COMPENSATION. You shake your head and talk of evil days: Of joyous living. But now to front my fears I set a counter-truth which comes and cheers Until stars gather into twilight skies? N TO A CHILD DEAD AS SOON AS BORN. A little wrath was on thy forehead, Boy, Being thus defeated; the resolved will Which death could not subdue, was threatening still From lip and brow. I know that it was joy No casual misadventure might destroy To have lived, and fought and died. Therefore I kill The pang for thee, unknown; nor count it ill Where Life would plant a warder keen and pure. I thought to see a little piteous clay The grave had need of, pale from light obscure February 1871. BROTHER DEATH. When thou would'st have me go with thee, O Death, Over the utmost verge, to the dim place, Practise upon me with no amorous grace Of fawning lips, and words of delicate breath, Nor think for me there must be sought-out ways Hold thy hand out and I will place mine there; And dare to lay my forehead where the whole Shadow lies deep of thy purpureal hair. THE MAGE. When I shall sing my songs the world will hear, -Which hears not these,-I shall be white with age, My beard on breast great as befits a mage So skilled; but song is young, and in no drear Tome-crammed, lamp-litten chamber shall mine fear To pine ascetic. Where the woods are deep, Of breeze and bloom, gaze, but my art revere ! In characters vermilion, azure, gold, With bird, starred flower, and peering dragon-fly Limned in the lines; and secrets shall be told Of greatest Pan, and lives of wood-nymphs shy, Blabbed by my goat-foot servitor overbold. WISE PASSIVENESS. Think you I choose or that or this to sing? I lie as patient as yon wealthy stream Dreaming among green fields its summer dream, Which takes whate'er the gracious hours will bring Into its quiet bosom; not a thing Too common, since perhaps you see it there Who else had never seen it, though as fair As on the world's first morn; a fluttering Of idle butterflies; or the deft seeds |