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ind. Yet all the while I see them rest, The poor and outcast, in His breast. No more unto the stubborn heart With gentle knocking shall He plead, No more the mystic pity start, For Christ twice dead is dead indeed. So in the street I hear men say, Yet Christ is with me all the day. AN IMPRESSION The floating call of the cuckoo, Soft little globes of bosom-shaped sound, Came and went at the window; And, out in the great green world, Those maidens each morn the flowers Opened their white little bodices wide to the sun: And the man sighed--sighed--in his sleep, And the woman smiled. Then a lark staggered singing by Up his shining ladder of dew, And the airs of dawn walked softly about the room, Filling the morning sky with the scent of the woman's hair, And giving, in sweet exchange, its hawthorn and daisy breath: And the man awoke with a sob-- But the woman dreamed. NATURAL RELIGION Up through the mystic deeps of sunny air I cried to God--'O Father, art Thou there?' Sudden the answer, like a flute, I heard: It was an angel, though it seemed a bird. FAITH REBORN 'The old gods pass,' the cry goes round; 'Lo! how their temples strew the ground'; Nor mark we where, on new-fledged wings, Faith, like the phoenix, soars and sings. HESPERIDES Men say--beyond the western seas The happy isles no longer glow, No sailor sights Hesperides, All that was long ago. No longer in a glittering morn Their misty meadows flicker nigh, No singing with the spray is borne, All that is long gone by. To-day upon the golden beach No gold-haired guardian maidens stand, No apples ripen out of reach, And none are mad to land. The merchant-men, 'tis they say so, That trade across the western seas, In hurried transit to and fro, About Hesperides. But, Reader, not as these thou art, So, loose thy shallop from its hold, And, trusting to the ancient chart, Thou 'It make them as of old. JENNY DEAD Like a flower in the frost Sweet Jenny lies, With her frail hands calmly crossed, And close-shut eyes. Bring a candle, for the room Is dark and cold, Antechamber of the tomb-- O grief untold! Like a snowdrift is her bed, Dinted the snow, Faint frozen lines from foot to head,-- She lies below. Turn from off her shrouded face The frigid sheet.... Death hath doubled all her grace-- O Jenny, sweet! MY BOOKS What
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