A poor rhyme roughly wrought,
A rose to match thy snow:
All that I had I brought.
Little enough I sought:
But a word compassionate,
A passing glance, or thought,
For me outside the gate:
Little enough I sought.
Little enough I found:
All that you had, perchance!
With the dead leaves on the ground,
I dance the devil’s dance.
All that you had I found.
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Beyond the pale of memory,
A place of shadows utterly,Where never coos the turtle-dove,A world forgotten of the sun:I dreamed we met when day was done,And marvelled at our ancient love.Met there by chance, long kept apart,We wandered through the darkling glades;And that old language of the heartWe sought to speak: alas! poor shades!Over our pallid lips had runThe waters…
Calm, sad, secure; behind high convent walls,
And it is one with them when evening falls,And one with them the cold return of day.These heed not time; their nights and days they makeInto a long returning rosary,Whereon their lives are threaded for Christ’s sake;Meekness and vigilance and chastity.A vowed patrol, in silent companies,Life-long they keep before the living Christ.In the dim church,…
See how the trees and the osiers lithe
The meadows have donned their cape of flowers,The air is soft with the sweet May showers,And the birds make melody:But the spring of the soul, the spring of the soul,Cometh no more for you or for me.The lazy hum of the busy beesMurmureth through the almond trees;The jonquil flaunteth a gay, blonde head,The primrose peeps…
Without, the sullen noises of the street!
Hoarse and blaspheming, surges in to meetThe silent blessing of the Immaculate.Dark is the church, and dim the worshippers,Hushed with bowed heads as though by some old spell.While through the incense-laden air there stirsThe admonition of a silver bell.Dark is the church, save where the altar stands,Dressed like a bride, illustrious with light,Where one old…
If we must part,
Not heart on heart,Nor with the useless anguish of a kiss;But touch mine hand and say:‘Until to-morrow or some other day,If we must part’.Words are so weakWhen love hath been so strong;Let silence speak:‘Life is a little while, and love is long;A time to sow and reap,And after harvest a long time to sleep,But words…
Sleep! Cast thy canopy
Dim grow his memory,When he wake again.Love stays a summer night,Till lights of morning come;Then takes her winged flightBack to her starry home.Sleep! Yet thy days are mine;Love’s seal is over thee:Far though my ways from thine,Dim though thy memory.Love stays a summer night,Till lights of morning come;Then takes her winged flightBack to her starry…