IN ABSENCE. I. THE storm that snapped our fate's one ship in twain Where, by one waving of a wistful wing, To round and redden for another kiss Would not my lonesome heart still sigh for thee II. So do the mottled formulas of Sense Glide snakewise through our dreams of Aftertime ; So errors breed in reeds and grasses dense That bank our singing rivulets of rhyme. By Sense rule Space and Time; but in God's Land Ah, there shall never come 'twixt me and thee But in the multichords of ecstasy Our souls shall mingle, yet be featured clear, And absence, wrought to intervals divine, III. Look down the shining peaks of all my days So shalt thou see the heights and depths of praise Spiring the world's prismatic atmosphere; Oh, runs not thus the lesson thou hast taught ?— IV. Let no man say, He at his lady's feet Lays worship that to Heaven alone belongs; In love's great blue, each passion is full free Did e'er a lark with skyward-pointing beak Crossing, the windage of each other's wings BALTIMORE, 1874. ACKNOWLEDGMENT. I. O AGE that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half perceiving that thou half perceiv'st, Stand'st at thy temple door, heart in, head out! Lo! while thy heart's within, helping the choir, Without, thine eyes range up and down the time, Blinking at o'er-bright science, smit with desire To see and not to see. Hence, crime on crime. Yea, if the Christ (called thine) now paced yon street, Thy halfness hot with His rebuke would swell; Legions of scribes would rise and run and beat His fair intolerable Wholeness twice to hell. Nay (so, dear Heart, thou whisperest in my soul), 'Tis a half time, yet Time will make it whole. II. Now at thy soft recalling voice I rise Where thought is lord o'er Time's complete estate, To tree-tops green where cooes his heavenly mate. 'Twixt weightier clauses of large-worded years, My calmer soul scorns not the mark: I know This crooked point Time's complex sentence clears. Yet more I learn while, Friend! I sit by thee: Who sees all time, sees all eternity. III. If I do ask, How God can dumbness keep While Sin creeps grinning through His house of Time, Stabbing His saintliest children in their sleep, And staining holy walls with clots of crime?— Had set them fair on heights they ne'er may scale?— IV. By the more height of thy sweet stature grown, I ken far lands to wifeless men unknown, No text on sea-horizons cloudily writ, No maxim vaguely starred in fields or skies, But this wise thou-in-me deciphers it : Oh, thou 'rt the Height of heights, the Eye of eyes. |