AN OLD SONG ENDED. 'How should I your true love know From another one?' 'By his cockle-hat and staff And his sandal-shoon.' 'And what signs have told you now That he hastens home?' 'Lo! the spring is nearly gone, He is nearly come.' 'For a token is there nought, Say, that he should bring?' 'He will bear a ring I gave And another ring.' 'How may I, when he shall ask, Tell him who lies there?' 'Nay, but leave my face unveiled And unbound my hair.' 'Can you say to me some word I shall say to him ?' 'Say I'm looking in his eyes Though my eyes are dim.' WORLD'S WORTH. 'Tis of the Father Hilary. He strove, but could not pray; so took The steep-coiled stair, where his feet shook A sad blind echo. Ever up He toiled. 'Twas a sick sway of air That autumn noon within the stair, As dizzy as a turning cup. His brain benumbed him, void and thin; He shut his eyes and felt it spin; The obscure deafness hemmed him in. He said: 'O world, what world for me?' He leaned unto the balcony Where the chime keeps the night and day; He had his face upon the stone: Swept with no wing, with wind alone. Close to his feet the sky did shake With wind in pools that the rains make: The ripple set his eyes to ache. He said: 'O world, what world for me?' He stood within the mystery Girding God's blessed Eucharist : The organ and the chaunt had ceas'd. The last words paused against his ear Said from the altar: drawn round him The gathering rest was dumb and dim. And now the sacring-bell rang clear And ceased; and all was awe,—the breath Of God in man that warranteth The inmost utmost things of faith. He said: 'O God, my world in Thee!' ASPECTA MEDUSA. ANDROMEDA, by Perseus saved and wed, That death she lived by. Let not thine eyes know Any forbidden thing itself, although It once should save as well as kill: but be Its shadow upon life enough for thee. THE BRIDE'S PRELUDE. 'SISTER,' said busy Amelotte To listless Aloÿse ; Along your wedding-road the wheat Bends as to hear your horse's feet, And the noonday stands still for heat.' Amelotte laughed into the air With eyes that sought the sun : But where the walls in long brocade Were screened, as one who is afraid Sat Aloyse within the shade. And even in shade was gleam enough To shut out full repose From the bride's 'tiring-chamber, which Was like the inner altar-niche Whose dimness worship has made rich. |