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
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,
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.
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.