Word of command I take not ill; When love commands, love likes to obey. But, while my words my thoughts fulfil, 'Forget me not,' I will not say. Vows for the false; an honest mind Will not be bound, and will not bind. In your need of me I put my trust, And your lack of need shall be my ban; 'Tis time to remember, when you must; Time to forget me, when you can. Yet cannot the wildest thought of mine Fancy a life distuned from thine. ... Small reserve is between us two; 'Tis heart to heart, and brain to brain: Bare as an arrow, straight and true, Struck his thought to my thought again. 'Not distuned; one song of praise, First and third, our lives shall raise.' Close we stood in the rosy glow, Watching the cloudland tower and town; Watching the double Castor grow Out of the east as the sun rolled down. 'Yonder, how star drinks star!' said he; 'Yield thou so; live thou in me.' Nay, we are close--we are not one, More than those stars that seem to shine In the self-same place, yet each a sun, Each distinct in its sphere divine. Like to Himself art thou, we know; Like to Himself am I also. What did He mean, when He sent us forth, Soul and soul, to this lower life? Each with a purpose, each a worth, Each an arm for the human strife. Armor of thine is not for me; Neither is mine adjudged by thee. Now in the lower life we stand, Weapons donned, and the strife begun; Higher nor lower; hand to hand; Each helps each with the glad 'Well done!' Each girds each to nobler ends; None less lovers because such friends. So in the peace of the closing day, Resting, as striving side by side, What does He mean? again we say; For what new lot are our souls allied? Comes to my ken, in Death's advance, Life in its next significance. See yon tortoise; he crossed the path At noon, to hide where the grass is tall; In a slow half sense of the sun-king's wrath, Burrowing close to the garden wall. --Think, could we pour into that dull brain A man's whole life, joy, thought, and pain! So, methinks, is the life we lead, To the larger life that next shall be: Narrow in thought, uncouth in deed; Crawling, who yet shall walk so free; Walking, who yet on wings shall soar; Flying, who shall need wings no more. Lo, in the larger life we stand; We drop the weapons, we take the tools: We serve with mind who served with hand: We live by laws who lived by rules. And our old earth-love, with its mortal bliss, Was the fancy of babe for babe, to this. ... Visions begone! Above us rise The worlds, on His work majestic sent. Floating below, the small fireflies Make up a tremulous firmament. Stars in the grass, and roses dear, Earth is full sweet, though heaven is near. WHIFFS FROM MY MEERSCHAUM.