5. LONGING. COME to me in my dreams, and then For then the night will more than pay Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, As kind to others as to me! Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth, Come now, and let me dream it truth; And part my hair, and kiss my brow, And say: My love! why sufferest thou? Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. DESPONDENCY. THE thoughts that rain their steady glow Like stars on life's cold sea, Which others know, or say they know They never shone for me. Thoughts light, like gleams, my spirit's sky, But they will not remain. They light me once, they hurry by; And never come again. SELF-DECEPTION. SAY, what blinds us, that we claim the glory -Since man woke on earth, he knows his story, Long, long since, undower'd yet, our spirit Then, as now, this tremulous, eager being Strain'd and long'd and grasp'd each gift it saw; Then, as now, a Power beyond our seeing Staved us back, and gave our choice the law. Ah, whose hand that day through Heaven guided Man's new spirit, since it was not we? Ah, who sway'd our choice, and who decided What our gifts, and what our wants should be? For, alas! he left us each retaining Shreds of gifts which he refused in full. And on earth we wander, groping, reeling; Ah! and he, who placed our master-feeling, We but dream we have our wish'd-for powers, Ends we seek we never shall attain. Ah! some power exists there, which is ours? Some end is there, we indeed may gain? DOVER BEACH. THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;-on the French coast the light Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land, Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Egæan, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow |