III. 'O YE, all ye that walk in Willowwood, Ere ye, ere ye again shall see the light! Alas! the bitter banks in Willowwood, With tear-spurge wan, with blood-wort burning red : Alas! if ever such a pillow could Steep deep the soul in sleep till she were dead, Better all life forget her than this thing, That Willowwood should hold her wandering!' IV. So sang he and as meeting rose and rose And her face fell back drowned, and was as grey As its grey eyes; and if it ever may Meet mine again I know not if Love knows. Only I know that I leaned low and drank SONNET XXVIII. STILLBORN LOVE. THE hour which might have been yet might not be, Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore Yet whereof life was barren,-on what shore Bides it the breaking of Time's weary sea? It somewhere sighs and serves, and mute before His hours elect in choral consonancy. But lo! what wedded souls now hand in hand Together tread at last the immortal strand With eyes where burning memory lights love home? Lo! how the little outcast hour has turned And leaped to them and in their faces yearned : 'I am your child: O parents, ye have come !' SONNET XXIX. INCLUSIVENESS. THE changing guests, each in a different mood, And every life among them in likewise Is a soul's board set daily with new food. What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood May not this ancient room thou sit'st in dwell In separate living souls for joy or pain? Nay, all its corners may be painted plain Where Heaven shows pictures of some life spent well; And may be stamped, a memory all in vain, Upon the sight of lidless eyes in Hell. SONNET XXX. KNOWN IN VAIN. As two whose love, first foolish, widening scope, The Holy of holies; who because they scoff'd When Work and Will awake too late, to gaze After their life sailed by, and hold their breath. Ah! who shall dare to search through what sad maze Thenceforth their incommunicable ways Follow the desultory feet of Death? |