CCXLV. A DREAM. BENEATH the loveliest dream there coils a fear :Last night came she whose eyes are memories now, Her far-off gaze seemed all-forgetful how Love dimmed them once; so calm they shone and clear. 'Sorrow (I said) hath made me old, my dear; "Tis I, indeed, but grief doth change the brow, A love like mine a seraph's neck might bow,— Vigils like mine would blanch an angel's hair.' Ah, then I saw, I saw the sweet lips move! I saw the love-mists thickening in her eyes, – I heard wild wordless melodies of love Like murmur of dreaming brooks in Paradise; And, when upon my neck she fell, my dove, I knew her hair though heavy of amaranth-spice. CCXLVI. THE BROOK RHINE. SMALL current of the wilds afar from men, Brattling against the stones, half mist, half flood, brood; And each change but to wake or sleep again. Pass on, young stream, the world has need of thee; Far hence a mighty river on its breast Bears the deep-laden vessels to the sea; Far hence wide waters feed the vines and corn. CCXLVII. TO NIGHT. MYSTERIOUS Night! when our first parent knew Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, And lo Creation widened in man's view. Who could have thought such darkness lay concealed Within thy beams, O Sun! or who could find, Whilst flow'r and leaf and insect stood revealed, That to such countless orbs thou mad'st us blind! Why do we then shun Death with anxious strife? If Light can thus deceive, wherefore not Life? CCXLVIII. WHAT art Thou, Mighty One, and where Thy seat? Of sultry tracts, where the lone caravan Hears nightly howl the tiger's hungry brood? Vain thought, the confines of His throne to trace Who glows through all the fields of boundless space! CCXLIX. As yonder lamp in my vacated room With arduous flame disputes the darksome night, But lifeless things that near it stand, illume; And, ere the sun begin its heavenly height So wastes my light away. Perforce confined |