G' IVE me thy shadows, youth, O beautiful- and dim! See, with thy laurelled truth, Thy shadows, grant, and dreams, O manifold- and frail! Now with Promethean gleams I come thy Light to hail! Thy dreams, the changelings, They slumber 'neath their wings O youth, thy shadowed star, Now I, begirt, afar, My yearly service witless of its force, What days on days must clamorous silence brook My little Mother, now, a miser sad, I hoard each smile which ministered my need, THE DREAM-CHILD HAVE you seen the Dream-child pass this way? Hush, or you stir his quiet sleep! Have you marked how radiant heaven left Have you seen the Dream-child pass bereft? THE HERITAGE HOU tired Soul, far buried in the gloom THO Of all the alien selves I may but guess, How have I borne thy heritage, thy stress Of things remembered, thy immortal doom Cassandra-like, to peer where augurs loom Of deeds to come, dumb craven now, 'neath fears Of sights portentous stormed unto deaf ears? What wast thou ere within the shadowed room Of my bare dwelling thou didst find a place? Through what dim centuries of flight, and whence Camest thou, my days impermanent to trace? Where wilt thou roam when thou must flee from hence Once more into the wilderness alone Poor Soul! unhoused, thy pride lies fallen, prone! MY LADY OF CLOUDS RADLED in mist, is my Lady of Clouds, CRI She is veiled with a shadow of wandering sky, She is rocked by the winds from their Eden on high, Oh, white as the Dawn, is my Lady of Clouds! On thy shrine burn the stars, my Lady of Clouds, They illumine my dreams, that baffle the morn, And my soul that beheld thee, still watches for lorn, My soul now tempestuous, Lady of Clouds ! |