
Still they are pantingUp thy steep stairs!Wouldst thou not ratherCome down to my heart,And there, O my Father,Be what thou art?
1.
Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now old, to do-with better sight,And humbler heart, if not the brain of youth;So wilt thou, in thy gentleness and ruth,Lead back thy old soul, by the path of pain,Round to his best-young eyes and heart and brain.2.A dim aurora rises in my east,Beyond…
Days of old,
Ye are not cold,But like the summer-birds fled o’er some sea.The sun brings back the swallows fastO’er the sea;When he cometh at the last,The days of old come back to me.
Oh how oft I wake and find
I am never from thy mind:Thou it is that wakest me.
I took it for a bird of prey that soared
‘Twas but a bird-moth, which with limp horns goredThe invisibly obstructing window-pane!Better than eagle, with far-towering nerveBut downward bent, greedy, marauding eye,Guest of the flowers, thou art: unhurt they serveThee, little angel of a lower sky!
I.
See, they cannot rest!With a hope, which awe assuages,Tremble all the blest.For the son and heir eternal,To be son yet more,Leaves his stately chair supernalFor the earth’s low floor;Leaves the room so high and old,Leaves the all-world hearth,Seeks the out-air, frosty-cold,Of the twilight earth-To be throned in newer gloryIn a mother’s lap,Gather up our broken…