und above the brow, the thin
Blood trickling down slantwise the ghastly white;--
And I have dreamed not even GOD can save
Me and my soul from that risen Sin.

AT DAWN.

Far off I heard dark waters rush;
The sky was cold; the dawn broke green;
And wrapped in twilight and strange hush
The gray wind moaned between.

A voice rang through the House of Sleep,
And through its halls there went a tread;
Mysterious raiment seemed to sweep
Around the pallid dead.

And then I knew that I had died,
I, who had suffered so and sinned--
And 't was myself I stood beside
In the wild dawn and wind.

STORM.

I looked into the night and saw
GOD writing with tumultuous flame
Upon the thunder's front of awe,--
As on sonorous brass,--the Law,
Terrific, of HIS judgement name.

Weary of all life's best and worst,
With hands of hate, I--who had pled,
I, who had prayed for death at first
And had not died--now stood and cursed
GOD, yet he would not strike me dead.

MEMORIES.

Here where LOVE lies perished,
Look not in upon the dead;
Lest the shadowy curtains, shaken
In my Heart's dark chamber, waken
Ghosts, beneath whose garb of sorrow
Whilom gladness bows his head:
When you come at morn to-morrow,
Look not in upon the dead,
Here where LOVE lies perished.

Here where LOVE lies cold interred,
Let no syllable be heard;
Lest the hollow echoes, housing
In my Soul's deep tomb, arousing
Wake a voice of woe, once laughter
Claimed and clothed in joy's own word:
When you come at dusk or after,
Let no syllable be heard,
Here where LOVE lies cold interred.

WHICH?

The wind was on the forest,
And silence on the wold;
And darkness on the waters,
And heaven was starry cold;
When Sleep, with mystic magic,
Bade me this thing behold:

This side, an iron woodland;
That side, an iron waste;
And heaven, a tower of iron,
Wherein the wan moon paced,
Still as a phantom woman,
Ice-eyed and icy-faced.

And through the haunted tower
Of silence and of night,
My Soul and I went only,
My Soul, whose face was white,
Whose one hand signed me listen,
One bore a taper-light.

For, lo! a voice behind me
Kept sighing in my ear
The dre