But in these weeks of the awakening Spring Something within me has been freed--something That in the past dark years unconscious lay, Which rises now within me and commands And gives my poor warm life into your hands Who know not what I was that Yesterday. PONT DU CARROUSEL Upon the bridge the blind man stands alone, Gray like a mist veiled monument he towers As though of nameless realms the boundary stone About which circle distant starry hours. He seems the center around which stars glow While all earth's ostentations surge below. Immovably and silently he stands Placed where the confused current ebbs and flows; Past fathomless dark depths that he commands A shallow generation drifting goes.... MADNESS She thinks: I am--Have you not seen? Who are you then, Marie? I am a Queen, I am a Queen! To your knee, to your knee! And then she weeps: I was--a child-- Who were you then, Marie? Know you that I was no man's child, Poor and in rags--said she. And then a Princess I became To whom men bend their knees; To princes things are not the same As those a beggar sees. And those things which have made you great Came to you, tell me, when? One night, one night, one night quite late, Things became different then. I walked the lane which presently With strung chords seemed to bend; Then Marie became Melody And danced from end to end. The people watched with startled mien And passed with frightened glance For all know that only a Queen May dance in the lanes: dance!... LAMENT Oh! All things are long passed away and far. A light is shining but the distant star From which it still comes to me has been dead A thousand years ... In the dim phantom boat That glided past some ghastly thing was said. A clock just struck within some house remote. Which house?--I long to still my beating heart. Beneath the sky's vast dome I long to pray ... Of all the stars there must be far away A single star which still exists apart. And I believe that I should know the one Which has alone endured and which alone Like a white City that all space commands At the ray's end in the high heaven stands. SYMBOLS From infinite longings finite deeds rise As fountains spring toward far-off glowing skies, But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend And trembling from their lack of power descend-- So through the falling torrent of our fears Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears. NEW POEMS EARLY APOLLO As when at times there breaks through branches bare A morning vibrant with the breath of spring, About this poet-head a splendour rare Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.