Ah! wild-hearted wand’rer far in the world away Restless nor knowest why only thou canst not stay And now turnest trembling hearing the wind to sigh: ’Twas thy lover calling whom thou didst leave forby. So faint and yet so far so far and yet so fain-- “Return belov’d to me” but thou must onward strain: Thy trembling is in vain as thy wand’ring shall be. What so well thou lovest thou nevermore shalt see. THE PHILOSOPHER AND HIS MISTRESS. We watch’d the wintry moon Suffer her full eclipse Riding at night’s high noon Beyond the earth’s ellipse. The conquering shadow quell’d Her splendour in its robe: And darkling we beheld A dim and lurid globe; Yet felt thereat no dread, Nor waited we to see The sullen dragon fled, The heav’nly Queen go free. So if my heart of pain One hour o’ershadow thine, I fear for thee no stain, Thou wilt come forth and shine: And far my sorrowing shade Will slip to empty space Invisible, but made Happier for that embrace. NARCISSUS. Almighty wondrous everlasting Whether in a cradle of astral whirlfire Or globed in a piercing star thou slumb’rest The impassive body of God: Thou deep i’ the core of earth--Almighty!-- From numbing stress and gloom profound Madest escape in life desirous To embroider her thin-spun robe. ’Twas down in a wood--they tell-- In a running water thou sawest thyself Or leaning over a pool: The sedges Were twinn’d at the mirror’s brim The sky was there and the trees--Almighty!-- A bird of a bird and white clouds floating And seeing thou knewest thine own image To love it beyond all else. Then wondering didst thou speak Of beauty and wisdom of art and worship Didst build the fanes of Zeus and Apollo The high cathedrals of Christ. All that we love is thine--Almighty!-- Heart-felt music and lyric song Language the eager grasp of knowledge All that we think is thine. But whence?--Beauteous everlasting!-- Whence and whither? Hast thou mistaken? Or dost forget? Look again! Thou seest A shadow and not thyself. OUR LADY. I. Goddess azure-mantled and aureoled That standing barefoot upon the moon Or throned as a Queen of the earth Tranquilly smilest to hold The Child-god in thine arms, Whence thy glory? Art not she The country maiden of Galilee Simple in dowerless poverty Who from humble cradle to grave Hadst no thought of this wonder?