Sunless sea soulless7/25/2023 ![]() Thy Saviour and thy Child! The rapt brow of the Desert John ![]() O Mother, beautiful and mild! Enfolding in one dear embrace ![]() The marvels which his pencil wrought, Those miracles of power whose fame The narrow room had vanished,-space,īroad, luminous, remained alone, Through which all hues and shapes of graceĪnd beauty looked or shone. The waving of that pictured hand? Loose as a cloud-wreath on the sky, The hidden life, the man within, Dissevered from its frame and mould, I saw the inward spirit shine It was as if before me rose Of boyhood's soft and wavy hair, And fresh young lip and cheek, and brow The fair face of a musing boy Yet, while I gazed, a sense of awe The glow of Autumn's westering day, A hazy warmth, a dreamy light, Suggested by the portrait of Raphael, at the age of fifteen. Their pure, fresh flow, we yet may find Our early dreams not wholly vain! In secret sympathies of mind, In founts of feeling which retain The warm light of our morning skies,- The Indian Summer of the heart! The shadows melt, and fall apart, And, smiling through them, round us lies Not yet has Time's dull footstep worn To common dust that path of flowers. Not wholly can the heart unlearn That lesson of its better hours, Yet hath thy spirit left on meĪn impress Time has worn not out, And something of myself in thee,Ī shadow from the past, I see, Lingering, even yet, thy way about While answers to my spirit's need The Derby dalesman's simple truth.įor thee, the priestly rite and prayer, And holy day, and solemn psalm įor me, the silent reverence where My brethren gather, slow and calm. ![]() And wider yet in thought and deedĭiverge our pathways, one in youth Thine the Genevan's sternest creed, The school-boy's humble name has flown Thine, in the green and quiet ways Of manhood, and to thee the grace Of woman's pensive beauty brought. Of graver care and deeper thought And unto me the calm, cold face Years have passed on, and left their trace, Yet feel the while that manhood's power Is vainer than my boyhood's dream. I too can smile, when o'er that hour The lights of memory backward stream, Thy very artlessness beguiled, And folly's self seemed wise in thee My picture of thy youth to see, When, half a woman, half a child, Of stars and flowers, and dewy leaves, And smiles and tones more dear than they Ere this, thy quiet eye hath smiled Memories of sweet summer eves, Of moonlit wave and willowy way, The fringed lidsof hazel eyes, With soft brown tresses overblown. I feel thy arm within my own, And timidly again uprise I feel its glow upon my cheek, Its fulness of the heart is mine,Īs when I leaned to hear thee speak, Or raised my doubtful eye to thine. Old dreams, come thronging back again, And boyhood lives again in me How thrills once more the lengthening chain Which melted through its graceful bower, Leaf after leaf, dew-moist and bright,Īnd stainless in its holy white, Unfolding like a morning flower:Ī heart, which, like a fine-toned lute, With every breath of feeling woke,Īnd, even when the tongue was mute, From eye and lip in music spoke. Shadowed by many a careless curl Of unconfined and flowing hair Ī seeming child in everything, Save thoughtful brow and ripening charms,Īs Nature wears the smile of Spring When sinking into Summer's arms. With step as light as summer air, Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl, Poems Subjective and Reminiscent Memories. This quality is gained by giving your soul to the Wistful Deviless in Mount Palmerston or to a Pentecost ape in the Empire of Hands, or by losing it beneath the zee.My thanks, Accompanying Manuscripts Presented to a Friend. "If you'd never had it, you'd never miss it." Obtaining
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