WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And post o'er land and ocean without rest: J. MILTON. 32 LEE-HAMILTON SUNKEN GOLD IN dim green depths rot ingot-laden ships; And gold doubloons, that from the drowned hand fell, Lie nestled in the ocean-flower's bell With love's old gifts, once kissed by long-drowned lips; And round some wrought gold cup the sea-grass whips, And hides lost pearls, near pearls still in their shell, Where sea-weed forests fill each ocean dell And seek dim sunlight with their restless tips. So lie the wasted gifts, the long-lost hopes Beneath the now hushed surface of myself, They lie deep, deep; but I at times behold E. LEE-HAMILTON. THE dark and serious angel, who so long But seeing thee with me now, his task at close He knoweth, and wherefore he was bid to stay, And work confusion of so many foes: The thanks that he doth look for, here I pay, Yet fear some heavenly envy, as he goes Unto what great reward I cannot say. O.G. SONNETS с R. BRIDGES. A WRETCHED thing it were, to have our heart Till of the heavens it can give back no part. For He, who would walk there, would walk alone; R. C. TRENCH. TENNYSON TURNER 35 THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed, Thanks be to heaven!' in happy mood I said, 'What sweeter aid my matins could befall Than this fair glory from the East hath made? What holy sleights hath God, the Lord of all, To bid us feel and see! we are not free To say we see not, for the glory comes Nightly and daily, like the flowing sea; His lustre pierceth through the midnight glooms; And, at prime hour, behold! He follows me With golden shadows to my secret rooms!' C. TENNYSON TURNER. |