To-day? Lo! night is here. The glen grows heavy with some veil Risen from the earth or fall'n to make earth pale; Until the night-wind shake the shade like fear Ah! by a colder wave On deathlier airs the hour must come Which to thy heart, my love, shall call me home. Against that night the lapping waters lave, But there Love's self doth stand, And with Life's weary wings far-flown, And with Death's eyes that make the water moan, Gathers the water in his hand : And they that drink know nought of sky or land But only love alone. O soul-sequestered face Far off,-O were that night but now ! So even beside that stream even I and thou Through thirsting lips should draw Love's grace, And in the zone of that supreme embrace Bind aching breast and brow. O water whispering Still through the dark into mine ears, As with mine eyes, is it not now with hers? - THE CARD-DEALER. COULD you not drink her gaze like wine? Into the silence languidly As a tune into a tune, Those eyes unravel the coiled night And know the stars at noon. The gold that's heaped beside her hand, In truth rich prize it were ; And rich the dreams that wreathe her brows With magic stillness there; And he were rich who should unwind That woven golden hair. Around her, where she sits, the dance Now breathes its eager heat; And not more lightly or more true Fall there the dancers' feet Than fall her cards on the bright board As 'twere an heart that beat. Her fingers let them softly through, And each one as it falls reflects In swift light-shadowings, Blood-red and purple, green and blue, The great eyes of her rings. Whom plays she with? With thee, who lov'st Those gems upon her hand; With me, who search her secret brows; With all men, bless'd or bann'd. We play together, she and we, Within a vain strange land: A land without any order,— Day even as night, (one saith,)— Where who lieth down ariseth not Nor the sleeper awakeneth; A land of darkness as darkness itself And of the shadow of death. What be her cards, you ask? Even these:- Skilled to make base seem brave; The club, for smiting in the dark; And do you ask what game she plays? With me 'tis lost or won; With thee it is playing still; with him It is not well begun ; But 'tis a game she plays with all Beneath the sway o' the sun. Thou seest the card that falls,—she knows The card that followeth : Her game in thy tongue is called Life, As ebbs thy daily breath: When she shall speak, thou'lt learn her tongue And know she calls it Death. |