Auguries

hall I not praise thee, Thou just judge ? Yet O What so long stays thee ? Why must thy feet halt, While our tears grow salt And our old hopes go ! Beauty is throned at last; Truth rings falsehood's knell; But our strength, our joy is past While our hearts wait thee Time, Time, I hate thee, Hate thee, and rebel. THE TIGER-LILY What wouldst thou with me ? By what spell My spirit allure, absorb, compel ? The last long beam that thou didst drink Is buried now on evening's brink. The garden's leafy alleys lone, With shadowy stem and mossy stone, Intangibly seem now to dress Colour and odour motionless. A stealing darkness breathes around, As if it rose out of the ground, And tinging into it soft gold Ebbs, and the dewy green glooms cold, And dim boughs into black retire. But thou, seven-throated Flower of Fire, Sombring all the shadows near thee, Dost still, as if the night did fear thee, Glory amid the failing hues And this invading dusk refuse, And breathing out thy languid spice My spirit to thine own entice. Warm wafts that linger touch my cheek. What is it in me thou wouldst seek ? Thou meltest all my thoughts away As leaf on leaf is mingled grey In shadow on shadow, past discerning. O cold to touch, to vision burning, What power is in thee so to change And my familiar sense estrange ? Thou seemest born within a mind That has no ken of human kind; Remote from quick heart, curious brain, Feeling in joy, thinking in pain, Remote as beauty of...