[Illustration:]

     DELILAH.

     In the midnight of darkness and terror,
       When I would grope nearer to God,
     With my back to a record of error
       And the highway of sin I have trod,
     There come to me shapes I would banish—­
       The shapes of the deeds I have done;
     And I pray and I plead till they vanish—­
       All vanish and leave me, save one.

     That one with a smile like the splendor
       Of the sun in the middle-day skies—­
     That one with a spell that is tender—­
       That one with a dream in her eyes—­
     Cometh close, in her rare Southern beauty,
       Her languor, her indolent grace;
     And my soul turns its back on its duty,
       To live in the light of her face.

     She touches my cheek, and I quiver—­
       I tremble with exquisite pains;
     She sighs—­like an overcharged river
       My blood rushes on through my veins’,
     She smiles—­and in mad-tiger fashion,
       As a she-tiger fondles her own,
     I clasp her with fierceness and passion,
       And kiss her with shudder and groan.

     Once more, in our love’s sweet beginning,
       I put away God and the World;
     Once more, in the joys of our sinning,
       Are the hopes of eternity hurled. 
     There is nothing my soul lacks or misses
       As I clasp the dream shape to my breast;
     In the passion and pain of her kisses
       Life blooms to its richest and best.

     O ghost of dead sin unrelenting,
       Go back to the dust and the sod! 
     Too dear and too sweet for repenting,
       Ye stand between me and my God. 
     If I, by the Throne, should behold you,
       Smiling up with those eyes loved so well,
     Close, close in my arms I would fold you,
       And drop with you down to sweet Hell!

     [Illustration:  DELILAH]

     LOVE SONG.

     Once in the world’s first prime,
       When nothing lived or stirred—­
     Nothing but new-born Time,
       Nor was there even a bird—­
     The Silence spoke to a Star;
       But I do not dare repeat
     What it said to its love afar,
       It was too sweet, too sweet.

     But there, in the fair world’s youth,
       Ere sorrow had drawn breath,
     When nothing was known but Truth,
       Nor was there even death,
     The Star to Silence was wed,
       And the Sun was priest that day,
     And they made their bridal-bed
       High in the Milky Way.

     For the great white star had heard
       Her silent lover’s speech;
     It needed no passionate word
       To pledge them each to each. 
     Oh, lady fair and far,
       Hear, oh, hear and apply! 
     Thou, the beautiful Star—­
       The voiceless Silence, I.