To dedicate to England's Queen BROKEN LOVE. MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my sin. A fathomless and boundless deep, He scents thy footsteps in the snow, Through the wintry hail and rain When wilt thou return again? Poor, pale, pitiable form, That I follow in a storm, From sin I never shall be free Till thou forgive and come to me. A deep winter, dark and cold, Thou bind'st around my aching head. Dost thou not in pride and scorn O'er my sins thou dost sit and moan: Thy weeping thou shalt ne'er give o'er ; What transgressions I commit Seven of my sweet loves thy knife Their marble tombs I built with tears Seven more loves weep night and day Round the tombs where my loves lay, And seven more loves attend at night Around my couch with torches bright. And seven more loves in my bed Thy transgressions, great and small. When wilt thou return, and view Throughout all eternity I forgive you, you forgive me. As our dear Redeemer said: "This the wine, and this the bread." YOUNG LOVE. ARE not the joys of morning sweeter Than the joys of night? And are the vigorous joys of youth Let age and sickness silent rob The vineyard in the night; But those who burn with vigorous youth Pluck fruits before the light. I THE TWO SONGS. HEARD an Angel singing When the day was springing : "Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release." So he sang all day Over the new-mown hay, Till the sun went down, And haycocks looked brown. I heard a devil curse Over the heath and the furse: And mutual fear brings peace. Are mercy, pity, peace." At his curse the sun went down, |