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SONGS TO A. H. R. 
 
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 Published, September, 1918 
 
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TO 
 A. H. R. 
 
 Amid what joys and sorrows, upon what 
 lands and seas, these songs have sprung to 
 my heart, you alone know. If they have 
 made our homeways seem fair as the far 
 places of earth, and the far places as fair 
 as home, they will have done that which I 
 most desired. Gathered here together for 
 the first time I offer them to you again. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAGB 
 
 The World's and Mine 3 
 
 Mating 4 
 
 Untold 5 
 
 Fides Perennis Amoris 6 
 
 sufficings 9 
 
 When the Wind is Low .... 10 
 
 Romance 12 
 
 In the Hurricane 14 
 
 At Amalfi 16 
 
 How Many Ways 18 
 
 Monitions 19 
 
 Shelter 20 
 
 Free 22 
 
 Recompense 23 
 
 Star- Wanderings 24 
 
 All 26 
 
 Love and Infinity 27 
 
 Via Amorosa 28 
 
 In the Night 30 
 
 Love-Watch 31 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 PAOB 
 
 Together 32 
 
 Swallows '33 
 
 Transfusion 35 
 
 In a Dark Hour 36 
 
 The Old Need 37 
 
 Dominions 38 
 
 Secrecies 39 
 
 Twilight Content ...... 40 
 
 On the Beach 42 
 
 At the Ebb-Hour 43 
 
 The Edge of the Hill 44 
 
 MiNGLINGS 46 
 
 The Heart's Question 47 
 
 Assuagement 49 
 
 First and Last 50 
 
SONGS TO A. H. R. 
 
THE WORLD'S AND MINE 
 
 THE world may hear 
 The wind in his trees, 
 The lark in her skies, 
 The sea on his leas; 
 May hear Song rise 
 So glad in its ringing 
 That every star 
 God has seems singing. 
 
 But I have a music they never can know — 
 The touch and soul and heart of you — Oh ! 
 All else that is said or sung 's but a part of 
 you — 
 
 Be it forever so! 
 
MATING 
 
 'T^ HE bliss of the wind in the redbud ring- 
 J- ing! 
 
 What shall we do with the April days? 
 Kingcups soon will be up and swinging! 
 
 What shall we do with May's? 
 
 The cardinal flings, " They are made for 
 mating! " 
 
 Out on the bough he flutters, a flame. 
 Thrush-flutes echo, " For mating's elating ! 
 
 Love is its other name! " 
 
 They know! know it! but better, oh better, 
 Dearest, than ever a bird in Spring, 
 
 Know we to make each moment debtor 
 Unto love's burgeoning! 
 
UNTOLD 
 
 COULD I, a poet, 
 Implant the truth of you, 
 Seize it and sow it 
 As Spring on the world, 
 There were no need 
 To fling, forsooth, of you, 
 Fancies that only lovers heed! 
 For, but unfurled, 
 The bloom, the sweet of you, 
 (As unto me they are opened oft) 
 Would with their beauty's breath repeat of 
 
 you 
 All that my heart breathes, loud or soft! 
 
FIDES PERENNIS AMORIS 
 
 THO God should send me, 
 When I die. 
 To the last star 
 Across His sky. 
 And bid all space between us be 
 Oblivion — one traverseless sea : 
 
 Tho He should give me, 
 
 There, a task, 
 Sweeter than any 
 I could ask, 
 And, with the task, achievement, too. 
 Greater than all I here shall do: 
 
 Yea, tho He purposed 
 
 Thus to let 
 Me, severed from you, 
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FIDES PERENNIS AMORIS 
 
 All forget; 
 Remembrance like a magnet still 
 Would draw my heart to you and will. 
 
 So I should wander 
 
 On the marge 
 Of that new world 
 
 With strangeness large, 
 Leaving my task to turn a face 
 Somehow toward your dwelling place. 
 
 And I should listen 
 
 Thro the stars 
 To silent hintings 
 Of lost bars 
 Of music that was once your voice: 
 In no dream should I more rejoice. 
 
 Or I should tremble 
 
 When the breeze 
 Brought to my cheek 
 
 Infinities 
 
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FIDES PERENNIS AMORIS 
 
 Of dim forgotten touches love 
 
 Once swept me with, like a wild dove. 
 
 Nor could the presence 
 
 Of His throng 
 Of noblest spirits 
 Hush, for long, 
 In me the unrememhered bliss- — 
 The vanished spell of days like this. 
 
 For in the trysting 
 
 Of true souls 
 There is no distance 
 That controls: 
 Nor space nor God can keep them twain 
 Only annihilation's reign. 
 
SUFFICINGS 
 
 DAY for the mind, 
 But night for the soul. 
 Sun for delight, 
 But moon to console. 
 Song for the glad, 
 But silence for rest. 
 God for the world — 
 But you for my breast! 
 
WHEN THE WIND IS LOW 
 
 WHEN the wind is low, and the sea is 
 soft. 
 And the far heat-lightning plays 
 On the rim of the West where dark clouds 
 nest 
 On a darker bank of haze; 
 When I lean at the rail with you that I love 
 
 And gaze to my heart's content; 
 I know the heavens are there above — 
 But you are my firmament. 
 
 When the phosphor-stars are thrown from the 
 bow 
 And the watch climbs up the shroud; 
 When the dim mast dips as the vessel slips 
 Thro the foam that seethes aloud; 
 10 
 
WHEN THE WIND IS LOW 
 
 I know that the years of our life are few, 
 
 And fain as a bird to flee, 
 That time is as brief as a drop of dew — 
 
 But you are eternity. 
 
 11 
 
ROMANCE 
 
 (North Cliff, Lynton, Devon) 
 
 WHITE-CAPS hurry to meet the shore, 
 A hundred fathoms down. 
 Gray sails shimmer upon the wind 
 Far out from Lynmouth town. 
 
 High crags whisper above us, keen; 
 The heather and the ling 
 Laugh to the sky as driven by 
 The wild gulls cry or cling. 
 
 And, where the far sun like a god 
 Scatters the mist, lies shore. 
 Is it Romance's magic realm 
 Spring reigns thro, evermore? 
 
 12 
 
ROMANCE 
 
 And that our morning hearts could see 
 Across the darkest foam? 
 Then do we know it well, my love, 
 Because it is our Home. 
 
 13 
 
IN THE HURRICANE 
 
 WHO stood upon that schooner's driven 
 deck 
 Last night as reefed and shuddering she hove 
 Into the twilight and all desperate drove 
 From wave to angrier wave that sought her 
 wreck? 
 
 Who labored at her helm and watched the 
 
 wind 
 Stagger the sea with all his stunning might, 
 Until in dimness dwindling from our sight 
 She vanished in the rack that rode behind? 
 
 We know not, you and I, but our two souls 
 That followed as storm-petrels over the 
 waves 
 
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IN THE HURRICANE 
 
 Felt all the might of Him who sinks or saves, 
 And all the pity of earth's unreached goals: 
 
 Felt all — then swift returning to our love 
 Dwelt in its peace, uplifted safe above. 
 
 15 
 
AT AMALFI 
 
 COME to the window, you who are mine, 
 Waken! the night is calling. 
 Sit by me here, with the moon's fair shine 
 Into your deep eyes falling. 
 
 The sea afar is a fearful gloom; 
 
 Lean from the casement, listen! 
 It breaks, anear, with a faery spume. 
 
 Spraying the rocks that glisten. 
 
 The little white town below lies deep 
 
 As eternity in slumber. 
 O, you who are mine, how a glance can reap 
 
 Beauties beyond all number! 
 
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AT AMALFI 
 
 And how, as sails that at anchor ride. 
 
 Our spirits rock together 
 On a love-sea — lit as this tide 
 
 With tenderest star-weather! 
 
 On a love-sea — till the dawn 's up, 
 
 Over the moon low-lying; 
 Till we have drunk, soul-deep, the cup 
 
 Of a delight undying! 
 
 17 
 
HOW MANY WAYS 
 
 HOW many ways the Infinite has 
 Tonight, in earth and sky: 
 A falling star, a rustling leaf, 
 The night-wind ebbing by. 
 How many ways the Infinite has: 
 
 A fire-fly over the lea, 
 A whippoorwill in the wooded hill, 
 And your dear love to me. 
 
 How many ways the Infinite has: 
 
 The moon out of the East; 
 A cloud that waits her shepherding, 
 
 To wander silver-fleeced. 
 How many ways the Infinite has: 
 
 A home-light in the West, 
 And joy deep-glowing in your eyes, 
 
 Wherein is all my rest. 
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MONITIONS 
 
 SAD as an inland gull, far from the salt 
 wave winging, 
 Lost or lured from the sea — from all its 
 
 heart has known, 
 Am I, when I think that death, somewhere, 
 
 may now be bringing 
 The hour, my love, to sever us, and send each 
 wandering lone. 
 
 19 
 
SHELTER 
 
 I HAVE been out where the winds are, 
 And tossing tops of trees, 
 And clouds that sweep from rim to rim 
 Of blue infinities. 
 And all was a sound and sway there, a surg- 
 ing of unrest: 
 So now I am wanting silence, and the heart I 
 love best. 
 
 Yes, and a quiet book, too, 
 
 Of pensive poetry. 
 In which to let the lines lapse 
 Away, unlessonedly. 
 For I shall gather, somehow, from the soft 
 
 fire's glow, 
 And from the eyes I love best, all I need to 
 know. 
 
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SHELTER 
 
 And hours shall slip to embers. 
 
 And on the hearth lie; 
 And every wind that blew me, 
 And every want, die. 
 Then I shall take the hand I love best, and 
 
 turn to sleep: 
 And, if God wills, at dawn wake, again, to 
 laugh or weep. 
 
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FREE 
 
 OWERE your heart not wide, dear. 
 And were your soul not high, 
 And were not both so deep, too, 
 
 Deep as the April sky, 
 I should not find love freedom, 
 
 But know a need to range 
 All heaven and hell — a prisoner 
 Pining for space and change. 
 
 But since there's depth within you 
 
 To hang my moon and stars, 
 Since I have not to beat vain wings 
 
 Against offending bars, 
 I find all other spaces 
 
 That lie beyond our love 
 Are prison — all alluring worlds 
 
 Below me or above. 
 22 
 
RECOMPENSE 
 
 NOT if I chose from a world of days 
 Could I find a day like this. 
 The sky is a wreath of azure haze 
 
 And the sea an azure bliss. 
 The surf runs racing the young salt wind, 
 
 Shouting without a fear 
 At reef and bar, at cliff and scaur, 
 Where you and I lie near. 
 
 you and I who have watched the sky 
 
 And sea from many a shore ! 
 You, love, and I, who will live and die — 
 
 And watch the sea no more! 
 O joy of the world! joy of love, 
 
 Joy that can say to death, 
 " Tho you end all with your wanton pall. 
 
 We two have had this breath! " 
 23 
 
STAR-WANDERINGS 
 
 LAST night I took you wandering 
 Down silent paths between the stars, 
 The sod of space beneath our feet 
 
 Was soft as violet dreams. 
 And close to many a moon that shone 
 We wandered easeful ly alone, 
 And everything to us was known, 
 
 And everything was sweet: 
 For all the world was as it seems 
 
 When love is made complete. 
 
 We wandered, oh, we wandered on. 
 Thro dimmer-shining ways, till space 
 In all its primal pureness lay, 
 
 A starless reach beyond. 
 And into it we passed to see 
 If God in such a void could be — 
 24 
 
STAR-WANDERINGS 
 
 And still the soul of it was He, 
 
 As of the starry way. 
 Then, ah. Time touched us with his wand, 
 
 And all was yesterday. 
 
 25 
 
ALL 
 
 ALL of Spring in a bird's song, 
 Of Summer in a rose, 
 Of Autumn in one fallen leaf: 
 So the world goes. 
 
 So forever it goes, dear, 
 And so within one breast 
 
 I find my all of earth -joy, 
 And ease for unrest. 
 
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A 
 
 LOVE AND INFINITY 
 
 CROSS the kindling twilit moon 
 A late gull wings to rest. 
 The sea is murmuring underneath 
 
 Its vast eternal quest. 
 The coast-light flashes over the tide 
 
 A red and warning eye; 
 And oh, the world is very wide, 
 But you are nigh! 
 
 The stars come out from zone to zone, 
 
 The wind knows every one, 
 And blows their message to my heart 
 
 As it has ever done. 
 " They are all God's," it tells me, " all. 
 
 However huge or high." 
 But ah, I could not trust its call — 
 
 Were you not by! 
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VIA AMOROSA 
 
 WHEN we two walk, my love, on the 
 path 
 The moon makes over the sea, 
 To the end of the world where sorrow hath 
 
 An end that is ecstasy, 
 Should we not think of the other road 
 
 Of wearying dust and stone 
 Our feet would fare did each but care 
 To follow the way alone? 
 
 When we two slip at night to the skies 
 
 And find one star we keep 
 As a trysting-place to which our eyes 
 
 May lead our souls ere sleep, 
 Should we not pause for a little space 
 
 And think how many must sigh 
 
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VIA AMOROSA 
 
 Because they gaze over starry ways 
 With no heart-comrade by? 
 
 When we two then lie down to our dreams 
 
 That deepen still the delight 
 Of our wandering where stars and streams 
 
 Stray in immortal light, 
 Should we not grieve with the myriads 
 
 From East of earth to West 
 Who lay them down at night but to drown 
 
 A longing for some loved breast? 
 
 Ah yes, for life has a thousand gifts, 
 
 But love it is gives life. 
 Who walks thro his world alone e'er lifts 
 
 A soul that is sorrow-rife. 
 But they to whom it is given to tread 
 
 The moon-path and not sink 
 Can ever say the unhappiest way 
 
 Earth has is fair to the brink. 
 
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IN THE NIGHT 
 
 % VTHEN I lie unsleeping, 
 
 » V When the darkness seems 
 Like a lonely sepulchre 
 
 Where I'm shut in dreams, 
 I have but to touch you, 
 
 Reaching thro the night. 
 Then does all the vast tomb change 
 
 Into living light. 
 
 Then does space unbounded 
 
 Fill once more with stars, 
 While my worn and haunted heart 
 
 Ceases from old wars. 
 Then does rest come to me, 
 
 And, it may be, sleep: 
 Such infinitude has love — 
 
 Such watch can it keep. 
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LOVE-WATCH 
 
 MY love 's a guardian-angel 
 Who camps about your heart, 
 Never to flee your enemy, 
 Nor from you turn apart. 
 
 Whatever dark may shroud you. 
 And hide your stars away, 
 
 With vigil sweet his wings shall beat 
 About you till the day. 
 
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TOGETHER 
 
 AROUND us is the sea's dance, 
 And the glad, swinging flight 
 Of wild windy gulls whose joy 
 Is never to alight! 
 
 Above us is the June sun, 
 
 And higher still the Blue — 
 
 And God, like a dream, dear. 
 The whole world through! 
 
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SWALLOWS 
 
 IN a room that we love, 
 Under a lamp, 
 Whose soft glow falls around, 
 We sit each night and you read to me, 
 Thro the silence soul-profound. 
 And black on the yellow frieze of the walls 
 The swallows fly unchanging; 
 Round, round, yet never round, 
 Ranging, — yet never ranging. 
 
 We sit and you read, your face aglow, 
 
 While amid dreams that start 
 
 I watch the swallows 
 
 As each follows 
 
 The other, swift, apart. 
 
 Till oft it seems that your words are birds, 
 
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SWALLOWS 
 
 Flying into my heart, 
 
 And singing there, and bringing there, 
 
 Love's more than artless art. 
 
 So never, in lands however far. 
 
 Or seas that wash them romid, 
 
 Shall I see wings along the sky 
 
 But instantly the sound 
 
 Of your voice shall come, 
 
 And the sky, changing, 
 
 Shall be the room we love. 
 
 With its lamp-glow — and time-flow — 
 
 And happy swallows ranging. 
 
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TRANSFUSION 
 
 A SHOAL-LIGHT flashes East, 
 And livid lightning West, 
 The silvery dark night-sea between, 
 
 On which we ride at rest, 
 And gaze far, far away 
 Into the fretless skies, 
 World-sadness in our thought — but ah. 
 Content within our eyes. 
 
 The ship's bell strikes — the sound 
 
 Floats shrouded to our ears. 
 Then suddenly, as at a touch. 
 
 The universe appears 
 A Presence Infinite 
 
 That penetrates our love 
 And makes it one with night and sea 
 
 And all the stars above. 
 35 
 
IN A DARK HOUR 
 
 YOU are not with me — only the moon, 
 The sea and the gulls' cry, out of tune; 
 The myriad cry of the gulls still strewn 
 On the sands where the tide will enter soon. 
 
 You are not with me, only the breath 
 Of the wind — and then the wind's death. 
 A shrouding silence then that saith, 
 " Even as wind, love vanisheth." 
 
 You are not with me — only fear. 
 As old as earth's first frenzied bier 
 That severed two whose hearts were near, 
 And left one with all Life unclear. 
 
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THE OLD NEED 
 
 TONIGHT I saw the new moon, while the 
 vesper bells were ringing, 
 A slender silver breath it seemed, swung on 
 
 the April skies. 
 Soft apple blossoms under it in white throngs 
 
 were springing. 
 And blossom-thoughts of you within my heart 
 began to rise. 
 
 I saw the moon, I heard the bells, I felt the 
 silver rapture 
 
 Of stars that soon would blossom on the pur- 
 ple tree of night. 
 
 But from a Universe in bloom I only sought 
 to capture 
 
 Soft-petalled words — but three — to tell 
 again love's vernal might. 
 37 
 
DOMINIONS 
 
 DEATH is as strong as the sea is, 
 But when I lift my eyes 
 To yours I know there is born there 
 
 A light to outlive the skies. 
 Death is as wide as the sea is. 
 
 Yet at your least love-call 
 I know that death's vastity is 
 Not all. 
 
 Death is as dark as the tide is, 
 
 But when I see you move 
 I know that the highmost star there 
 
 Is guided in its groove. 
 Death is as dread as the tide is, 
 
 But while your heart is in mine 
 I '11 trust that all else beside is 
 Divine. 
 
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SECRECIES 
 
 WHAT is between my heart and the moon 
 To you alone I tell, 
 In words soft as the trembling tone 
 
 That comes from the far buoy-bell. 
 What is between my heart and the sea 
 
 Was never told nor writ, 
 Because, like this my love for you. 
 Its strength seems infinite. 
 
 What is between my heart and the stars 
 
 You need but ask to learn. 
 For all my clustered thought of you 
 
 Like them with beauty burn. 
 What is between my heart and the deeps 
 
 Of death could be confessed 
 Only when I have clasped you there 
 
 Again unto my breast. 
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TWILIGHT CONTENT 
 
 IS it the wind in trees or waters falling? 
 Is it the canyon-shadows rushing down 
 The ridgy slopes that seem so to be calling 
 My heart in twilit tenderness to drown? 
 
 Is it the canyon wren's diminuendo 
 That slips down a soft scale of minor peace? 
 Is it the spell of night's lone wide crescendo 
 Of mountain rest upon me — is it these? 
 
 Or but some sense of you I cannot measure? 
 Some memory of a wind of love that blew 
 Out of your heart to mine? Some darkling 
 
 pleasure 
 In the first shade of grief I shared with you? 
 
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TWILIGHT CONTENT 
 
 I cannot tell. I only know how surely 
 In you — and the world's beauty — I rejoice. 
 The wren is still: gone to her nest demurely. 
 The night has come — yet silence is your 
 voice. 
 
 41 
 
ON THE BEACH 
 
 THE long coast curves and the cliffs rise 
 up, 
 Red and white and green; 
 The surf slips in with a sucking din 
 
 Of shingle-wash between. 
 The light gulls float with crimson bills 
 
 Set seaward — not one cries: 
 And we are alone, alone with them, 
 Under the aimless skies. 
 
 The tide slips in, of the moon released, 
 
 Its rhythm gives us rest, 
 And in its pause there are hid sweet awes 
 
 That sink into the breast 
 With silent soothing — till the coast 
 
 Is lost in mystic gloam. 
 And till deep in my dreams I hear 
 
 Your voice, that calls me home. 
 42 
 
AT THE EBB-HOUR 
 
 AS I hear, thro the midnight sighing, 
 The low ebb-tide withdrawn, 
 And gulls on the dark cliff crying 
 
 For far discernless dawn. 
 It seems that all life is lying 
 
 Within your every breath, 
 Yet I cannot believe in dying. 
 Or death. 
 
 As I hear, from the gray church tower, 
 
 The bell's unfailing sound 
 Peal forth hour after hour 
 
 To night's lone reaches round. 
 It seems as if Time's wan power 
 
 Would sear all things apace — 
 All, save in my heart one flower. 
 Your face. 
 43 
 
THE EDGE OF THE HILL 
 
 IF we walked over the edge of the hill 
 And on, should we reach the moon? 
 Silver it lies in the twilit skies 
 
 Just over trees that croon 
 With the trembling breeze and softened pleas 
 
 Of the whippoorwill's lone cry. 
 If we walked over the edge of the hill 
 And reached the moon, would the wefts of ill 
 Fade there, from love, and die? 
 
 If we walked over the edge of the hill 
 And on, should we reach the stars? 
 
 And God at the end, our final friend 
 In all time's troublous wars? 
 
 And then, at last, with the world far past. 
 Should we be satisfied? 
 
 44 
 
THE EDGE OF THE HILL 
 
 Or long again for the edge of the hill? 
 And love so frailly human still? 
 And hopes that never abide? 
 
 45 
 
MINGLINGS 
 
 IT is the old, old vision — 
 The moonlit sea — and you. 
 I cannot make disseverance 
 
 Between the two. 
 For all the world's wide beauty 
 
 To me you seem, 
 All that I love in shadow 
 Or glow or gleam. 
 
 It is the old, old murmur, 
 
 The sea's sound and your voice. 
 God in his Bliss between them 
 
 Could make no choice. 
 For all the world's deep music 
 
 In you I hear: 
 Nor shall I ask death, ever. 
 
 For aught more dear. 
 46 
 
THE HEART'S QUESTION 
 
 IS it such a little thing 
 To find a wind-flower 
 Twinkling in the wild-wood 
 
 Hour after hour, 
 Dancing to the wind's pipe 
 
 With a happy nod? 
 Is it such a little thing? 
 I think it is God. 
 
 Is it such a little thing 
 
 To find the young moon 
 Flitting thro the tree boughs 
 
 In her silver shoon, 
 Seeking for the wind-flower 
 
 There along the sod? 
 Is it such a little thing? 
 
 I think it is God. 
 47 
 
THE HEART'S QUESTION 
 
 Is it such a little thing 
 
 To find in your face 
 Something of the wind-flower 
 
 And young moon's grace? 
 Something of the wild-wood, 
 
 Ever faery-trod? 
 Is it such a little thing? 
 
 I think it is God. 
 
 48 
 
ASSUAGEMENT 
 
 HOW close tonight the whippoorwill 
 Calls, as the stars come out; 
 And then how like a far echo — shrill 
 
 No more, hut a dream-shout. 
 How softly there does the Infinite 
 
 Lift up the silver moon, 
 And then how silently He sets 
 Our care-sick hearts in tune. 
 
 How soothingly does the night-wind sigh, 
 
 And ease the earth to sleep. 
 How fugitive is the cricket's cry, 
 
 But, oh, with life how deep. 
 How vastly stretches the universe, 
 
 How lone and how aloof, 
 Until our hands touch — then it seems 
 
 But love's star-builded roof. 
 49 
 
FIRST AND LAST 
 
 NIGHT has uttered a star, 
 A first faint word 
 Of her epic to follow. 
 Night has uttered a star; 
 It hangs in the dusk's high hollow. 
 Night has uttered a star; 
 As you, supernally dear to me. 
 First uttered the word that brought my heart 
 Starry infinity. 
 
 Night has ended her lay, 
 Her epic lay 
 Of heavenly burning. 
 Night has ended her lay. 
 And the dawn wind is returning. 
 Night has ended her lay; 
 But the starry-rhythms of your love 
 Thro all my being's breadth, I know. 
 Can never cease to move. 
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