Song Tide And Other Poems

o weep, For one who vainly toils till he shall die. Yet say again, a sweeter thing than this; His life is wasted by his love for thee. Then, looking o'er the fields of memory, She'll find perchance, o'ergrown with grief and bliss, Some flower of recollection, pale and fair, That she, through pity, for a day may wear. chapter{Section 4SONNET II. THE LAST BETROTHED. In places that have known my lady's grace, Seeing how all my soul and life lay there, I sat; when, lo, so sitting, I was 'ware Of breath that fell in sighs upon my face, While like a harp, wherethrough the night wind plays A sorrowful, delicious, nameless air, A Voice wherein I felt my soul had share Made music in the consecrated place. Then, lifting up my eyes, I looked, and lo! A fair sad woman sitting all alone Where Love brief while ago had made his throne : Against her pale still breast I leant my brow, Thy name, I said, is Grief; take then my vow That I and thou henceforward be as one. chapter{Section 5SONNET III. WEDDED GRIEF. And now we walk together, she and I; She sits with me unseen where men are gay, And all the pleasures of the sense have sway; She walks with me beneath the moonlit sky And murmurs ever of the days gone by ; She follows still in. dreams upon my way, She sits beside me in the fading day, And thrills the twilight silence with a sigh; So on we journey till we gain the strand Whose sea conjectures of no further land; T...