If life can be. Oh! let me not be weak. Oh! let me not be still less worthy her. I had, methought, some portion of a power well (None well but those who show not that they bear), And breathes no token of a breaking heart. I think there was no weakness then- the time The still so dear—not dearest (for to be To them, those dear ones, I nor would, nor could Turn then, in that lone anguish of my heartLeast could I then to their hearts. So I smiled. I think they saw no weakness, though they bent The heart so oft lies bare mine has not so : To thy star-vigils-yet I know not that: I think thou know'st me: would we both knew all. I could not then seek solace there, where I In aught else might, and there should find, though man, Though God himself, forsook me. I nor could, Nor would, reveal me. What I bore I bore. And so I met them, calm. I never would Wear heart on sleeve: for daws nor yet for doves Would I. Becaw'd, becoo'd, be they that list. Oft have I borne my heart to Nature's (she My other goddess, haply the sole trueGod's daughter and God's image and God's own): But I have never sought a mortal breast, A human heart, for solace: thine I might So seek; for thou might'st be the one for me; And I would lay me there, and thou should'st lull My throbbing temples and my aching heart. It was my dream. And now methinks I never Shall seek that lull, save where the heart should be; Where I shall once sleep well, and little reck Though thine shall be another's: I shall still Lie lulled, though he lie there; unless it be As I have dreamt: I dreamt in dreams of hell, That consciousness writhes burning in the grave— And so with those soft steps and gentle looks Along my path, we walked among the trees And dawning flowers, that starred the sod with smiles, Stirred with the first sweet change of the fresh year; I walked with sisters, and I was with thee. The morning of the year or vernal breath Should stir the weary heart, or call it back The pace of the slow hours that strike their stamp In the hot ashes of my desert heart. No weakness! I will face, and in the face Look, all my fate. Forth, thoughts, or things, or forms, Fair forms or fell, that rise within me as I dwell on what has been, and might have been, Rise first, fair forms, heart-hallowed memories, |