English

Who that saw her could forget?
Clear, beneath the bars of jet,
Gleam the wells of purple-blue,
Eyes that look you through and through,
Eyes that, ever-changing, keep
Fast the secret in the deep.

A heart, an open gate for all:
All the world's confessional:
A cloistered court, a calm retreat
For wounded soul and weary feet;
A shrine with one for ministrant,
Locked with bolts of adamant.

Peerless — as if among her peers,
Her spirit neither scorns nor fears:
None too high! None too vile!

Fresh and fresh and new and new,
Book and friend and lady too,
Give me every day and night
New desire and new delight,
How they weary, stale, and tire,
Old delight and old desire.

Ah! you child of air and flame,
Never twice the very same,
Every hour of every day
Lovely in another way,
Who would ever tire of you?
Fresh and fresh and new and new.

On the lines " She walked in beauty," etc.

Son of the whirlwind and the thunder,
Didst thou pause to watch and wonder
When the roaring lift was riven,
And, tranquil in the deep of heaven,
Throned in the pure serene
Shone the bright and gentle Queen?
Son of the storm, — thou too hast seen.

I KNOW a throne a queen might own,
The sovran lady of sea and air —
Her kingdom lies before her eyes,
And all so fair, and all so fair.

The billows leap against the steep,
The granite rocks are fast and sure,
The billows leap from their mother deep,
Strong from the strong, pure from the pure.

Deep blue on blue the shadows flew,
Each ripple shot his radiant shaft;
In joyous love to his lord above
The faithful sea looked up and laughed.

Headland and isle for mile on mile

Within the hollow of His hand
He holds the ocean waves:
The thunders roll at His command,
The lightnings are His slaves.
He bade the sun be bright on high,
The great all-seeing sun,
And marked his path along the sky,
The course that he must run.
Before Him nations flee like ghosts
With them in whom they trust,
And mighty kings with all their hosts
Pass silent into dust.
And He that bade the sun arise
And shine from East to West,
A little, helpless child He lies
On mortal mother's breast.

Baby , lift your little eyes,
Baby, gaze upon the skies,
See that ball of shining light:
Look how strong he is and bright:
When he came, the day came too
And all the world was green and blue.
When he goes, the day is done —
Baby, baby, that's the sun.

Baby, lie on mother's knee,
Baby, now look up and see —
Something nearer than the skies —
Baby, those are mother's eyes —
Gazing on you from above —
Baby, baby, this is love.

" GOD of all power and might,
Giver of all good things,
Who foldest day and night
In Thy almighty wings:
Thou who didst draw the plan,
And light the lamp of the sun,
And kindle the soul of man;
Now that the task is done,
Grant to me, crown of it all,
Grant me the final grace:
Master, hear my call;
Maker, show Thy face."

" Yea, I made the earth and skies
And the wisdom of the wise,
Cloud and storm and waters wild —
And the mother and the child.
Yea, I made thee what thou art:

The shades are falling, the shades are falling,
Slowly, slowly on they creep —
The voice is calling, the voice is calling,
Calling, calling over the deep:

" Far removed, far removed,
Not by land and not by sea:
Further far, O my beloved,
Here I watch and wait for thee.

" There in the clash, in the dust, in the shouting,
When the battle roars and the hosts are met —
Art thou fearing, art thou doubting?
Nay, for thou canst not forget.

" Far removed, far removed,
Here in peace and silence deep:

My trusty lance is in its rest,
My sword is at my side,
And bound upon a holy quest,
I ride and ride and ride.

Oh, brave it is to fight and win,
And brave to fight and fall,
And he who once has dared begin
Must dare to do it all.

There's one that rides at my right hand,
He wears a kingly crown —
He holds an hour-glass, and the sand
Runs down and down and down.

And knee to knee we ride apace:
I feel his icy breath:
And when he looks me in the face
I know his name is Death.

Thy father was a gallant knight:
A gentle heart, a trusty lance:
For faith and truth he fought the fight,
And that is thine inheritance.

My home is in the purple deep,
There where the sunny ripples dance:
And there my vigil I shall keep:
For that is my inheritance.

And there the winds shall bring to me
The echoes of my darling's fame,
Of gallant deeds by land and sea —
And I shall smile to hear thy name.