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Title: A Woman's Love Letters

Author: Sophie M. Almon-Hensley

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The Fleur de Lis Poets.

A WOMAN'S
LOVE LETTERS.

BY SOPHIE M. ALMON-HENSLEY

crest

NEW YORK. J. SELWIN TAIT
AND SONS, NUMBER SIXTY-FIVE
FIFTH AVENUE.

Copyright, 1895
BY
J. SELWIN TAIT & SONS
New York

CONTENTS.

A Dream,1
Dream-Song,8
Doubt,9
Song,13
Anticipation,14
Song,18
Misunderstanding,19
Shadow-Song,23
Revulsion,24
A Song of Dawn,27
Weariness,28
A Song of Rest,31
Death,33
Battle-Song,38
Content,39
Sea-Song,42
Gratitude,44
Song,48
Prayer,49
Song,53
Loneliness,54
Sea-Song,57
Incompleteness,59
Song,65
Life's Joys,65
Song,70
Barter,72
Song,76
To-morrow,78
Song,82

[Pg 1]

A Dream.

I stood far off above the haunts of men
 Somewhere, I know not, when the sky was dim
 From some worn glory, and the morning hymn
 Of the gay oriole echoed from the glen.
 Wandering, I felt earth's peace, nor knew I sought
 A visioned face, a voice the wind had caught.
I passed the waking things that stirred and gazed,
 Thought-bound, and heeded not; the waking flowers
 Drank in the morning mist, dawn's tender showers,
 [Pg 2] And looked forth for the Day-god who had blazed
 His heart away and died at sundown. Far
 In the gray west faded a loitering star.
It seemed that I had wandered through long years,
 A life of years, still seeking gropingly
 A thing I dared not name; now I could see
 In the still dawn a hope, in the soft tears
 Of the deep-hearted violets a breath
 Of kinship, like the herald voice of Death.
Slow moved the morning; where the hill was bare
 Woke a reluctant breeze. Dimly I knew
 My Day was come. The wind-blown blossoms threw
 Their breath about me, and the pine-swept air
 Grew to a shape, a mighty, formless thing,
 A phantom of the wood's imagining.
 [Pg 3]
And as I gazed, spell-bound, it seemed to move
 Its tendril limbs, still swaying tremulously
 As if in spirit-doubt; then glad and free
 Crystalled the being won from waiting grove
 Into a human likeness. There he stood,
 The vine-browed shape of Nature's mortal mood.
"Now have I found thee, Vision I have sought
 These years, unknowing; surely thou art fair
 And inly wise, and on thy tasselled hair
 Glows Heaven's own light. Passion and fame are naught
 To thy clear eyes, O Prince of many lands,—
 Grant me thy joy," I cried, and stretched my hands.
No answer but the flourish of the breeze
 Through the black pines. Then, slowly, as the wind
 [Pg 4] Parts the dense cloud-forms, leaving naught behind
 But shapeless vapor, through the budding trees
 Drifted some force unseen, and from my sight
 Faded my god into the morning light.
Again alone. With wistful, straining eyes
 I waited, and the sunshine flecked the bank
 Happy with arbutus and violets where I sank
 Hearing, near by, a host of melodies,
 The rapture of the woodthrush; soft her mood
 The love-mate, with such golden numbers woo'd.
He ceased; the fresh moss-odors filled the grove
 With a strange sweetness, the dark hemlock boughs
 Moved soft, as though they heard the brooklet rouse
 To its spring soul, and whisper low of love.
 [Pg 5] The white-robed birches stood unbendingly
 Like royal maids, in proud expectancy.
Athwart the ramage where the young leaves press
 It came to me, ah, call it what you will
 Vision or waking dream, I see it still!
 Again a form born of the woodland stress
 Grew to my gaze, and by some secret sign
 Though shadow-hid, I knew the form was thine.
The glancing sunlight made thy ruddy hair
 A crown of gold, but on thy spirit-face
 There was no smile, only a tender grace
 Of love half doubt. Upon thy hand a rare
 Wild bird of Paradise perched fearlessly
 With radiant plumage and still, lustrous eye.
And as I gazed I saw what I had deemed
 A shadow near thy hand, a dusky wing,
 A bird like last year's leaves, so dull a thing
 Beside its fellow; as the sunshine gleamed
 [Pg 6] Each breast showed letters bright as crystalled rain,
 The fair bird bore "Delight," the other "Pain."
Then came thy voice: "O Love, wilt have my gift?"
 I stretched my glad hands eagerly to grasp
 The heaven-blown bird, gold-hued, and longed to clasp
 It close and know it mine. Ere I might lift
 The shining thing and hold it to my breast
 Again I heard thy voice with vague unrest.
"These are twin birds and may not parted be."
 Full in thine eyes I gazed, and read therein
 The paradox of life, of love, of sin,
 As on a night of cloud and mystery
 One darting flash makes bright the hidden ways,
 And feet tread knowingly though thick the haze.
 [Pg 7]
Thy gift, if so I chose,—no other hand
 Save thine.—I reached and gathered to my heart
 The quivering, sentient things.—Sometimes I start
 To know them hidden there.—If I should stand
 Idly, some day, and one,—God help me!—breast
 A homing breeze,—my brown bird knows its nest.
 [Pg 8]

Dream-Song.

Cam'st thou not nigh to me
 In that one glimpse of thee
 When thy lips, tremblingly,
 Said: "My Beloved."
 'Twas but a moment's space,
 And in that crowded place
 I dared not scan thy face
 O! my Beloved.
Yet there may come a time
 (Though loving be a crime
 Only allowed in rhyme
 To us, Beloved),
 When safe 'neath sheltering arm
 I may, without alarm,
 Hear thy lips, close and warm,
 Murmur: "Beloved!"
 [Pg 9]

Doubt.

I do not know if all the fault be mine,
 Or why I may not think of thee and be
 At peace with mine own heart. Unceasingly
 Grim doubts beset me, bygone words of thine
 Take subtle meaning, and I cannot rest
 Till all my fears and follies are confessed.
Perhaps the wild wind's questioning has brought
 My heart its melancholy, for, alone
 In the night stillness, I can hear him moan
 In sobbing gusts, as though he vainly sought
 Some bygone bliss. Against the dripping pane
 In storm-blown torrents beats the driving rain.
 [Pg 10]
Nay I will tell thee all, I will not hide
 One thought from thee, and if I do thee wrong
 So much the more must I be brave and strong
 To show my fault. And if thou then shouldst chide
 I will accept reproof most willingly
 So it but bringeth peace to thee and me.
I dread thy past. Phantoms of other days
 Pursue my vision. There are other hands
 Which thou hast held, perchance some slender bands
 That draw thee still to other woodland ways
 Than those which we have known, some blissful hours
 I do not share, of love, and June, and flowers.
I dread her most, that woman whom thou knewest
 Those years ago,—I cannot bear to think
 That she can say: "My lover praised the pink
 [Pg 11] Of palm, or ear," "The violets were bluest
 In that dear copse," and dream of some fair day
 When thou didst while her summer hours away.
I dread them too, those light loves and desires
 That lie in the dim shadow of the years;
 I fain would cheat myself of all my fears
 And, as a child watching warm winter fires,
 Dream not of yesterday's black embers, nor
 To-morrow's ashes that may strew the floor.
I did not dream of this while thou wert near,
 But now the thought that haunts me day by day
 Is that the things I love, the tender way
 Of mastery, the kisses that are dear
 As Heaven's best gifts, to other lips and arms
 Owe half their blessedness and all their charms.
 [Pg 12]
Tell me that I am wrong, O! Man of men,
 Surely it is not hard to comfort me,
 Laugh at my fears with dear persistency,
 Nay, if thou must, lie to me! There, again,
 I hear the rain, and the wind's wailing cry
 Stirs with wild life the night's monotony.
 [Pg 13]

Song.

If I had known
 That when the morrow dawned the roses would be dead
 I would have filled my hands with blossoms white and red.
 If I had known!
If I had known
 That I should be to-day deaf to all happy birds
 I would have lain for hours to listen to your words.
 If I had known!
If I had known
 That with the morning light you would be gone for aye
 I would have been more kind;—sweet Love had won his way
 If I had known.
 [Pg 14]

Anticipation.

Let us peer forward through the dusk of years
 And force the silent future to reveal
 Her store of garnered joys; we may not kneel
 For ever, and entreat our bliss with tears.
 Somewhere on this drear earth the sunshine lies,
 Somewhere the air breathes Heaven-blown harmonies.
Some day when you and I have fully learned
 Our waiting-lesson, wondering, hand in hand
 We shall gaze out upon an unknown land,
 Our thoughts and our desires forever turned
 From our old griefs, as swallows, home warding,
 Sweep ever southward with unwearied wing.
 [Pg 15]
We shall fare forth, comrades for evermore.
 Though the ill-omened bird Time loves to bear
 Has brushed this cheek and left an impress there
 I shall be fierce and dauntless as of yore,
 Free as a bird o'er the wide world to rove,
 And strong and fearless, O my Love, to love.
What have we now? The haunting, vague unrest
 Of incompleted measures; and we dream
 Vainly, of the Musician and His theme,
 How the great Master in a day most blest
 Shall strike some mighty chords in harmony,
 And make an end, and set the music free!
We snatch from Fate our moments of delight,
 Few as, in April hours, the wooing calls
 Of orioles, or when the twilight falls
 First o'er the forest ere the approach of night
[Pg 16] The eyes of evening;—and Love's song is sung
 But once, Dear Heart, but once, and we are young.
Over the seas together, you and I,
 'Neath blue Italian skies, or on the hills
 Of storied Greece,—where the warm sunlight fills
 Spain's mellow vineyards,—wandering reverently
 O'er the green plains of Palestine,—our days
 A golden holiday in Old World ways.
Yet would we linger not by southern shores;
 The bracing breath of Scandinavian snows
 Would draw us from our dreams. The North wind blows
 Upon thy cheek, my Norseman, and the roars
 Of the wild Baltic sound within my ears
 When to my dreams thy stalwart form appears.
 [Pg 17]
This will the future bring. See! Thou hast given
 From out the fulness of thy strength and will
 This courage to me. Though the rugged hill
 Looms high, and fronts our vision, yet our heaven
 (I see it when I sleep) with portals wide
 And shining towers, gleams on the farther side.
 [Pg 18]

Song.

"Tshirr!" scolds the oriole
 Where the elms stir,
 Flaunting her gourd-like nest
 On the tree's swaying crest:
 "May's here, I cannot rest,
 Go away; tshirr!"
"Tshirr!" scolds the oriole
 Where the leaves blur,
 Giving her threads a jerk,
 Spying where rivals lurk,
 "May's here, and I'm at work.
 Go away, tshirr!"
 [Pg 19]

Misunderstanding.

Spring's face is wreathed in smiles. She had been driven
 Hither and thither at the surly will
 Of treacherous winds till her sweet heart was chill.
 Into her grasp the sceptre has been given
 And now she touches with a proud young hand
 The earth, and turns to blossoms all the land.
We catch the smile, the joyousness, the pride,
 And share them with her. Surely winter gloom
 Is for the old, and frost is for the tomb.
 Youth must have pleasure, and the tremulous tide
 [Pg 20] Of sun-kissed waves, and all the golden fire
 Of Summer's noontide splendor of desire.
I have forgotten,—for the breath of buds
 Is on my temples, if in former days
 I have known sorrow; I remember praise,
 And calm content, and joy's great ocean-floods,
 And many dreams so sweet that, in their place,
 We would not welcome even Truth's fair face.
O Man to whom my heart hast leaned, dost know
 Aught of my life? Sometimes a strong despair
 Enters my soul and finds a lodging there;
 Thou dost not know me, and the years will go
 As these last months have gone, and I shall be
 Still far, still a strange woman unto thee.
 [Pg 21]
I do not blame thee. If there is a fault
 Let it be mine, for surely had I tried
 The door of my heart's home to open wide
 No need had been for even Love's assault.
 And yet, methinks, somewhere there is a key
 Thou mightest have found, and entered happily.
I am no saint niched in a hallowed wall
 For men to worship, but I would compel
 A level gaze. You teachers who would tell
 A woman's place I do defy you all!
 While justice lives, and love with joy is crowned
 Woman and man must meet on equal ground.
The deepest wrong is falsehood. She who sells
 Her soul and body for a little gain
 In ease, or the world's notice, has a stain
 Upon her soul no lighter for the bells
 [Pg 22] Of marriage rites, and purer far is she
 Who gives her all for love's sad ecstasy.
Canst thou not understand a nature strong
 And passionate, with impulses that sway,
 With yearning tenderness that must have way,
 Yet knows no ill desire, no touch of wrong?
 If thou canst not then in God's name I pray
 See me no more forever from this day.
 [Pg 23]

Shadow Song.

The night is long
 And there are no stars,—
 Let me but dream
 That the long fields gleam
 With sunlight and song,
 Then I shall not long
 For the light of stars.
Let me but dream,—
 For there are no stars,—
 Dream that the ache
 And the wild heart-break
 Are but things that seem.
 Ah! let me dream
 For there are no stars.
 [Pg 24]

Revulsion.

I see the starting buds, I catch the gleam
 In the near distance of a sun-kissed pool,
 The blessed April air blows soft and cool,
 Small wonder if all sorrow grows a dream,
 And we forget that close around us lie
 A city's poor, a city's misery.
Of every outward vision there is some
 Internal counterpart. To-day I know
 The blessedness of living, and the glow
 Of life's dear spring-tide. I can bid thee come
 In thought and wander where the fields are fair
 With bursting life, and I, rejoicing, there.
Yet have I passed, Beloved, through the vale
 Of dark dismay, and felt the dews of death
 Upon my brow, have measured out my breath
 [Pg 25] Counting my hours of joy, as misers quail
 At every footfall in the quiet night
 And clutch their gold and count it in affright.
I learned new lessons in that school of fear,
 Life took a fresh perspective; sad and brave
 The view is from the threshold of the grave.
 In that long, backward glance I saw her clear
 From fogs of gathering night, and all the show
 Of small things that seemed great a while ago.
Our dreams of fame, the stubborn power we call
 Our self-respect, our hopes of worldly good,
 Our jealousies and fears, how in the flood
 Of this new light they faded, poor and small;
 [Pg 26] Showing our pettiness beside God's truth,
 Besides His age our poor, unlearned youth.
The earth yearns forth, impatient for the days
 Of its maturity, the ample sweets
 Of Summer's fulness; and its great heart beats
 With a fierce restlessness, for Spring delays
 Seeing her giddy reign end all too soon,
 Her bud-crown ravished by the hand of June.
And I,—I shall be happy,—promise me
 This one small thing, Beloved, for I long
 For happiness as the caged bird for song.
 Not where four walls close in the melody
 I want the fresh, sweet air, the water's gush,
 The strong, sane life with thee, the summer hush.
 [Pg 27]

A Song of Dawn.

In the east a lightening;
 Where the woods are chill
 Moves an unseen finger,
 Wakes a sudden thrill;
In my soul a glimmer,
 Hush! no words are heard!
 In heart-ambush hidden
 Chirrup of a bird;
Tremble heart and forest
 Like a frightened fawn,
 Gleam the distant tree-tops,
 Hither comes the dawn!
 [Pg 28]

Weariness.

This April sun has wakened into cheer
 The wintry paths of thought, and tinged with gold
 These threadbare leaves of fancy brown and old.
 This is for us the wakening of the year
 And May's sweet breath will draw the waiting soul
 To where in distance lies the longed-for goal.
The summer life will still all questioning,
 The leaves will whisper peace, and calm will be
 The wild, vast, blue, illimitable sea.
 And we shall hush our murmurings, and bring
 To Nature, green below and blue above,
 A whole life's worshipping, a whole life's love.
 [Pg 29]
We will not speak of sometime fretting fears,
 We will not think of aught that may arise
 In future hours to cloud our golden skies.
 Some souls there are who love their woes and tears,
 Gaining their joy by contrast, but for thee
 And me, Beloved, peace is ecstasy.
It was not always so, there was a time
 When I would choose the rocky mountain way,
 And climb the hills of doubt to find the day.
 Fresh effort brought fresh zest, and winter's rime
 Chilled not but crowned endeavor, and the heat
 Of summer thrilled, and made the pulses beat.
But now I am so weary that I turn
 From labor with a shudder, and from pain
 [Pg 30] As from an enemy; I see no gain
 In suffering, and cleansing fires must burn
 As keenly as desire, so let me know
 Quiet with thee, and twilight's afterglow.
I, who have boasted of my strength and will,
 And ventured daring flights, and stood alone
 In fearless, flushed defiance, I have grown
 Humble, and seek another hand to fill
 Life's cup, and other eyes to pierce the skies
 Of Wisdom's dear, sad, mighty mysteries.
Ah! I will lie so quiet in thine arms
 I will not stir thee; and thy whisperings
 Shall teach me patience, and so many things
 I have not learned as yet. And all alarms
 Will melt in peace when, safe from tempest's rage
 My wind-tossed ship has found its anchorage.
 [Pg 31]

A Song of Rest.

The world may rage without,
 Quiet is here;
 Statesmen may toil and shout,
 Cynics may sneer;
 The great world—let it go—
 June warmth be March's snow,
 I care not—be it so
 Since I am here.
Time was when war's alarm
 Called for a fear,
 When sorrow's seeming harm
 Hastened a tear;
 Naught care I now what foe
 Threatens, for scarce I know
 How the year's seasons go
 Since I am here.
 [Pg 32]
This is my resting-place
 Holy and dear,
 Where Pain's dejected face
 May not appear.
 This is the world to me,
 Earth's woes I will not see
 But rest contentedly
 Since I am here.
Is't your voice chiding, Love,
 My mild career?
 My meek abiding, Love,
 Daily so near?
 "Danger and loss" to me?
 Ah, Sweet, I fear to see
 No loss but loss of Thee
 And I am here.
 [Pg 33]

Death.

If days should pass without a written word
 To tell me of thy welfare, and if days
 Should lengthen out to weeks, until the maze
 Of questioning fears confused me, and I heard.
 Life-sounds as echoes; and one came and said
 After these weeks of waiting: "He is dead!"
Though the quick sword had found the vital part,
 And the life-blood must mingle with the tears,
 I think that, as the dying soldier hears
 The cries of victory, and feels his heart
 [Pg 34] Surge with his country's triumph-hour, I could
 Hope bravely on, and feel that God was good.
I could take up my thread of life again
 And weave my pattern though the colors were
 Faded forever. Though I might not dare
 Dream often of thee, I should know that when
 Death came to thee upon thy lips my name
 Lingered, and lingers ever without blame.
Aye, lingers ever. Though we may not know
 Much that our spirits crave, yet is it given
 To us to feel that in the waiting Heaven
 Great souls are greater, and if God bestow
 A mighty love He will not let it die
 Through the vast ages of eternity.
 [Pg 35]
But if some day the bitter knowledge swept
 Down on my life,—bearing my treasured freight
 To founder on the shoals of scorn,—what Fate
 Smiling with awful irony had kept
 Till life grew sweeter,—that my god was clay,
 That 'neath thy strength a lurking weakness lay;
That thou, whom I had deemed a man of men
 Faulty, as great men are, but with no taint
 Of baseness,—with those faults that shew the saint
 Of after days, perhaps,—wert even then
 When first I loved thee but a spreading tree
 Whose leaves shewed not its roots' deformity;
 [Pg 36]
I should not weep, for there are wounds that lie
 Too deep for tears,—and Death is but a friend
 Who loves too dearly, and the parting end
 Of Love's joy-day a paltry pain, a cry
 To God, then peace,—beside the torturing grief
 When honor dies, and trust, and soul's belief.
Travellers have told that in the Java isles
 The upas-tree breathes its dread vapor out
 Into the air; there needs no hand about
 Its branches for the poison's deadly wiles
 To work a strong man's hurt, for there is death
 Envenomed, noisome, in his every breath.
So would I breathe thy poison in my soul,
 Till all that had been wholesome, pure, and true
 Shewed its decay, and stained and wasted grew.
 [Pg 37] Though sundered as the distant Northern Pole
 From his far sister, I should bear thy blight
 Upon me as I passed into the night.
Didst dream thy truth and honor meant so much
 To me, Dear Heart? Oh! I am full of tears
 To-night, of longing, love and foolish fears.
 Would I might see thee, know thy tender touch,
 For Time is long, and though I may not will
 To question Fate, I am a woman still.
 [Pg 38]

Battle Song.

Clear sounds the call on high:
 "To arms and victory!"
 Brave hearts that win or die,
 Dying, may win;
 Proudly the banners wave,
 What though the goal's the grave?
 Death cannot harm the brave,—
 Through death they win.
Softly the evening hush
 Stilling strife's maddened rush
 Cools the fierce battle flush,—
 See the day die;
 A thousand faces white
 Mirror the cold moonlight
 And glassy eyes are bright
 With Victory.
 [Pg 39]

Content.

I have been wandering where the daisies grow,
 Great fields of tall, white daisies, and I saw
 Them bend reluctantly, and seem to draw
 Away in pride when the fresh breeze would blow
 From timothy and yellow buttercup,
 So by their fearless beauty lifted up.
Yet must they bend at the strong breeze's will,
 Bright, flawless things, whether in wrath he sweep
 Or, as oftimes, in mood caressing, creep
 Over the meadows and adown the hill.
 So Love in sport or truth, as Fates allow,
 Blows over proud young hearts, and bids them bow.
 [Pg 40]
So beautiful is it to live, so sweet
 To hear the ripple of the bobolink,
 To smell the clover blossoms white and pink,
 To feel oneself far from the dusty street,
 From dusty souls, from all the flare and fret
 Of living, and the fever of regret.
I have grown younger; I can scarce believe
 It is the same sad woman full of dreams
 Of seven short weeks ago, for now it seems
 I am a child again, and can deceive
 My soul with daisies, plucking one by one
 The petals dazzling in the noonday sun.
Almost with old-time eagerness I try
 My fate, and say: "un peu," a soft "beaucoup,"
 Then, lower, "passionément, pas du tout;"
 Quick the white petals fall, and lovingly
 [Pg 41] I pluck the last, and drop with tender touch
 The knowing daisy, for he loves me "much."
I can remember how, in childish days,
 I deemed that he who held my heart in thrall
 Must love me "passionately" or "not at all."
 Poor little wilful ignorant heart that prays
 It knows not what, and heedlessly demands
 The best that life can give with out-stretched hands!
Now I am wiser, and have learned to prize
 Peace above passion, and the summer life
 Here with the flowers above the ceaseless strife
 Of armed ambitions. They alone are wise
 Who know the daisy-secrets, and can hold
 Fast in their eager hands her heart of gold.
 [Pg 42]

Sea-Song.

A dash of spray,
 A weed-browned way,—
 My ship's in the bay,
 In the glad blue bay,—
 The wind's from the west
 And the waves have a crest,
 But my bird's in the nest
 And my ship's in the bay!
At dawn to stand
 Soft hand to hand,
 Bare feet on the sand,—
 On the hard brown sand,—
 To wait, dew-crowned,
 For the tarrying sound
 Of a keel that will ground
 On the scraping sand.
 [Pg 43]
A glad surprise
 In the wind-swept skies
 Of my wee one's eyes,—
 Those wondering eyes.
 He will come, my sweet,
 And will haste to meet
 Those hurrying feet
 And those sea-blue eyes.
I know the day
 Must weary away,
 And my ship's in the bay,—
 In the clear, blue bay,—
 Ah! there's wind in the west,
 For the waves have a crest,
 But my bird's in the nest
 And my ship's in the bay!
 [Pg 44]

Gratitude.

There are some things, dear Friend, are easier far
 To say in written words than when we sit
 Eye answering eye, or hand to hand close knit.
 Not that there is between us any bar
 Of shyness or reserve; the day is past
 For that, and utter trust has come at last.
Only, when shut alone and safe inside
 These four white walls,—hearing no sound except
 Our own heart-beatings, silences have crept
 Stealthily round us,—as the incoming tide
 Quiet and unperceived creeps ever on
 Till mound and pebble, rock and reef are gone.
 [Pg 45]
Or out on the green hillside, even there
 There is a hush, and words and thoughts are still.
 For the trees speak, and myriad voices fill
 With wondrous echoes all the waiting air.
 We listen, and in listening must forget
 Our own hearts' murmur, and our spirits' fret;
Even our joys,—thou knowest;—when the air
 Is full to overflowing with the sense
 Of hope fulfilled and passion's vehemence.
 There is no place for words; we do not dare
 To break Love's stillness, even though the power
 Were ours by speech to lengthen out the hour.
But here in quietness I can recall
 All I would tell thee, how thou art to me
 Impulse and inspiration, and with thee
 I can but smile though all my idols fall.
 [Pg 46] I wait my meed as others who have known
 Patience till to their utmost stature grown.
As when the heavens are draped in gloomy gray
 And earth is tremulous with a vague unrest
 A glory fills the tender, troubled West
 That glads the closing of November's day,
 So breaks in sun-smiles my beclouded sky
 When day is over and I know thee nigh.
Thou art so much, all this and more, to me,
 And what am I to thee? Can I repay
 These many gifts? Is there no royal way
 Of recompense, so I may proudly see
 The man my heart delights to praise renowned
 For wealth and honor, and with rapture crowned?
 [Pg 47]
Ah! though there is no recompense in love
 Yet have I paid thee, given these gifts to thee,
 Joy, riches, worship. Thou hast joy in me,
 Is it not so, Beloved? Who shall prove
 No worship of thee by my soul confessed?
 And riches? Ah! a wealth of love is best.
 [Pg 48]

Song.

I have known a thousand pleasures,—
 Love is best—
 Ocean's songs and forest treasures,
 Work and rest,
 Jewelled joys of dear existence,
 Triumph over Fate's resistance,
 But to prove, through Time's wide distance,
 Love is best.
 [Pg 49]

Prayer.

I stood upon a hill, and watched the death
 Of the day's turmoil. Still the glory spread
 Cloud-top to cloud-top, and each rearing head
 Trembled to crimson. So a mighty breath
 From some wild Titan in a rising ire
 Might kindle flame in voicing his desire.
Soft stirred the evening air; the pine-crowned hills
 Glowed in an answering rapture where the flush
 Grew to a blood-drop, and the vesper hush
 Moved in my soul, while from my life all ills
 Faded and passed away. God's voice was there
 And in my heart the silence was a prayer.
 [Pg 50]
There was a day when to my fearfulness
 Was born a joy, when doubt was swept afar
 A shadow and a memory, and a star
 Gleamed in my sky more bright for the distress.
 The stillness breathed thanksgiving, and the air
 Wafted, methought, the incense of a prayer.
Heaven sets no bounds of bead-roll or appeal;
 And when the fiery heart with mute embrace
 Bends, tremblingly, but for a moment's space
 It needs no words that cry, no limbs that kneel.
 As meteors flash, so, in a moment's light,
 Life, darting forth, touches the Infinite.
All my prayers wordless? Nay, I can recall
 A night not so long past but that each thought
 [Pg 51] Lives at this hour, and throbs again unsought
 When Silence broods, and Night's chill shadows fall;
 Then Darkness' thousand pulses thrilled and stirred
 With the dear grace of a remembered word;
And I was still, thy voice enshrouding me.
 Like the strong sweep of ocean-breath the power
 Of one resistless thought transformed my hour
 Of love-dreams to a fear. All hopelessly
 I knew love's impotence, and my despair
 Stretched soul-hands forth, and quivered to a prayer.
My passionate heart cried out: "If his dear life
 Through stress of keen temptation merits aught
 Of penance or requital, be it wrought
 Upon my life. If only through the strife
 [Pg 52] Is won the peace, through drudgery the gain,
 Give him the issue, and to me the pain!"
Some day, in our soul's course o'er trackless lands,
 Swayed oft by adverse winds, or swept along
 In Fate's wild current with the fluttering throng
 Towards Sin's engulfing maelstrom, spirit hands
 Will brace our trembling wings, and through the night
 Point and upbear in our last trembling flight.
 [Pg 53]

Song.

Red gleams the mountain ridge,
 Slow the stream creeps
 Under the old bent bridge,
 And labor sleeps.
There are no restless birds,
 No leaves that stir,
 Dusk her gray mantle girds,
 Night's harbinger.
The storm-soul's change and start
 Pause, lull, and cease;
 In my unquiet heart
 Is born a peace.
 [Pg 54]

Loneliness.

Dear, I am lonely, for the bay is still
 As any hill-girt lake; the long brown beach
 Lies bare and wet. As far as eye can reach
 There is no motion. Even on the hill
 Where the breeze loves to wander I can see
 No stir of leaves, nor any waving tree.
There is a great red cliff that fronts my view
 A bare, unsightly thing; it angers me
 With its unswerving-grim monotony.
 The mackerel weir, with branching boughs askew
 Stands like a fire-swept forest, while the sea
 Laps it, with soothing sighs, continually.
 [Pg 55]
There are no tempests in this sheltered bay,
 The stillness frets me, and I long to be
 Where winds sweep strong and blow tempestuously,
 To stand upon some hill-top far away
 And face a gathering gale, and let the stress
 Of Nature's mood subdue my restlessness.
An impulse seizes me, a mad desire
 To tear away that red-browed cliff, to sweep
 Its crest of trees and huts into the deep;
 To force a gap by axe, or storm, or fire,
 And let rush in with motion glad and free
 The rolling waves of the wild wondrous sea.
Sometimes I wonder if I am the child
 Of calm, law-loving parents, or a stray
 From some wild gypsy camp. I cannot stay
 Quiet among my fellows; when this wild
 Longing for freedom takes me I must fly
 To my dear woods and know my liberty.
 [Pg 56]
It is this cringing to a social law
 That I despise, these changing, senseless forms
 Of fashion! And until a thousand storms
 Of God's impatience shall reveal the flaw
 In man's pet system, he will weave the spell
 About his heart and dream that all is well.
Ah! Life is hard, Dear Heart, for I am left
 To battle with my old-time fears alone
 I must live calmly on, and make no moan
 Though of my hoped-for happiness bereft.
 Thou wilt not come, and still the red cliff lies
 Hiding my ocean from these longing eyes.
 [Pg 57]

Sea-Song.

It sings to me, it sings to me,
 The shore-blown voice of the blithesome sea!
 Of its world of gladness all untold,
 Of its heart of green, and its mines of gold,
 And desires that leap and flee.
It moans to me, it moans to me!
 The storm-stirred voice of the restive sea!
 Of the vain dismay and the yearning pain
 For hopes that will never be born again
 From the womb of the wavering sea.
It calls to me, it calls to me,
 The luring voice of the rebel sea!
 And I long with a love that is born of tears
 For the wild fresh life, and the glorying fears,
 For the quest and the mystery.
 [Pg 58]
It wails to me, it wails to me,
 Of the deep dark graves in the yawning sea;
 And I hear the voice of a boy that is gone.
 But the lad sleeps sound till the judgment-dawn
 In the heart of the wind-swept sea.
 [Pg 59]

Incompleteness.

Since first I met thee, Dear, and long before
 I knew myself beloved, save by the sense
 All women have, a shadowy confidence
 Half-fear, that feels its bliss nor asks for more,
 I have learned new desires, known Love's distress
 Sounded the deepest depths of loneliness.
I was a child at heart, and lived alone,
 Dreaming my dreams, as children may, at whiles,
 Between their hours of play, and Earth's broad smiles
 Allured my heart, and ocean's marvellous tone
 Woke no strange echoes, and the woods' complain
 Made chants sonorous, stirred no thoughts of pain.
 [Pg 60]
And if, sometimes, dear Nature spoke to me
 In tones mysterious, I had learned so much
 Dwelling beside her daily, that her touch
 Made me discerning. Though I might not see
 Her purpose nor her meaning, I had part
 In the proud throbbing of that mighty heart.
But now the earth has put a tiring-cloth
 About her face; even in the mountains' cheer
 There is a lack, and in the sea a fear,
 The glad, rash sea, whose every mood, if wroth
 Or soothing mild, is dear to me as are
 Joy's new-born kisses on the lips of Care.
Since I have known thee, Dear, all life has grown
 An expectation. As the swelling grain
 Trembles to harvesting, and earth in pain
 Travails till Spring is born, so felt alone
 [Pg 61] Is the dumb reaching out of things unborn,
 The night's gray promise of the amber morn.
I long to taste my pleasures through thy lips,
 To sail with thee o'er foaming waves and feel
 Our spirits rise together with the reel
 Of waters and the wavering land's eclipse;
 To see thy fair hair damp with salt sea-spray
 And in thine eyes the wildness of the way.
I long to share my woods with thee, to fly
 To some black-hearted forest where the trail
 Of mortals lingers not,—to hear the gale.
 Sweep round us with a shuddering ecstasy,
 To feel, night's tumult passed, the cool soft hand
 Of the untroubled dawn move o'er the land.
 [Pg 62]
To swim with thee far out into the bay,
 A trembling glitter on the waves, the shore
 Glowing with noontide fervor, nevermore
 To fear the treacherous depths, though long the way.
 Sweet beyond words the sighs that breathe and blow,
 The moist salt kisses, and the glad warm glow.
And when the unrest, the vague desires that rush
 Over our lives and may not be denied,—
 Gone in the tasting,—lure us where the tide
 Of men sweeps on, let us forget the hush
 Together, and in city madness drain
 Our cup of pleasure to its dregs of pain.
Ever I need thee. Incomplete and poor
 This life of mine. Yet never dream my soul
 Craves the old peace. Till I may have the whole
 [Pg 63] My joy is my abiding, and what more
 Of dreams and waking bliss the Fates allow
 Comes as a gift of Love's great overflow.
 [Pg 64]

Song.

Deep in the green bracken lying,
 Close by the welcoming sea,
 Dream I, and let all my dreaming
 Drift as it will, Love, to thee.
Sated with splendid caresses
 Showered by the sun in his pride,
 Scorched by his passionate kisses
 Languidly ebbs the tide.
 [Pg 65]

Life's Joys.

I have been pondering what our teachers call
 The mystery of Pain; and lo! my thought
 After it's half-blind reaching out has caught
 This truth and held it fast. We may not fall
 Beyond our mounting; stung by life's annoy,
 Deeper we feel the mystery of Joy.
Sometimes they steal across us like a breath
 Of Eastern perfume in a darkened room,
 These joys of ours; we grope on through the gloom
 Seeking some common thing, and from its sheath
 [Pg 66] Unloose, unknowing, some bewildering scent
 Of spice-thronged memories of the Orient.
Sometimes they dart across our turbid sky
 Like a quick flash after a heated day.
 A moment, where the sombrous shadows lay
 We see a glory. Though it passed us by
 No earthly power can filch that dazzling glow
 From memory's eye, that instant's shine and show.
Life is so full of joys. The alluring sea,
 This morning clear and placid, may, ere night,
 Toss like a petulant child, and when the light
 Of a new morning dawns sweep grand and free
 A mighty power. If fierce, or mild, or bright,
 With every tide flows in a fresh delight.
 [Pg 67]
I can remember well when first I knew
 The fragrance of white clover. There I lay
 On the warm July grass and heard the play
 Of sun-browned insects, and the breezes blew
 To my drowsed sense the scent the blossoms had;
 The subtle sweetness stayed, and I was glad.
Nor passed the gladness. Though the years have gone
 (A many years, Beloved, since that day,)
 Whenever by the roadside or away
 In radiant summer fields, wandering alone
 Or with glad children, to my restless sight
 Shows that pale head, comes back the old delight.
Oh! the dark water, and the filling sail!
 [Pg 68] The scudding like a sea-mew, with the hand
 Firm on the tiller! See, the red-shored land
 Receding, as we brave the hastening gale!
 White gleam the wave-tops, and the breakers' roar
 Sounds thunderingly on the far distant shore.
This mad hair flying in the breeze blows wild
 Across my face. See, there, the gathering squall,
 That dark line to the eastward, watch it crawl
 Stealthily towards us o'er the snow-wreaths piled
 Close on each other! Ah! what joy to be
 Drunk with salt air, in battle with the sea!
So many joys, and yet I have but told
 Of simple things, the joys of air and sea!
 Not all these things are worth one hour with thee,
 [Pg 69] One moment, when thy daring arms enfold
 My body, and all other, meaner joys,
 Fade from me like a child's forgotten toys.
One thought is ever with me, glorying all
 Life's common aims. Surely will dawn a day
 Bright with an unknown rapture, when thy way
 Will be my journey-road, and I can call
 These joys our joys, for thou wilt walk with me
 Down budding pathways to the abounding sea.
 [Pg 70]

Song.

Low laughed the Columbine,
 Trembled her petals fine
 As the breeze blew;
 In her dove-heart there stirred
 Murmurs the dull bee heard,
 And Love, Life's wild white bird,
 Straightway she knew.
Resting her lilac cheek
 Gently, in aspect meek,
 On the gray stone,
 The morning-glory, free,
 Welcomed the yellow bee,
 Heard the near-rolling sea
 Murmur and moan.
 [Pg 71]
Calm lay the tawny sand
 Stretching a long wet hand
 To the far wave.
 Swift to her warm waiting breast
 Longing to be possessed
 Leaps 'neath his billowy crest
 Her Lover brave.
 [Pg 72]

Barter

There is a long thin line of fading gold
 In the far West, and the transfigured leaves
 On some slight, topmost bough that sways and heaves
 Hang limp and tremulous. Nor warm, nor cold
 The pungent air, and, 'neath the yellow haze,
 Show flushed and glad the wild, October ways.
There is a soft enchantment in the air,
 A mystery the Summer knows not, nor
 The sturdy, frost-crowned Winter. Nature wore
 Her blandest smile to-day, as here and there
 [Pg 73] I wandered, elf-beset, through wood and field
 And gleaned the glories of the autumn yield.
A bunch of purple aster, golden-rod
 Darkened by the first frost, a drooping spray
 Of scarlet barberry, and tall and gray
 The silk-cored cotton with its bursting pod,
 Some tarnished maple-boughs, and, like a flash
 Of sudden flame, a branch of mountain ash.
She smiled, but it was not the welcoming smile
 Of frank surrender. As a witching maid
 In gorgeous garments cunningly arrayed
 Might smile and draw them closer, hers the guile
 To let men hope, pray, labor in love's stress
 Ere they her hidden beauties may possess.
 [Pg 74]
Deep in the heart of earth where the springs rise,
 Down with the sweet linnæa and the moss,
 In the brown thrush's throat, where the pines toss
 In Winter's harrying storms her secret lies.
 Ours the chill night-dews and the waiting pain
 Ere we her fairy wealth may hope to gain.
'Tis so with knowledge. Eagerly we turn
 Great Wisdom's page, and when our clear eyes grow
 Dim in the dusk of years, and heads bend low
 Weary at last, the truth we strove to learn
 Is ours forever. But its joy of sight
 Is dearly bought, methinks, with Youth's delight.
Fate, too, with chaffering voice and beckoning hand
 Doles out our happiness; we snatch at wealth
 [Pg 75] And pay with anxious care and fading health.
 We call for Love, and dream that we shall stand
 On ground enchanted, but, though sweet the way,
 The rocks are sharp, and grief comes with the Day.
Even in love, Dear Heart, there is exchange
 Of gifts and griefs, and so I render thee
 Vows for thy vows, and pay unfalteringly
 What love demands, nor ever deem it strange.
 And when the snow drifts fast, and north-winds sting
 I make no murmur, but await the Spring.
 [Pg 76]

Song.

Joy came in youth as a humming-bird,
 (Sing hey! for the honey and bloom of life!)
 And it made a home in my summer bower
 With the honeysuckle and the sweet-pea flower.
 (Sing hey! for the blossoms and sweets of life!)
Joy came as a lark when the years had gone,
 (Ah! hush, hush still, for the dream is short!)
 And I gazed far up to the melting blue
 Where the rare song dropped like a golden dew.
 (Ah! sweet is the song tho' the dream be short!)
 [Pg 77]
Joy hovers now in a far-off mist,
 (The night draws on and the air breathes snow!)
 And I reach, sometimes, with a trembling hand
 To the red-tipped cloud of the joy-bird's land.
 (Alas! for the days of the storm and the snow!)
 [Pg 78]

To-Morrow.

But one short night between my Love and me!
 I watch the soft-shod dusk creep wistfully
 Through the slow-moving curtains, pausing by
 And shrouding with its spirit-fingers free
 Each well-known chair. There is a growing grace
 Of tender magic in this little place.
Comes through half-opened windows, soft and cool
 As Spring's young breath, the vagrant evening air,
 My day-worn soul is hushed. I fain would bear
 No burdens on my brain to-night, no rule
 [Pg 79] Of anxious thought; the world has had my tears,
 My thoughts, my hopes, my aims these many years;
This is Thy hour, and I shall sink to sleep
 With a glad weariness, to know that when
 The new day dawns I shall lay by my pen
 Needed no more. If I, perchance, should weep
 A few quick tears, so doing, who would guess
 'Twas the last throb of my soul's loneliness?
Not even thou, Dear Heart, canst ever know
 How I have yearned these many months, these years
 For love, for thee. As the calm boatman steers
 His slender shallop where he fain would go,
 Tempests and rocks before, so through the dark
 To this dim, far-off day has set my bark.
 [Pg 80]
To-morrow! I can hear the quick-closed door,
 The approaching steps, my pained heart's fluttering,
 Thy voice, then Thee! And all the storm and sting
 Of bygone griefs are passed forevermore,
 Swept from my life as the resistless wind
 Scatters the chaff, nor leaves a mote behind.
As long-imprisoned captives reach the light,
 And gaze with greedy eyes on field and tree,
 Drinking the beauties of the sky and sea
 Half fearful of their bliss; so from the night
 Of dreams and shades, half doubting, we awake
 And grasp the joy we almost fear to take.
Thou hidest in thy warm ones my cold hand,
 [Pg 81] Reading my soul in these unwavering eyes.
 Nay, thou hast known my hopes, my agonies
 Through written words, and thou canst understand.
 I have kept nothing back of all the streams
 Of my heart-flowings—doubts, nor fears, nor dreams.
So long my life has followed no control
 But mine own impulse; now, I pray thee, bend
 My will to thine, and so, unhindered, tend
 My soul's wild garden. I have laid the whole
 Bare to thy sowing; and life's precious wine
 Is of thy pouring, and thy way is mine.
 [Pg 82]

Song

Where is the waiting-time?
 Where are the fears?
 Gone with the winter's rime,
 The bygone years.
O'er life's plain, lone and vast,
 Slow treads the morn,
 Night shades have moved and passed,
 Joy's day is born.

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