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Title: The eternal laughter, and other poems

Author: W. Starling Burgess

Author of introduction, etc.: Julian Hawthorne

Illustrator: Edmund H. Garrett

Edward Lyne

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Language: English

Original publication: Boston: W. B. Clarke Company, 1903

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THE ETERNAL LAUGHTER

AND OTHER POEMS

“Lo, there came a dream of wonder”

THE ETERNAL

LAUGHTER

AND OTHER POEMS BY

W STARLING BURGESS

WITH AN INTRODUCTION

BY JULIAN HAWTHORNE

With drawings by

Edward Lyne &

Edmund H Garrett

BOSTON—W B CLARKE COMPANY

LONDON—C D CAZENOVE & SON

MCMIII

Copyright, 1903 by

W. STARLING BURGESS

Entered at Stationers’ Hall

The University Press, Cambridge, U.S.A.

INTRODUCTION

INTRODUCTION

ost of our contemporary poetry is first seen in our magazines; and this may be one reason why it is so uniformly meritorious (as regards form and intelligence), and why almost every line of it might have been written by the same person. For the magazine editor is compelled to restrict his criticisms of the product submitted to him to the body of it rather than to its soul; since, however desirable it may be that the latter should be right, it is indispensable that, for magazine purposes, the former should be correct. The natural consequence has been that the soul has gradually disappeared from the common run of magazine poetry, while the body has attained a perfection of form and adornment which the great poets might equal, but could not surpass. And, inasmuch as fashion rules in the outward accoutrements of verse, as well as of society on parade, it has followed that the great majority of magazine verses bear so strong a resemblance one to another that, as aforesaid, nearly all of them might have been composed and indited by the self-same poet. They are very nice, but they are very monotonous; and their most cordial admirer can hardly hope that they will much outlast the physical substance of the medium in which they appear.

Real poetry belongs to another category. It is always the product of real emotion felt by the individual who writes it. It is the record of his personal and independent discoveries in the realm of feeling and thought. In so far, therefore, it creates a new world; nothing just like it was ever before seen, for the same reason that no two persons are just alike. Nevertheless, if the new poet’s mission is authentic and lasting, this new world which he reveals must recommend itself to the reader by proving itself to be a discovery in the consciousness of that reader himself; it must not be alien; in telling the writer’s secrets, it must tell the reader’s as well. Its charm, its grasp, and its permanent value lie in the fact that the new writer, in admitting us to his intimacy, endows us with a fresh insight into ourselves; these emotions of his, his passions, truths, and moods, have ever been our own, but only at his instance did we fully awake to their significance, relation, and value.

Another quality the real poet must needs have—the instinct of beauty. For that (as distinct from mere prettiness and the musical jingle) he must go deep. The enduring harmonies are elemental; they abide at the root of things. They instil a joy which thrills from the very heart of nature to our own. They make us rich and happy. We say of them that they are the flower and fragrance of truth. They refine us and exalt us. They set our feet again on the true path, and give us delicious glimpses of unimaginable good. They are the warrant of human integrity. They make orthodox conceptions of Heaven appear cold and barren in comparison. There is a vital fire in them which arms us against fate.

The authentic poet, too, must trust, at any cost, to his inspiration. When he is vibrating to the impulses of the god, he must ask no questions, but obey. Things will be told to him which are above the height and below the sounding of his common understanding. When he has been let down once more to his normal level, he questions these revelations as another might; but he must yield to them. He will be charged with obscurity; but he must content himself with the assurance that certain heights of feeling and perception do not lend themselves to mortal language, except in hints and allusions; they will not be explicit. The reader who has a soul for these things will understand; the others must wait, and, if they will, complain. There is a Fourth Dimension in these matters, which we must compound with as best we may. Such obscurities may be the upper rungs of the ladder which stretches from earth to Heaven.

But I will not longer dwell on these general considerations; my function is to speak for a new poet, who here, for the first time, addresses his contemporaries. Poet I call him, advisedly. He has much to learn in the way of fashionable tailoring; but for those able to care, in this age, for the naked beauty of nymphs and demigods, he can say something. I must not be coarsely misunderstood; the delicacy and refinement of his inspiration are extreme. But the soul of his theme has so commanded him that he has often been heedless of the technique of form. The divine pressure of the message has often caused his mortal tongue to stammer in its delivery. It would be easy to correct these lapses or negligencies; but at the risk of compromising their individuality—of lowering their spirit to the conventional. Rather, I rejoice in them, as one rejoices in the awkwardness and naïveté of virginity. Growth will adjust these surface inharmonies. Meanwhile, they are the warrant that here is one who writes in response to an intensity of vision and emotion, pressing intolerably from within for expression. Truth and beauty, genuinely perceived, will not stay in the heart, but demand to be released, because they belong to the greater heart of humanity. It is only the brain that can keep its own counsels. The poet knows that what is given to him is far too precious for personal ownership. It must out.

The substance of the book is the love of a lover for his beloved. No story is told. In one short piece after another the moods of the lover are reflected; and all of them wear the shadowy vestments of night, twilight, and dawn; the sun has not yet risen, or he has set. Love in eclipse: love waiting: love remembering:—these states of emotion, and the insight they inspire into life, nature, and the Creative purposes, are the features of the theme. The phases are briefly treated; but they are not to be briefly dismissed by the reader; the thoughts and feelings embodied are long and deep, and sometimes, in their simplicity, abstruse and subtle. Ever and anon, they are imperfectly conveyed. But, constantly, the right word blooms out with no more effort than a flower blooms, with satisfying felicity. In this respect, and in a rich beauty of imagery, the writer brings Keats to mind; and the conception of others of his verses suggests a fellowship with William Blake. Yet he is far from being a poet of echoes; he stands on his own feet, and his head brushes his own stars. It is poetry that stirs within him, not the poets.

It is to poets, therefore, rather than to the general public, that his book will make its first appeal. They can appreciate and extenuate; welcome what is given, and wait hopefully for what may be to come. That which is to come will doubtless reach a far wider audience. The essentials of poetry are already here; if, now, the writer, without forfeiting his individual voice and impulse, can achieve greater perfection of expression, he can add a new page to the Golden Book of time.

JULIAN HAWTHORNE.

NOVEMBER 5, 1903.

CONTENTS

P AGE

The Eternal Laughter

7

Waiting

8

She hears Strange Sound and knows not what it is

10

Good-Night

12

She sleeps upon the Sea

13

Night and Sleep

14

To a Flower once worn upon her Breast

15

Her Being

16

Thou art the Miracle

17

The Vision of the Ant

18

Earth’s Insufficiency

19

What art Thou?

21

Blinded with Thine Eyes

22

The Flower and the Sea-Shell

23

The Night

24

Everywhere

25

The Wish

26

The Snowstorm

27

A Prayer

28

Before the Dawn

29

Thy Coming in the Night

31

A Nightmare

33

Ave Cometa

34

Let there be no Change

35

The Window of Sleep

36

Thou art my Light

37

Vain Speech

38

The Wind speaks to Her

39

Change

40

The Mystic

41

My Little Girl

43

Whither?

44

Where art Thou?

45

The Wind

46

Autumn

47

The Song of Nature

48

Parted

49

The Sleep of Death

51

Regret

52

Is it Well with Her?

53

Thy Hair

54

Shadow Land

56

Sunrise at Sea

57

Fair Earth, Farewell

58

Death?

59

THE ETERNAL LAUGHTER

THE ETERNAL LAUGHTER

o, there came a dream of wonder:—

Beyond the calling wind I sped,

Through space from which all light had fled

I passed from earth and life asunder.

Alone, in the eternal vastness,

I floated from the cloud of time,

Till, in that mystic space sublime,

It faded in a distant fastness.

When, from the gray heaven afar,

Thou deep eternal King of all,

Thy words unmasked,—to me Thy call

Sounded o’er path of sun and star.

Then, veiléd in mysterious spell,

It seemed Thy thought grew clear to me.

It seemed, ah God, I laughed with Thee,

Father, I knew Thee then so well.

WAITING

aiting by the shadowed road,

Where the last of sunset glowed,

I watched the fainting twilight go,

Saw the trembling starlight grow,

Felt the rising arm of Night

Round me wrap her mantle quite;

All beneath her shrouding seize,

With her darkness drown the trees.

There I knew the death of Day

And the Night’s mysterious sway,—

Marked the shadows climb and fall

From a waving pine tree tall,

Heard a sound within the wood,

Felt my heart sink where I stood,

Saw the flowers, tipped with gold,

At a footfall, lo! unfold—

Heard the insects cease to sing,

Guessed the listening of each thing.

Then the flowers of the night,

Lo, the darkness, swift in flight,

All the stars above thee, sweet,

And the earth beneath thy feet,

In the glory of thy way

Spread their wings and passed away.

SHE HEARS STRANGE SOUND AND KNOWS NOT WHAT IT IS

Sweetheart, amid the forest, in the night,

Didst thou once hear a sound—some branches break?

And didst thou question then what might be there?

Know, dear, that thou art unattended never.

When all thy beauty once was made, and passed

From heaven to earth, then wert thou far too fair

And exquisite to wander through this world

Alone, a prey to all the things that live.

So God, thy father, sent with thee to earth

A troop of spirits and kind creatures strange,

To guard all paths on which thy fairy feet

Should roam, and shield thee from the envious beasts

Of land and sea, made wild and desperate

With thine enchantment and dear ways of thee.

So, sweet, if in the night, whilst gazing up,

Enchanting with thine eyes some envied star,

That star is of a sudden lost to thee,

And shadows from dark, sweeping wings pass by,—

Or if again thou hearest footfalls dim,

And crushing sounds within the forest black,

Be not afraid, my fairest, close thine eyes,

’Tis but the passing of thy guarding host.

GOOD-NIGHT

ood-night, sweetheart,

I’ll dream I am

Some airy spirit of the dark,

That within thy chamber, dear,

May float as the breath of a flower;

Or like some passing bird of night,

Rest on black wings to gaze at thee

In starlight sleeping on thy bed,

Thine eyelids closed upon thine eyes

Of glory, and thy hair in floods

Of dark and changing gold, at rest

About thy sad and fairest face,

And on thy breast, so holy white.

Beside thee exquisitely stealing,

One trusting hand, whose tender touch

Would turn the blinding pain from Hell,

And from the hollow eyes of Death

Would verily draw tears.

“Shall glide sea-children then to thee”

SHE SLEEPS UPON THE SEA

n climbing shadows of the sea,

To-night, sweetheart, shall be thy bed,

And through the green, dark waters led

Shall glide sea-children then to thee.

The cheek of roaring wind and sea

Shall be thy pillow, and the waves,

With voices gleaned from surging caves

Through lips of foam shall sing to thee.

The stars of night shall serve thee for thy candle’s spark,

And, sweet, the hull of night shall be thy cradle dark.

NIGHT AND SLEEP

he shades of the night, from that region

Beyond the red sunset of flame,

Bear in their deep fringes a legion

Of ghosts without name;

Of ghosts, yea, an infinite number,

Strange beings that know not the day,

Sowing love or tares into slumber,

Then fading away.

O welcome, Night! breathe from thy lips

Thy breath, on whose wings I am free,

That fans not the sail of tall ships,

Nor stirs the deep sea;

The vapor dissolving the hardness

Of all which we meet in the light;

The potion instilled with thy sweetness

And magic, dark Night.

TO A FLOWER ONCE WORN UPON HER BREAST

lower, where art thou now, that once

Lay on her breast? Had not her glory

Sunk me in deep forgetfulness

Of all, I should have prayed her then

For thee, happy flower. But with

Thy mother earth, and all the air

That with thy breathing fragrant was;

With the mighty sun that gave thee

Life, and the night that gave thee rest,

With these miracles—little flower,

Yea, thou also, faded from my thought

When she drew near, and filled mine eyes.

HER BEING

here is truth within thine eyes

The world hath never taught;

All doth tell of thee within

That is about thee wrought:

The glory of a star,

The beauty of a flower wild,

The mercy of God,

The sweetness of a little child.

THOU ART THE MIRACLE

h, sweet,—

Than holding all His thundrous sea,

More glory were it for God’s Hand

To hold thy feet.

THE VISION OF THE ANT

t was not light discordant

Of waves with untunéd crests;

Nor light of moon, nor stars,

But that of all infinity,

Glided athwart the leaflet bars,—

The dawn-beam of eternity.

A vision ne’er by living seen,

Nor e’en by the good in death,

Of form most like a fairy queen,

Of substance of the rose’s breath.

Far in the starry sky

Waved ringlets, all of golden brown,

Within whose silken frame did lie

Her face, in a rose-leaf gown.

EARTH’S INSUFFICIENCY

Wrapt in the falling veil of night,

Worlds unknown sweep about me;

The shadow lands of ghostly light

Deep in mystery greet me.

Swiftly grow sight and hearing faint,

As the forms of earthly things,

Passing confused without restraint,

Waver as borne forth by wings.

Time is no more, nor place;

Dark regions all, with spectres rife,—

Gray worlds that fill not space,

That pass beyond this bounded life!

Life, the slave of the hour long,

Can it give the deed unwrought,

Cancel the memory of wrong,

Or ever reach the end we sought?

One little hour of joy and hope,—

’Tis gone. Canst thou, Earth Spirit,

In all thy power’s scope,

From time’s unturning tide recall it?

Or at thy will the end require

Of all that guides the falling rain,

And propels the stars of fire

Through the ethereal domain?

WHAT ART THOU?

hat art thou?

None can the answer lend—

That answer without end.

The sea and the silent forest,

All the world, can but suggest;

For thy shadows are the night skies,

And the stars of night thine eyes.

BLINDED WITH THINE EYES

weetheart, I love thee, I can say no more,

For I am blinded with thine eyes, and with

Thy voice am dumb, and lulled beyond all sleep,

All death beyond, with thy strange fragrance, sweet;

And though it seemed the glory could not last,

Yet, in each moment, dear, some new sweet thing

I learned of thee,—some message from thine eyes

Of wonder, some ecstacy in the form of thee,

Which is more fair than all of loveliness.

THE FLOWER AND THE SEA-SHELL

n a dream I found a flower

Growing in a woodland bower;

In the dream I plucked the flower

From the fading, darksome bower.

Then I, dreaming, from the woodland

Journeyed stilly to the sealand,

And upon a girted headland

Found a sea-shell in the dreamland.

Sweet, the flower was thy breath,

And the sea-shell was thy voice.

THE NIGHT

’er the threshold of the West

Hath closed the gate of night.

O wondrous night, where hast thou gone,

Ne’er more to sing thy fair, sweet song?

Or art thou dead, O fairest night,

And laid within the tombéd past,

Thy light alone in dreams to last?

Ah, no, thou art within a fortress,

Hidden in the mist of time,

Whose towers o’er the clouds I’ll see,

When the hill of Death I climb.

EVERYWHERE

hrough the dark-walled wood I wander,

By the leaf that lisps in the night-breath tender,

And songs that listless wings of insects render,—

Thou art here!

Where, thundering from ocean’s flume,

Far flies the foaming spume,

And the waters of the crest seethe to the hollow’s gloom,

Thy spirit dwells.

Still, in the soundless space of stars,

Where comets glide with golden bars,

All unrivalled, all beloved, in those stars

Thou livest.

THE WISH

here may I forever dwell,

In the cloud-breath of thy lips;

In the starlight of thine eyes;

For thou art the life eternal,

And thy brow is the moonlit skies.

THE SNOWSTORM

o majestical and wondrous,

All silent fell the snow;

It seemed the bearded Face of God

Did bend o’er those below.

A PRAYER

hou comest, fairer than the night

That heals the wound of day;

Breathing from thy spirit sleep,

Dreamlike and fair and free,

Lending to my doubting heart

Dear hope of life with thee.

O had I words from angel mouths,

Thou might my prayer receive;

For naught of earth, sweet love, can tell

The smallest part of thee.

BEFORE THE DAWN

ystic hour of the day and night,

Ere death of dark, ere yet is light,

Night’s dying breath, and birth of day,

Ere dreams and sleep have passed away:

The time when the gray wind, along

The edge of night, sings human song;

And the deep chill is clearest felt,

That Death in awful march has dealt:

The hour ere sounds of day begin,

What time Death walks most widely in:

When o’er the pale and ashen land,

In the dim day, upon the sand,

The fan-like tracings of the feet

Of Death on earth we yet may meet:

When the last stars, the tired eyes

Of night, fade ’neath the morning skies,

And closed by eyelids of dawn’s fire,

Before the breaking day retire:

Then from the far, faint heaven’s blue,

The first bird wakes creation new.

THY COMING IN THE NIGHT

Awaking from some dream of thee,

Unwillingly torn from a far

And unremembered life with thee,

I saw the forests of the night

In her low hours unbar. Borne up

Reluctant from the pool of sleep,

I gazed on the uncolored dark,

Till, like the bursting of the sky

Of Hell,—behold, the wall of night

Was of a sudden shattered, and

I saw the black wings of darkness

Uplifted by thy fair white hands;

And o’er my bed, stealing unheard

Through the mist of night, I felt thee bend.

Ah, sweet, thy coming gave me then

Long-lost and curious knowledge;

Once more those magic sounds I knew,

Of things first heard, which fall but to

The child upon his mother’s breast,—

Those fading sounds beyond the world of now,

Which, always to the agéd ear,

Are but the footfalls striking fire

Of a lone horseman of the night,

Yet to the child are infinite.

Hearing such sounds, then to my nostrils

Came the odor of strange flowers,

Far sweeter than violets born

In the deep forests of the world.

Drenched in thy scattered hair, which is

Fairer than all the rain of God,

O’er me I felt thy glory pour;

And as a parchéd weed drinks in

The miracle of rain,

So from thy falling hair I drank,

To give my blinded eyes the strength

Of opening, and beholding thee.

A NIGHTMARE

iss me, dear, ere now I die,

For, my love, I thought thee dead.

I dreamed I fought

The moaning wind

Far out upon a plain,

Amid low trees and stones;

And found thee white

And still upon the ground,

Thy fair feet lapped

By all the waters of the world,

Which, serving for the tears of God,

Made their obeisance to thee,

And, gently flowing by thy side,

Drank in with myriad liquid mouths

Thy warm, sweet blood.

AVE COMETA

lorious is thy pathway

Through the stars of fire,

For a port that hath no reaching,

With a speed that cannot tire.

Tell me, Comet, He who launched thee,—

Doth He love a man in pain,

Smaller than the glowing dust

In thy wake of flaming mane?

Comet fearful, will He save me,—

He who plays with such as thee?

LET THERE BE NO CHANGE

hrough the postern

All must enter,

And alone the ghost return,

Oft have I wondered

Shall I find thee

In that mystery of the dead?

Will each hand so tender,

And thine eyes of glory,

Thee to me unchangéd render?

For every difference in thee,

No matter how very small it be,

Would make a hell for me.

THE WINDOW OF SLEEP

ot e’en with the flash of the lightning

May’st thou the dream depth scan;

For a barrier lofty and deep

Are the bars of awaking that span

The window of sleep.

THOU ART MY LIGHT

s from the boundless space, the light of stars,

In mystery, falls upon this earth of ours;

So, from thy soul, thine eyes’ deep, tender light

Descends to me, enwrapt in darkest night.

VAIN SPEECH

weet, how can I express

Or give of love to thee?

For, bounded with thy glory,

Naught of my soul is free.

Nor golden of the sunset,

Nor red of dawn at sea,

Nor all the stars in heaven

Can paint the form of thee.

THE WIND SPEAKS TO HER

nder the stars she lay,

And unto her, softly,

The night wind whispered:—

“O, thou, so fair, so pure, so good;

Thou, so stately, yet so tender,

And so queenly, yet so elfin,

Wilt thou to me thy secret render,

And to me thine eyes surrender,

Of thy world beyond the sky wall,

What thou seest beyond the stars?”

CHANGE

awoke upon the ocean,

On the patient, toiling sea,

And all alone without thee,

With the waters round me dripping,

With the waves about me lapping,

In the wasteness of the sea.

And the moon did build a pathway

O’er the rolling wall of sea.

By that silver path I sought thee,

With the waters round me dripping,

And the waves about me lapping,

In the thunder of the sea.

Nor path need build the moonbeam,

Nor wall can make the sea;

For now thou art beside me,

With the waters round us dripping,

With the waves about us lapping,

In the glory of the sea.

THE MYSTIC

Deeper than thought or sleep,

This, this alone, I know:

Though the great stars be shattered,

And wide all the world be scattered,

In me the kingdom is;

Within I live

Eternity and time.

No deed of wrong,

Nor path ill taken,

Nor fate can blast

What is the all.

And love, though brief,

And falling

Like the withered leaf,

Dies not beyond recalling;

And in my coiling

Flight

Through life to death,

Then far beyond,

Must yet return again,

And be renewed.

Not as the fading

Life in dreams,

Which is deep-barred

And gray—like ashes

Is ever blasted

By the cloud awaking;

But lived once more

All glowing warm,

As the unknown to-morrow

Here flames from the life of now.

Though knowing

Nothing,

This I know:

Whate’er befall,

My lifetime but swift lightning is;

Beyond is all.

MY LITTLE GIRL

hou art the spirit,

The angel of life.

Thou art the being

That leadest through death.

I love thee, dear,

As God in life;

I love thee, still,

As hope in death,

And more than all—

My little girl.

WHITHER?

hither, whither, from the world,

If I fly, will lead to thee,—

Where the stars of fire wander

In the ether’s boundless sea?

Or in lands that have existence

Like the fading coast of dreams,

Where no law of nature trammels,

And but spirit starlight gleams?

WHERE ART THOU?

weetheart, whither hast thou entered

That in vain I seek to find thee?

In that shadow—more than dreamland—

Tell me of the spells that bind thee.

Sadly through the night I listen

For some wind to waft thy voice

Where enchanted moonbeams glisten,

Ere the morrow balk my choice

With a dagger swift to sever

All that chains me to this shore;

Beyond in sleep to dream forever,

Or in life to love thee more.

THE WIND

ike the cry of one in sorrow,

Hark, the wind is calling

O’er the dark forest fringe,

Where the pale starlight’s falling:

“Sweet, I loved thee,”—hear it say;

“And now thou’rt gone,”—’tis wailing.

AUTUMN

are rock of gray,

Cold autumn air,

And silent scudding cloud,

And leaves in the sunset raiment of your death,

Fair red and yellow gold,

Thou givest me wondrous knowledge,—

A knowledge deeper than the ways of men,

Fast fleeting at their touch,

And vanishing as soon must thou, white cloud;

A knowledge glorious as thy color, dying leaves,

Vaster than all lands and seas

That thou enfoldest, fading air,

And deeper than the earth

That bears thee,—rock of gray!

THE SONG OF NATURE

anst thou hear the song of Nature

Sung by every tiny creature?

How they vie among each other

That the one surpass the other

That he may perfection be,

And so, blessed, become like thee!

PARTED

O why hast thou left me

To sink in the night?

The gray wind hath called me,

And gathered me quite,

And the great world is cold and bereft of thy light.

Dear, what gateway unbars

That thou com’st not at all?

Hast thou fled to the stars

That thou hear’st not my call?

For the earth is all silent and black like a pall.

Sweet, of thy glory

I drank in the dawning.

Sweetest, thy memory

Slays me with longing.

May not a word of thee lessen my mourning?

The air, which erewhile

Breathed low with thy voice,

Now fans me with subtle

Rank poisonous choice—

To live in thine absence, or in death to rejoice.

THE SLEEP OF DEATH

trange Sleep of Death,

What are thy dreams?

I feel thy breath,

Thy dagger gleams

The light grows dim,

As slowing blood

Through chilling limb

Doth end its flood.

REGRET

h, would that from this night, sweet,

My voice could lift to thee,

For the night doth bring regret, sweet,

Of some small thing unsaid,—

Some finger-touch forgotten,

A kiss that ne’er was real,

A lost glance of thine eyes, sweet,

Some odor of thy hair;

The whisper of thy breath, sweet,

The heaven of thy lips,

And all the thrilling whiteness

Of thy two perfect feet;

The harbor of thy arms, dear,

The healing of thy hands,—

Yea, all that mystic firmament

Of miracle of thee.

IS IT WELL WITH HER?

ngel child, so far away,

Free from Nature’s changeful sway,

Tell me, art thou warm to-night?

Whisper, burns thy candle bright,

By thy bed, of cumber free,

Holy in the joy of thee?

Sweet, my darling, hearest thou

Steps of Him who guards thee now,

Crowned and armed before thy door,

Sentinel of Death’s far shore?

Child, His face is kind, I know,

Though His deeds in mystery flow.

THY HAIR

t is a forest

Of shadows

And golden vines:

Even a crown—

More gloried than

The piteous thorns

That wreathed in pain

The Head of Christ:

A whispering wood,

A magic veil,

Wherein all pale

World-wearied eyes

Would flee the dust

Of hurried earth

More utterly

Than in the deep

And flawless

Sleep of death.

It is thy chapel,

Whose fretted shutters

Fall and outbar

The faintest gleam

Of mortal day,—

That within its

Curiously

Woven walls

Thou mayst thine own

Pure light create.

SHADOW LAND

here is a world where noon is night,

Where from dark leaves the slanted light

Turns, with cold o’erwhelming might,

The heart to fear and dread.

There the twigs and branches break,

The sods with lifeless footfalls quake,

And, gliding by the leaflets, rake

The garments of the dead.

SUNRISE AT SEA

hen the first flaming limb

Of the great star of day

Is born in the East,

It is the signal

For the channels of the sea

To open most widely;

The hour for the ghosts

Of those once drowned

To wander on the sea:

And when all seaworn things

Rise from cool wells of flame,

And bathe in the wind of dawn:

It is the time of all

The day and night

When songs are heard

From other worlds;

For then the feet of sound

Most subtly run.

Angel, though then I have thee not,

It is the hour when I am nearest thee.

FAIR EARTH, FAREWELL

air Earth, farewell,

Kiss me good-bye,

Ere yet, beyond thy breath,

To Heaven or Hell I fly.

If Heaven my harborage be,

May it not prove too unlike thee.

Or, if Hell be the place,

Let not the fury

Of its fires quite efface,

Dear Earth, thy memory.

DEATH?

the racing sea!

“What is death?” he cried.

“It goes and comes like me,”

Answered the throbbing tide.

O the mysterious night!

“What is death?” he asked;

And a voice in the dark spoke:

“’Tis life unmasked.”

“Is death like thee?”

O the fallen snow!

“Yea, cold and still like me,”

Breathed the whitened floe.

Then, O, of the earth

He did solution crave;

And the earth answered:

“It is the grave.”

“Death, art thou sleep?” he cried,

O the voice of Death afar:

“Yea, I am sleep,” replied,

“Yet love shall my gate unbar.”

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Table of Contents

THE ETERNAL LAUGHTER AND OTHER POEMS

INTRODUCTION

CONTENTS

THE ETERNAL LAUGHTER

WAITING

SHE HEARS STRANGE SOUND AND KNOWS NOT WHAT IT IS

SHE HEARS STRANGE SOUND AND KNOWS NOT WHAT IT IS

GOOD-NIGHT

SHE SLEEPS UPON THE SEA

NIGHT AND SLEEP

TO A FLOWER ONCE WORN UPON HER BREAST

HER BEING

THOU ART THE MIRACLE

THE VISION OF THE ANT

EARTH’S INSUFFICIENCY

EARTH’S INSUFFICIENCY

WHAT ART THOU?

BLINDED WITH THINE EYES

THE FLOWER AND THE SEA-SHELL

THE NIGHT

EVERYWHERE

THE WISH

THE SNOWSTORM

A PRAYER

BEFORE THE DAWN

THY COMING IN THE NIGHT

THY COMING IN THE NIGHT

A NIGHTMARE

AVE COMETA

LET THERE BE NO CHANGE

THE WINDOW OF SLEEP

THOU ART MY LIGHT

VAIN SPEECH

THE WIND SPEAKS TO HER

CHANGE

THE MYSTIC

THE MYSTIC

MY LITTLE GIRL

WHITHER?

WHERE ART THOU?

THE WIND

AUTUMN

THE SONG OF NATURE

PARTED

PARTED

THE SLEEP OF DEATH

REGRET

IS IT WELL WITH HER?

THY HAIR

SHADOW LAND

SUNRISE AT SEA

FAIR EARTH, FAREWELL

DEATH?

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