What bright things, hid from star and foam,
Lay in her heart for thee!
The stormy billows heave and dip,
The wild winds veer and play;
But, regnant all, God’s stately ship
Is steering home this way!
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Obedient to his mother’s wordMy child to banishment retires.As disappears the moon, when windHeaps miles of mist her visage o’er,So vanisheth his face behindThe cloud of his white pinafore.I cannot then come near my child-A gulf between of gainful loss;He to the infinite exiled-I waiting, for I cannot cross.Ah then, what wonder, passing show,The Isis-veil…
Great-hearted child, thy very being
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I.
A wind-mocked kite, between the earth and sky,All out of doors-alas! of thy doors out,And drenched in dews no summer suns can dry.For every blast is passion of my own;The dews cold sweats of selfish agony;Dank vapour steams from memories lying prone;And all my soul is but a stifled cry.II.Lord, thou dost hold my string,…
The hinges are so rusty
The windows are so dustyThe sun looks in aghast:Knock out the glass, I pray,Or dash the door away,Or break the house down bodily,And let my soul go free!
I.
One early harvest morn;The corn stood ripe on either hand-He knew all about the corn.How shall the harvest gathered beWithout him standing by?Without him walking on the lea,The sky is scarce a sky.The year’s glad work is almost done;The land is rich in fruit;Yellow it floats in air and sun-Earth holds it by the root.Why…
I said, I will arise and work some thing,
A life around me, clear as yes from no,That to my restless hand some rest may bring,And give a vital power to Action’s spring:Thus, I must cease to be! I cried; when, lo!An angel stood beside me on the snow,With folded wings that came of pondering.‘God’s glory flashes on the silence hereBeneath the moon,’ he…