One love only to be given.
Star that gathers all stars’ glory
Rose all sweetness of the rest;
Love that is all life’s glad story.
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Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead–
most natural and so indifferentas if the tale ran that a while agothere died a man I talked with a chance hourwhen he by chance was near me. If I spoke‘Good news for us but ill news for the deadwhen the gods sweep a villain down to them,’’twas the prompt trick of words, like a…
‘I AM Joy,’ she said; but her voice was low,
‘I am Love ‘; but her eyes lacked Love’s quick glow,And the tear that springs after;‘I am Life’; but she seemed too calm, too still,Like one who waits, but forgets to-morrow;Then she took my hand, and I did her will,And knew she was Sorrow.And she led me on through the world we see,Where smiles are…
If I should die this night, (as well might be,
And they should come at morn and look on meLying more white than I am wont, and stillIn the strong silence of unchanging sleep,And feel upon my brow the deepening chill,And know me gathered to His time-long keep,The quiet watcher over all men’s rest,And weep as those around a death-bed weep —There would no anguish…
WHY did the star leave the sky,
Shone she not high and hallowed and fair?Could she not tarry her life-time there?Why must she fall and fade?She had heaven nigh.I of the earth, I would she had stayedIn her lonely air.Higher than love lived my star,My clear, cold star.Why must she droop to our mists below?Ah, for the glory of long ago!Ah, for…
(The Doubter lays aside his book.)
is this all you will teach me? I in the darkreaching my hand for you to help me forthto the happy sunshine where you stand, ‘Oh shame,to be in the dark there, prisoned!’ answer you;‘there are ledges somewhere there by which strong feetmight scale to daylight: I would lift you outwith just a touch, but…
YOUNG May sat fainting and chill,
She looked and hated the sky,Yet knew not what was her ill.Ah well-a-day!For the lonely May.She tired of weeping, and slept;Who woke her up but the Sun?And joy and love had begunTo teach her why she had weptOh bright new dayFor the startled May!