And when the waves reflect the moon’s pale glimmer,
I think of thee.
I see thy form, when down the distant highway
The dust-clouds rise;
In deepest night, above the mountain by-way,
I see thine eyes.
I hear thee when the ocean-tides returning
Loudly rejoice;
And on the lonely moor, in stillness yearning,
I hear thy voice.
I dwell with thee: though thou art far removed,
Yet art thou near.
The sun goes down, the stars shine out, —
Beloved,
Ah, wert thou here!
The guardian walls of Honour made,The roof of Faith is built above,The fire upon the hearth is Love:Though rains descend and loud winds call,This happy house shall never fall.THE DOORSTEADThe lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride:The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside:The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend:This door will…
‘Go out,’ I said, ‘and learn the rule;Come back when you win a prize.’My heart came back again:‘Now where is the prize?’ I cried. —-‘The rule was false, and the prize was pain,And the teacher’s name was Pride.’I put my heart to schoolIn the woods, where veeries sing,And brooks run cool and clear;In the fields,…
One sail in sight upon the lonely seaAnd only one, God knows! For never shipBut mine broke through the icy gates that guardThese waters, greater grown than any sinceWe left the shores of England. We were first,My men, to battle in between the bergsAnd floes to these wide waves. This gulf is mine;I name it!…
And wished again to enter, and exploreThe sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,It seemed some purer voice must speak beforeI dared to tread that garden loved of yore,That Eden lost unknown and found unsought.Then just within the gate I saw a child, —A stranger-child, yet to my heart…
Too Swift for those who Fear,Too Long for those who Grieve,Too Short for those who Rejoice;But for those who Love,Time is not.
But who will give praise to the fulness of light,And sing us a song of the glory of noon?Oh, the high noon, the clear noon,The noon with golden crest;When the blue sky burns, and the great sun turnsWith his face to the way of the west!How swiftly he rose in the dawn of his strength;How…
