O world, that I am leaving, O soul of my soul's seeing, I call on you this once more. Are you too high or too lowly For me to have and to see? Have you not seen, in sleeping, And remembered again with weeping, And thought of him through the day?— Ah! thought of him long and dearly, Till you seemed to behold him clearly, And could follow the dull time merely Have you not known him kneeling Whom only an earth was concealing, Whom all that was heaven proved true? Oh surely some wind gave motion To his words like a wave of the ocean; Ay! so that you felt his devotion, And smiled, and wondered, and knew. And what are you thinking and saying, In the land where you are delaying? Have you a chain to sever? Have you a prison to break? O love! there is one love for ever, And hath it not reached you, my praying A tree for men to sit under Beside life's flowerless stream; ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY. IF OF he would come to-day, to-day, to-day, O little bird, flying, flying, flying, I have a sister, I have a brother, A faithful hound, a tame white dove; But I had another, once I had another, And I miss him, my love, my love! In this weary world it is so cold, so cold, I would not like to wait and to grow old, But just to be dead and gone. Make me fair when I lie dead on my bed, Perhaps he may come and look upon me dead- Dig my grave for two, with a stone to show it, And on the stone write my name; If he never comes, I shall never know it, But sleep on all the same. CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. XX A SMILE AND A SIGH. SMILE because the nights are short! And every morning brings such pleasure Of sweet love-making, harmless sport : Love that makes and finds its treasure, Love, treasure without measure. A sigh because the days are long! Long, long these days that pass in sighing, A burden saddens every song : While time lags which should be flying, CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. |