Nor where more fit alike show tender ruth, But some day I, so wont to praise thee so, Some day, methinks, and who can tell how near. I may, to thee unchanged, be praising thee With one not worthier but a world more dear; With one I know not yet, who shall, may be, Be not so fair, be not in aught thy peer; Who shall be all that thou art not to me. AUGUSTA WEBSTER. SOMEWHERE OR OTHER. OMEWHERE or other there must surely be Somewhere or other, may be near or far; Somewhere or other, may be far or near; Fallen on a turf grown green. CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. OUTCRY. PN all my singing and speaking, Lovely and lonely seeming, In all my thinking and sighing, Of word, or thought, or sigh. In all my joying and grieving, O world, that I am leaving, O soul of my soul's seeing, O heart of my heart's being, I call on you this once more. Are you too high or too lowly For me to have and to see? Wherever you are, I call you, 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, 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 Beside life's flowerless stream; ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY. |