"I hid my eyes from your two eyes It was the flame of my two eyes With trembling hands he threw the door, "O, Vision armed and cloaked in light, "For that you slew me long ago My hands have raised you high; And 'tis my touch shall swing the gates Of Heaven when you die!" Theodosia Garrison [1874 "LOVE CAME BACK AT FALL O' DEW" LOVE came back at fall o' dew, Playing his old part; But I had a word or two, That would break his heart. "He who comes at candlelight, This the word that made us part In the fall o' dew; This the word that brake his heart Yet it brake mine, too! Lizette Woodworth Reese [1856 Outgrown I SHALL NOT CARE WHEN I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, 1017 Though you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now. Sara Teasdale [1884 OUTGROWN NAY, you wrong her, my friend, she's not fickle; her love she has simply outgrown: One can read the whole matter, translating her heart by the light of one's own. Can you bear me to talk with you frankly? There is much that my heart would say; And you know we were children together, have quarreled and "made up" in play. And so, for the sake of old friendship, I venture to tell you the truth, As plainly, perhaps, and as bluntly, as I might in our earlier youth. Five summers ago, when you wooed her, you stood on the selfsame plane, Face to face, heart to heart, never dreaming your souls should be parted again. She loved you at that time entirely, in the bloom of her life's early May; And it is not her fault, I repeat it, that she does not love you to-day. Nature never stands still, nor souls either: they ever go up or go down; And hers has been steadily soaring-but how has it been with your own? She has struggled and yearned and aspired, grown purer and wiser each year: The stars are not farther above you in yon luminous atmosphere! For she whom you crowned with fresh roses, down yonder, five summers ago, Has learned that the first of our duties to God and ourselves is to grow. Her eyes they are sweeter and calmer: but their vision is clearer as well; Her voice has a tenderer cadence, but is pure as a silver bell. Her face has the look worn by those who with God and his angels have talked: The white robes she wears are less white than the spirits with whom she has walked. And you? Have you aimed at the highest? Have you, too, aspired and prayed? Have you looked upon evil unsullied? Have you conquered it undismayed? Have you, too, grown purer and wiser, as the months and the years have rolled on? Did you meet her this morning rejoicing in the triumph of victory won? Nay, hear me! The truth cannot harm you. When to-day in her presence you stood Was the hand that you gave her as white and clean as that of her womanhood? Go measure yourself by her standard; look back on the years that have fled: Then ask, if you need, why she tells you that the love of her girlhood is dead. She cannot look down to her lover: her love, like her soul, aspires; He must stand by her side, or above her, who would kindle its holy fires. A Tragedy 1019 Now farewell! For the sake of old friendship I have ventured to tell you the truth, As plainly, perhaps, and as bluntly as I might in our earlier youth. Julia C. R. Dorr [1825-1913] A TRAGEDY AMONG his books he sits all day He does not smell the new-mown hay, The roses red and white. I walk among them all alone, His silly, stupid wife; The world seems tasteless, dead and done- At night his window casts a square I sometimes walk and watch it there I have no brain to understand I only have a heart and hand He calls me "Child"-lays on my hair Oh! God of Love, who answers prayer, I wish I were a child! And no one sees and no one knows Death will have gathered me. Edith Nesbit [1858 LEFT BEHIND It was the autumn of the year; The strawberry-leaves were red and sere; You told me of your toilsome past; But lifted you away from me, That every step of high emprise You did not see the bitter trace Till lost amid the hungry blue, And loved you better than you knew. You walk the sunny side of fate; The wise world smiles, and calls you great; The golden fruitage of success Drops at your feet in plenteousness; And you have blessings manifold: Renown and power and friends and gold,— |