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A Dome of Many…Coloured Glass
opening rose； Their widening scope； Their distant employ； We never shall
know。 And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away； Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways。 We alone stay While years hurry on； The
flower fared forth； though its fragrance still stays。
Venetian Glass
As one who sails upon a wide； blue sea Far out of sight of land； his
mind intent Upon the sailing of his little boat； On tightening ropes and
shaping fair his course； Hears suddenly； across the restless sea； The
rhythmic striking of some towered clock； And wakes from thoughtless
idleness to time： Time； the slow pulse which beats eternity！ So through the
vacancy of busy life At intervals you cross my path and bring The deep
solemnity of passing years。 For you I have shed bitter tears； for you I have
relinquished that for which my heart Cried out in selfish longing。 And
to…night Having just left you； I can say： 〃'T is well。 Thank God that I
have known a soul so true； So nobly just； so worthy to be loved！〃
Fatigue
Stupefy my heart to every day's monotony； Seal up my eyes； I would
not look so far； Chasten my steps to peaceful regularity； Bow down my
head lest I behold a star。
Fill my days with work； a thousand calm necessities Leaving no
moment to consecrate to hope； Girdle my thoughts within the dull
circumferences Of facts which form the actual in one short hour's scope。
Give me dreamless sleep； and loose night's power over me； Shut my
ears to sounds only tumultuous then； Bid Fancy slumber； and steal away
its potency； Or Nature wakes and strives to live again。
Let each day pass； well ordered in its usefulness； Unlit by sunshine；
unscarred by storm； Dower me with strength and curb all foolish
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eagerness The law exacts obedience。 Instruct； I will conform。
A Japanese Wood…Carving
High up above the open； welcoming door It hangs； a piece of wood
with colours dim。 Once； long ago； it was a waving tree And knew the sun
and shadow through the leaves Of forest trees； in a thick eastern wood。
The winter snows had bent its branches down； The spring had swelled its
buds with coming flowers； Summer had run like fire through its veins；
While autumn pelted it with chestnut burrs； And strewed the leafy ground
with acorn cups。 Dark midnight storms had roared and crashed among Its
branches； breaking here and there a limb； But every now and then broad
sunlit days Lovingly lingered； caught among the leaves。 Yes； it had known
all this； and yet to us It does not speak of mossy forest ways； Of
whispering pine trees or the shimmering birch； But of quick winds； and
the salt； stinging sea！ An artist once； with patient； careful knife； Had
fashioned it like to the untamed sea。 Here waves uprear themselves； their
tops blown back By the gay； sunny wind； which whips the blue And
breaks it into gleams and sparks of light。 Among the flashing waves are
two white birds Which swoop； and soar； and scream for very joy At the
wild sport。 Now diving quickly in； Questing some glistening fish。 Now
flying up； Their dripping feathers shining in the sun； While the wet drops
like little glints of light； Fall pattering backward to the parent sea。 Gliding
along the green and foam…flecked hollows； Or skimming some white crest
about to break； The spirits of the sky deigning to stoop And play with
ocean in a summer mood。 Hanging above the high； wide open door； It
brings to us in quiet； firelit room； The freedom of the earth's vast solitudes；
Where heaping； sunny waves tumble and roll； And seabirds scream in
wanton happiness。
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A Little Song
When you； my Dear； are away； away； How wearily goes the creeping
day。 A year drags after morning； and night Starts another year of candle
light。 O Pausing Sun and Lingering Moon！ Grant me； I beg of you； this
boon。
Whirl round the earth as never sun Has his diurnal journey run。 And；
Moon； slip past the ladders of air In a single flash； while your streaming
hair Catches the stars and pulls them down To shine on some slumbering
Chinese town。 O Kindly Sun！ Understanding Moon！ Bring evening to
crowd the footsteps of noon。
But when that long awaited day Hangs ripe in the heavens； your
voyaging stay。 Be morning； O Sun！ with the lark in song； Be afternoon for
ages long。 And； Moon； let you and your lesser lights Watch over a century
of nights。
Behind a Wall
I own a solace shut within my heart； A garden full of many a quaint
delight And warm with drowsy； poppied sunshine； bright； Flaming with
lilies out of whose cups dart Shining things With powdered
wings。
Here terrace sinks to terrace； arbors close The ends of dreaming
paths； a wanton wind Jostles the half…ripe pears； and then； unkind；
Tumbles a…slumber in a pillar rose； With content Grown
indolent。
By night my garden is o'erhung with gems Fixed in an onyx setting。
Fireflies Flicker their lanterns in my dazzled eyes。 In serried rows I
guess the straight； stiff stems Of hollyhocks Against the rocks。
So far and still it is that； listening； I hear the flowers talking in the
dawn； And where a sunken basin cuts the lawn； Cinctured with iris； pale
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and glistening； The sudden swish Of a waking fish。
A Winter Ride
Who shall declare the joy of the running！ Who shall tell of the
pleasures of flight！ Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather；
Sweeping； wide…winged；