HEAVEN OVERARCHES From New Poems. Copyright 1896, by Macmillan & Co. Heaven overarches you and me, And all earth's gardens and her graves. Look up with me, until we see The day break and the shadows flee. THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS From New Poems. Copyright 1896, by Macmillan & Co. HEN all the over-work of life WHEN Is finished once, and fast asleep We swerve no more beneath the knife, But taste the silence cool and deep: Forgetful of the highways rough, Forgetful of the thorny scourge, Then shall we find it is enough? How can we say "enough" on earth- I have not found it since my birth, But still have bartered part for part. I used to labor, used to strive For pleasure with a restless will: All else what matters, good or ill? 12410 I used to dream alone, to plan Unspoken hopes and days to come: To give, to give, not to receive! I long to pour myself, my soul, But king with king to give the whole. I long for one to stir my deep,— I have had enough of help and gift; I long for one to search and sift You scratch my surface with your pin, You stroke me smooth with hushing breath: Nay, pierce, nay, probe, nay, dig within,— Probe my quick core and sound my depth. You talk, you smile, you nothing do: Your vessels are by much too strait: Were I to pour you, you could not hold. A fountain sealed through heat and cold. Not in this world of hope deferred, Eye hath not seen nor ear hath heard Here harvests fail; here breaks the heart: |