Lo! what am I to Love, the lord of all? One murmuring shell he gathers from the sand,— One little heart-flame sheltered in his hand. Yet through thine eyes he grants me clearest call And veriest touch of powers primordial That any hour-girt life may understand. SONNET XXXV. THE LAMP'S SHRINE. SOMETIMES I fain would find in thee some fault, Even in men's sight unworthier, being lit Yet will I nowise shrink; but at Love's shrine SONNET XXXVI. LIFE-IN-LOVE. NOT in thy body is thy life at all But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes; Through these she yields thee life that vivifies What else were sorrow's servant and death's thrall. Look on thyself without her, and recall The waste remembrance and forlorn surmise That lived but in a dead-drawn breath of sighs O'er vanished hours and hours eventual. Even so much life hath the poor tress of hair SONNET XXXVII. THE LOVE-MOON. "WHEN that dead face, borrowed in the furthest years, "Nay, pitiful Love, nay, loving Pity! Well Thou knowest that in these twain I have confess'd Two very voices of thy summoning bell. Nay, Master, shall not Death make manifest SONNET XXXVIII. THE MORROW'S MESSAGE. "THOU Ghost," I said, "and is thy name To-day ?- And each beforehand makes such poor avow Then cried I: "Mother of many malisons, SONNET XXXIX. SLEEPLESS DREAMS. GIRT in dark growths, yet glimmering with one star, What wings are these that fan my pillow smooth? And why does Sleep, waved back by Joy and Ruth, Tread softly round and gaze at me from far? Nay, night deep-leaved! And would Love feign in thee O lonely night! art thou not known to me, A thicket hung with masks of mockery And watered with the wasteful warmth of tears? SONNET XL. SEVERED SELVES. Two separate divided silences, Which, brought together, would find loving voice; In love, now lost like stars beyond dark trees; Such are we now. Ah! may our hope forecast Of darkened love once more the light shall gleam?— An hour how slow to come, how quickly past,— Which blooms and fades, and only leaves at last Faint as shed flowers, the attenuated dream. SONNET XLI. THROUGH DEATH TO LOVE. LIKE labor-laden moonclouds faint to flee Of night's flood-tide,-like terrors that agree Even such, within some glass dimmed by our breath, Howbeit athwart Death's imminent shade doth soar Hath guest fire-fledged as thine, whose lord is Love? SONNET XLII. HOPE OVERTAKEN. I DEEMED thy garments, O my Hope, were gray, On all that road our footsteps erst had been O Hope of mine whose eyes are living love, No eyes but hers,-O Love and Hope the same !— Lean close to me, for now the sinking sun That warmed our feet scarce gilds our hair above. O hers thy voice and very hers thy name! Alas, cling round me, for the day is done! SONNET XLIII. LOVE AND HOPE. BLESS love and hope. Full many a withered year Flutes softly to us from some green byway: Cling heart to heart; nor of this hour demand Whether in very truth, when we are dead, Our hearts shall wake to know Love's golden head Sole sunshine of the imperishable land; Or but discern, through night's unfeatured scope, Scorn-fired at length the illusive eyes of Hope. SONNET XLIV. CLOUD AND WIND. LOVE, should I fear death most for you or me? Forcing the straits of change? Alas! but who |