And yet, O splendid ship, unhail'd and nameless, From the proud nostril curve of a prow's line WHEN my love was away, Full three days were not sped, I caught my fancy astray And I alone, alone: It seem'd in my misery I wept; but it did not shame The sight of her still'd my fears, And yet in her eyes were tears: 'O now thou art come,' she cried, I never could here abide, 837. PER On a Dead Child DERFECT little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair! Though cold and stark and bare, The bloom and the charm of life doth awhile remain on thee. Thy mother's treasure wert thou;-alas! no longer Must gather his faith together, and his strength make stronger. To me, as I move thee now in the last duty, With a chance attitude of the head, a freak of beauty. Thy hand clasps, as 'twas wont, my finger, and holds it: But the grasp is the clasp of Death, heartbreaking and stiff; Yet feels to my hand as if 'Twas still thy will, thy pleasure and trust that enfolds it. So I lay thee there, thy sunken eyelids closing,- Thy firm, pale hands across thy chest disposing. So quiet! doth the change content thee?-Death, whither hath he taken thee? To a world, do I think, that rights the disaster of this? The vision of which I miss, Who weep for the body, and wish but to warm thee and awaken thee? Ah! little at best can all our hopes avail us To lift this sorrow, or cheer us, when in the dark, Unwilling, alone we embark, And the things we have seen and have known and have heard of, fail us. 838. SENSE Pater Filio ENSE with keenest edge unusèd, On the ways of dark desire; Why such beauty, to be blighted When sin stalks to thy seduction? I have pray'd the sainted Morning Stol'n a robe of peace to enfold thee; Arm'd thee for thy lonely striving. Me too once unthinking Nature, -Whence Love's timeless mockery took me,Fashion'd so divine a creature, Yea, and like a beast forsook me. I forgave, but tell the measure 839. Winter Nightfall THE HE day begins to droop,- But nothing tells the place The hazy darkness deepens, And up the lane You may hear, but cannot see, The homing wain. An engine pants and hums The soaking branches drip, In the avenue. A tall man there in the house He knows he will never again His heart is worn with work; If he rise to go as far As the nearest rick: He thinks of his morn of life, His hale, strong years; 840. When Death to Either shall come WHEN WHEN Death to either shall come,- I pray Be happy as ever at home, Possess thy heart, my own; And sing to the child on thy knee, The songs that I made for thee. 841. As ANDREW LANG The Odyssey 1844-1912 S one that for a weary space has lain And only shadows of wan lovers pine- Men turn, and see the stars, and feel the free |