SONNET XLIV. THE SUN'S SHAME. BEHOLDING youth and hope in mockery caught On gold, whose master therewith buys his bane; For lonely man with love's desire distraught; And wealth, and strength, and power, and pleasantness, Given unto bodies of whose souls men say, None poor and weak, slavish and foul, as they :— Beholding these things, I behold no less The blushing morn and blushing eve confess The shame that loads the intolerable day. SONNET XIV. THE VASE OF LIFE. AROUND the vase of Life at your slow pace He has not crept, but turned it with his hands, And all its sides already understands. There, girt, one breathes alert for some great race; Who laughs, yet through the jolly throng has pass'd; And he has filled this vase with wine for blood, And would have cast it shattered to the flood, SONNET XLVI. A SUPERSCRIPTION. Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen. Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart One moment through thy soul the soft surprise Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,-Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart Thy visage to mine ambush at thy heart Sleepless with cold commemorative eyes. SONNET XLVII. HE AND I. WHENCE came his feet into my field, and why? How is it that he sees it all so drear? How do I see his seeing, and how hear The name his bitter silence knows it by? This was the little fold of separate sky Whose pasturing clouds in the soul's atmosphere Drew living light from one continual year: How should he find it lifeless? He, or I? Lo! this new Self now wanders round my field, Even in my place he weeps. Even I, not he. SONNETS XLVIII., XLIX. NEWBORN DEATH. I. TO-DAY Death seems to me an infant child How long, O Death? And shall thy feet depart What time with thee indeed I reach the strand Of the pale wave which knows thee what thou art, And drink it in the hollow of thy hand? |