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He put a word, and knowledge in my
ON THE CLIFFS
love, Should one day witness of him ; and this Name above all names that are lights pledge
above, Hath God redeem'd not ? Nay then, in We have lov'd, prais'd, pitied, crown'd,
and done thee wrong, If that false word fell unfulfill’d of mine, O thou past praise and pity ; thou the sole Heed ye not now nor hear me when I Utterly deathless, perfect only and whole say
Immortal, body and soul. That for this woman's sake shall God cut For over all whom time hath overpast off
The shadow of sleep inexorable is cast, The hand that spares her as the hand that The implacable sweet shadow of perfect shields,
sleep And make their memory who take part
That gives not back what life gives death with her
to keep ; As theirs who stood for Baal against the Yea, all that liv'd and lov'd and sang and Lord
sinn'd With Ahab's daughter; for her reign and
Are all borne down death's cold, sweet, end
But one that wind hath touch'd and changed
not, makes foul
Whose body and soul are parcel of the With whoredoms and with witchcrafts; yet
One that earth's fire could burn not, nor Peace, where is no peace, while the adul
the sea terous blood
Quench ; nor might human doom take hold Feeds yet with life and sin the murderous on thee ; heart
All praise, all pity, all dreams have done That hath brought forth a wonder to the
thee wrong, world
All love, with eyes love-blinded from And to all time a terror ; and this blood
above ; The hands are clean that shed, and they Song's priestess
, mad with joy and pain of
love, In God's just sight spotted as foul as
Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of
Hast thou none other answer then for me sake,
Than the air may have of thee, for God needs no man that is Or the earth's warm woodlands girdling loth
with green girth To serve him, and no word but his own
Thy secret, sleepless, burning life on earth, work
Or even the sea that once, being woman To bind and loose their hearts who hear
And girt with fire and glory of anguish Such things as speak what I lack words to
Thou wert so fain to seek to, fain to crave
If she would hear thee and save
Till youth at last, ere yet youth be not, And give thee comfort of thy great green
learn grave ?
The kind wise word that falls from years Because I have known thee always who
that fall thou art,
Hope thou not much, and fear thou not Thou knowest, bave known thee to thy
at all." heart's own heart, Nor ever have given light ear to storied song
ON THE DEATHS OF THOMAS That did thy sweet name sweet unwitting CARLYLE AND GEORGE ELIOT
wrong, Nor ever have call'd thee nor would call Two souls diverse out of our human sight for shame,
Pass, follow'd one with love and each with Thou knowest, but inly by thine only name,
wonder: Sappho — because I have known thee and The stormy sophist with his mouth of thunlov'd, hast thou
der, None other answer now?
Cloth'd with loud words and mantled in As brother and sister were we, child and
the might bird,
Of darkness and magnificence of night ; Since thy first Lesbian word
And one whose eye could smite the night Flam'd on me, and I knew not whence I
in sunder, knew,
Searching if light or no light were thereThis was the song that struck my whole
under, soul through,
And found in love of loving - kindness Pierced my keen spirit of sense with edge light. more keen,
Duty divine and Thought with eyes of fire Even when I knew not,
even ere sooth Still following Righteousness with deep was seen,
desire When thou wast but the tawny sweet wing'd Shone sole and stern before her and thing
above, Whose cry was but of spring.
Sure stars and sole to steer by ; but more
Shone lower the loveliest lamp for earthly HOPE AND FEAR
The light of little children, and their love. BENEATH the shadow of dawn's aerial
cope, With eyes enkindled as the sun's own sphere,
HERTHA Hope from the front of youth in godlike cheer
I AM that which began ; Looks Godward, past the shades where
Out of me the years roll ; blind men grope
Out of me God and man; Round the dark door that prayers nor
I am equal and Whole; dreams can ope,
God changes, and man, and the form of And makes for joy the very darkness dear them bodily ; I am the soul. That gives her wide wings play; nor dreams that fear
Before ever land was, At noon may rise and pierce the heart of
Before ever the sea, hope.
Or soft hair of the grass, Then, when the soul leaves off to dream
Or fair limbs of the tree,
Or the flesh-color'd fruit of my branches, May truth first purge her eyesight to dis I was, and thy soul was in me. What once being known leaves time no First life on my sources power to appal ;
First drifted and swam ;
All forms of all faces,
All works of all hands
Of time-stricken lands,
ruins, drop through me as sands.
I that saw where ye trod
The dim paths of the night
In your skies to give light;
the shadowless soul is in sight.
That swells to the sky
The life-tree am I ;
leaves : ye shall live and not die.
That scourge and forgive,
The wounds in my bark :
Make day of the dark,
shall tread out their fires as a spark.
Though sore be my burden
And more than ye know,
But only to grow,
above me or deathworms below.
As I too in these ;
Such sap is this tree's,
of infinite lands and of seas.
In the spring-color'd hours
When my mind was as May's,
By centuries of days,
hood, shot out from my spirit as rays.
Where dead ages hide under
The live roots of the tree,
Makes utterance of me ;
ye hear the waves sound of the sea.
As his feathers are spread
Through the boughs overhead, And my foliage rings round him and rustles,
and branches are bent with his tread.
And the sound of them springing
And smell of their shoots
And strength to my roots ;
with freedom of soul were my fruits.
The storm-winds of ages
Blow through me and cease,
The spring-wind of peace,
ere one of my blossoms increase.
All shadows and lights
And stream-riven heights,
guage of storm-clouds on earth-shaking nights;
I bid you but be ;
I have need not of prayer ;
As your mouths of mine air ; That my heart may be greater within me,
beholding the fruits of me fair.
Of faith ye espouse ;
That blooms in your boughs; Behold now your God that ye made you,
to feed him with faith of your vows.
In the darkening and whitening
For lamp and for sword,
red with the wrath of the Lord.