Puslapio vaizdai
PDF
„ePub“
[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors]
[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]
[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

There, while they stood in a green wood And marvelled still on Ill and Good,

Came suddenly Minister Mind. 'In the heart of sin doth hell begin: "T is not below, 't is not above, It lieth within, it lieth within:' ('Where?' quoth Love)

'I saw a man sit by a corse; Hell's in the murderer's breast: remorse! Thus clamored his mind to his mind: Not fleshly dole is the sinner's goal, Hell's not below, nor yet above, 'T is fixed in the ever-damnèd soul’'Fixed?' quoth Love

'Fixed: follow me, would'st thou but see: He weepeth under yon willow tree, Fast chained to his

Mind.

6<

70

corse, quoth

[blocks in formation]
[blocks in formation]
[blocks in formation]

SUNRISE 1

In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship,

fain

Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main.

The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep;

Up-breathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep, Interwoven with waftures of wild sealiberties, drifting,

Came through the lapped leaves sifting, sifting,

Came to the gates of sleep.

Then my thoughts, in the dark of the dungeon-keep

Of the Castle of Captives hid in the City of Sleep,

Upstarted, by twos and by threes assembling:

10

[blocks in formation]

From what fount are these tears at thy feet which flow?

They rise not from reason, but deeper inconsequent deeps.

Reason 's not one that weeps.
What logic of greeting lies

1 'Sunrise,' Mr. Lanier's latest completed poem, was written while his sun of life seemed fairly at the setting, and the hand which first pencilled its lines had not strength to carry nourishment to the lips.

'Sunrise,' the culminating poem, the highest vision of Sidney Lanier, was dedicated through his latest request to that friend who indeed came into his life only near its close, yet was at first meeting recognized by the poet as the father of his spirit,' George Westfeldt. When words were very few and the poem was unread, even by any friend, the earnest bidding came: ⚫ Send him my "Sunrise," that he may know how entirely we are one in thought.' (Poems, 1884.)

[blocks in formation]
« AnkstesnisTęsti »