But I, with kingship over kings, am free. So by mine inner contemplation long, By thoughts that need no speech nor oath nor song, My spirit soars above the motley throng Of days and nights, Nirvâna. O Suns, O Rains, O Day and Night, O Chance, O Time besprent with seven-hued circumstance, I float above ye all into the trance That draws me nigh Nirvâna. Gods of small worlds, ye little Deities The storms of Self below me rage and die. A lotus on a lake of balm, I lie Forever in Nirvâna. MACON, GEORGIA, 1869. THE RAVEN DAYS. OUR hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken, O Raven days, dark Raven days of sorrow, Some strip of sea-green dawn, some orange streaks. Ye float in dusky files, forever croaking. Ye chill our manhood with your dreary shade. O Raven days, dark Raven days of sorrow, Begin to gleam athwart the mournful plain ? PRATTVILLE, ALABAMA, February, 1868. BABY CHARLEY. HE 's fast asleep. See how, O Wife, Bids whist the tongue, so prattle-rife, One arm stretched backward round his head, Five little toes from out the bed Just showing, like five rosebuds red, -So slumbers Baby Charley. Heaven-lights, I know, are beaming through O sweet Sleep-Angel, throned now I vow that my heart, when death is nigh, For act of hand or tongue or eye That wronged my Baby Charley! MACON, GEORGIA, December, 1869. A SEA-SHORE GRAVE. To M. J. L. BY SIDNEY AND CLIFFORD LANIER.. O WISH that's vainer than the plash Of these wave-whimsies on the shore : "Give us a pearl to fill the gash— God, let our dead friend live once more!" O wish that 's stronger than the stroke O wish that's swifter than the race Look! High above a glittering calm She shines and smiles, and waves a palm- MONTGOMERY, ALABAMA, 1866. SOULS AND RAIN-DROPS. LIGHT rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea, Then vanish, and die utterly. One would not know that rain-drops fell If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell. So souls come down and wrinkle life |