Musing by fire-light, that great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it, Yonder, my heart knows how! LIII. So, earth has gained by one man the more, And the gain of earth must be heaven's gain too; And the whole is well worth thinking o'er When autumn comes: which I mean to do One day, as I said before. ANY WIFE TO ANY HUSBAND. I. My love, this is the bitterest, that thou- As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say— II. I have but to be by thee, and thy hand The beating of my heart to reach its place. When shall I look for thee and feel thee gone? for the old comfort and find none? When cry Never, I know! Thy soul is in thy face. III. Oh, I should fade-'t is willed so! Might I save, Joy to thy sense, for that was precious too. It is not to be granted. But the soul Whence the love comes, all ravage leaves that whole; Vainly the flesh fades; soul makes all things new. IV. It would not be because my eye grew dim Thou couldst not find the love there, thanks to Him He gave us from his fire of fires, and bade While that burns on, though all the rest grow dark. V So, how thou wouldst be perfect, white and clean Alike, this body given to show it by! Oh, three-parts through the worst of life's abyss, Couldst thou repeat a stroke and gain the sky! VI. And is it not the bitterer to think That, disengage our hands and thou wilt sink VII. Thou let'st the stranger's glove lie where it fell ; For thou art grateful as becomes man best: With thee would such things fade as with the rest. VIII. I seem to see! We meet and part; 't is brief; The very chair I sat on, breaks the rank; And for all this, one little hour to thank ! IX. But now, because the hour through years was fixed, Because our inmost beings met and mixed, Because thou once hast loved me-wilt thou dare Say to thy soul and Who may list beside, "Therefore she is immortally my bride; "Chance cannot change my love, nor time impair. X. "So, what if in the dusk of life that 's left, "I, a tired traveller of my sun bereft, "Look from my path when, mimicking the same, "The fire-fly glimpses past me, come and gone? "Where was it till the sunset? where anon "It will be at the sunrise! What's to blame?" XI. Is it so helpful to thee? Canst thou take The mimic up, nor, for the true thing's sake, Is the remainder of the way so long, Thou need'st the little solace, thou the strong? Watch out thy watch, let weak ones doze and dream! |