The Master had spoken, Yet, loth to depart, And sorrow of heart. I was weary of life, And fain had been dead, Yet I thought on the morrow, And shuddered with dread. I arose with my pain I felt not the darkness Nor mist of my tears. With the numbness of age In terror I wrestled And agonized prayer. "Lord, Master, receive me, Oh, give me Thy rest." Wide flew the door open; I sunk on His breast. And the peace, oh, the peace In my every part, Within me, around me, Was heaven to my heart. TEMPLUM VENERIS. (CLAUDE.) Он, for the touch of that deft hand which drew Here slowly wends, amid the ivies cool, Love met them, in a guise ethereal, And threw around their breasts his soft yet ruthless thrall. There, on the marble steps, the wreathed faun Holds drowsy panthers in his listless thrall; And, bearing wands with vine leaves deckt at dawn, The eager suitors mount unto the hall, Nor heed the pipes that for their worship call; And on the terrace stand the shrine of Love, Oh, for that ear to hear, that eye to see To hear the music of the evening star And all earth's glad and various minstrelsy; Young lives were always ours, and summer ever by. IL TEMPORALE DEL POUSSINO. POUSSIN, thy art has filled the summer air Of unseen monsters; thou hast bid them keep Some fill the trees with frenzy uncontrolled Of shame and self-wrought ruin. Some, more free, Or touch with winged fire, in playful glee, The hoar castel, and laugh the leaping flames to see. And man is naught amid such awful powers, And frown upon the storm that round them flies, Till from its lowering wrath, all proudly calm, they THE LOST TRAVELLERS.* THE day is dark; with frowns I bear I shrink, I sigh, "Who would not fly Whence came ye? from the darkening north? A nameless terror all behind, And Death upon the assisting wind. Your summer home, perchance it grew In sacred shadows that I knew; And ye have seen the scenes that moved My boyish fancy till I loved; And ye have heard the sounds that stole In music to my waking soul. Like spirits, free to go and come 'Twixt heaven and their once earthly home, * The autumn of 1885 was exceptionally stormy and inclement, and many belated house-martins perished. Some were seen as late as December 3rd, in East Suffolk, and during the afternoon of October 27th two were noticed flying about the stable. Next morning they were found dead together on the floor beneath a beam in the barn, and my little boy of four years carried them with tears in his eyes to every one about the house to kiss before he consigned them to their grave in his ittle garden. |