PART III.
THE LEADING OF SORROW 85
POEMS OF THE OPEN AIR.
THE SOWER 113 A SPRING SONG 116 APRIL RAIN 117 THE SLEEPING BEAUTY 119 APPLE-BLOSSOM 120 THE MUSIC-LESSON 122 THE TEAMSTER 124 A HIGHLAND VILLAGE 136 ON A FORSAKEN LARK'S NEST 138 REAPERS 140 APPLE-GATHERING 142 THE SONGS OF SUMMER 145 AUTUMN TINTS 146 GREEN LEAVES AND SERE 148 THE HUNTER'S MOON 149 THE PASSING YEAR 151 THE ROBIN REDBREAST 152 THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 154 THE RED SUNSETS, 1883 155 ON THE LIGHTHOUSE AT ANTIBES 156 CAGNES 157 A WINTER LANDSCAPE 158
LOVE IN EXILE.
SONGS.
"THOU WALKEST WITH ME" 161 "I WAS AGAIN BESIDE MY LOVE" 162 "I AM ATHIRST, BUT NOT FOR WINE" 164 "I WOULD I WERE THE GLOW-WORM" 165 "DOST THOU REMEMBER?" 167 "O MOON, LARGE GOLDEN SUMMER MOON" 169 "WHY WILL YOU HAUNT ME UNAWARES?" 171 "WHEN YOU WAKE FROM TROUBLED SLUMBERS" 173 "IN A LONESOME BURIAL-PLACE" 175 "ON LIFE'S LONG ROUND" 177 "AH, YESTERDAY WAS DARK AND DREAR" 178 "YEA, THE ROSES ARE STILL ON FIRE" 179 "WE MET AS STRANGERS" 180 "YOU MAKE THE SUNSHINE OF MY HEART" 182 "DEAR, WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES" 184 "AH, IF YOU KNEW" 186 "YOUR LOOKS HAVE TOUCHED MY SOUL" 187 "OH, BROWN EYES WITH LONG BLACK LASHES" 188 "ONCE ON A GOLDEN DAY" 190 "WHAT MAGIC IS THERE IN THY MIEN?" 192
HEART'S-EASE 194 UNTIMELY LOVE 195 THE AFTER-GLOW 196 L'ENVOI 197
THE ASCENT OF MAN.
_PRELUDE._
WINGS.
Ascend, oh my Soul, with the wings of the lark ascend! Soaring away and away far into the blue. Or with the shrill seagull to the breakers bend, Or with the bee, where the grasses and field-flowers blend, Drink out of golden cups of the honey-dew.
Ascend, oh my Soul, on the wings of the wind as it blows, Striking wild organ-blasts from the forest trees, Or on the zephyr bear love of the rose to the rose, Or with the hurricane sower cast seed as he goes Limitless ploughing the leagues of the sibilant seas.
Ascend, oh my Soul, on the wings of the choral strain, Invisible tier above tier upbuilding sublime; Note as it scales after note in a rhythmical chain Reaching from chaos and welter of struggle and pain, Far into vistas empyreal receding from time.
Ascend! take wing on the thoughts of the Dead, my Soul, Breathing in colour and stone, flashing through epic and song: Thoughts that like avalanche snows gather force as they roll, Mighty to fashion and knead the phenomenal throng Of generations of men as they thunder along.
THE ASCENT OF MAN.