But martyr mine the martyrdom of life; : Not brief, bright, glorious death. It shall be borne. The sun-starred day of death will dawn, at last, And the lost Pleiad, and the bridal star. And I shall hear the martyr hears it, hears Most melody in heaven - the beckoning voice By that shall I be saved; and I may learn I was not prescient-I my beauteous hopes O'er broken harp, from heart superior still, As thee, fair girl, I see and thou art but In the heart's hues. It is but all in vain. It was a beauteous vision Fare thee well. Fare thee well. H A Fragment. THAT might be inspiration-once, with lips, Of Poesy made woman. All poetry, all woman-heaven with earth With all that's most of heaven-on-earth, what most Makes earth our all; with heaven, some clouds of carth, Of sweetest, heavenliest hues, eclipsing heaven. A Fragment. I'd give thee gifts of God. I would not give wear The amaranth; thou should'st be glorified A Fragment. To have won That which had stamped me noble (so to be As thine, Aspasian heroine-martyr, hers Who acted Rome with dagger, theirs whose hearts Beat Marseillaise along the thundering streets, Up to the scaffold, thence up to the stars! Day dark, but glorious, when great thoughts strove fierce For what they felt their own; quenched yet again, Fell France before the brass-and-clay false god, Half cheat,-fit founder of a new true race. |