Not hardest Fortune's most unbounded stress Can blind my soul nor hurl it from on high, Possessing thee, the self of loftiness, And very light that Light discovers by. Howe'er thou turn'st, wrong Earth! still Love's in sight: BALTIMORE, 1874-5. LAUS MARIE. ACROSS the brook of Time man leaping goes Of neutrals, kill-times, sleeps, indifferencies. O'er vantages of wealth, place, learning, tact. But thou within thyself, dear manifold heart, Dost bind all epochs in one dainty Fact. Oh, sweet, my pretty sum of history, I leapt the breadth of Time in loving thee! BALTIMORE, 1874-5. · SPECIAL PLEADING. TIME, hurry my Love to me : Haste, haste! Lov'st not good company? Oh, would that I might divine Thy name beyond the zodiac sign Wherefrom our times-to-come descend. He called thee Sometime. Change it, friend : Now-time sounds so much more fine! Sweet Sometime, fly fast to me : Poor Now time sits in the Lonesome-tree And calls, When wilt thou come, O Love? Good Moment, that giv'st him me, Thou 'It be this heavenly velvet time Set lip to lip dusk-modestly; Or haply some noon afar, -O life's top bud, mixt rose and star, How ever can thine utmost sweet Be star-consummate, rose-complete, Till thy rich reds full opened are? Well, be it dusk-time or noon-time, I ask but one small boon, Time : Come thou in night, come thou in day, I care not, I care not: have thine own way, But only, but only, come soon, Time. BALTIMORE, 1875. THE BEE. WHAT time I paced, at pleasant morn, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report of Dian's lustihood Far down a heavenly hollow. Mine ear, though fain, had pain to follow : Most ficklewise about, or here, or there, I marked a blossom shiver to and fro Thrust up its sad-gold body lustily, A cunning sound In that wing-music held me: down I lay As some dim blur of distant music nears |