RENUNCIANTS. Seems not our breathing light? Sound not our voices free? Bid to Life's festal bright No gladder guests there be. Ah stranger, lay aside Cold prudence! I divine The secret you would hide, And you conjecture mine. You too have temperate eyes, Have put your heart to school, Are proved. I recognize A brother of the rule. I knew it by your lip, A something when you smiled, Which meant 'close scholarship, A master of the guild.' Well, and how good is life, Good to be born, have breath, The calms good and the strife, Good life, and perfect death. Come, for the dancers wheel, The sackcloth next the skin. M SPEAKERS TO GOD. First Speaker. Eastward I went and Westward, North and South, And the wind blew me from deep zone to zone; Many strong women did I love; my mouth I gave for kisses, rose, and straight was gone. I fought with heroes; there was joyous play Second Speaker. I am borne out to thee upon the wave, And the land lessens; cry nor speech I hear, Nought but the leaping waters and the brave Pure winds commingling. O the joy, the fear! Alone with thee; sky's rim and ocean's rim Touch, overhead the clear immensity Is merely God; no eyes of seraphim Thus it shall be a lifetime,-ne'er to meet; A trackless land divides us lone and long; Others who seek Him, find, run swift to greet Their Friend, approach the bridegroom's door with song. I stand, nor dare affirm I see or hear; How should I dream, when strict is my employ? Yet if some time, far hence, thou drawest near Shall there be any joy like to our joy? POESIA. (To a Painter.) Paint her with robe and girdle laid aside, |