THE MASK. L I HAVE a smiling face, she said, II. Grief taught to me this smile, she said, III. Behind no prison-grate, she said, Which slurs the sunshine half a mile, Live captives so uncomforted. As souls behind a smile. God's pity let us pray, she said. IV. I know my face is bright, she said,-- The sign of what I lose, V. If I dared leave this smile, she said, VI. And since that must not be, she said, The yea of Heaven is yea, she said. VII. But in your bitter world, she said, Grief's earnest makes life's play, she said. VIII. Ye for those who weep weep ? she said Ah fools! I bid you pass them by. Go, weep for those whose hearts have bled What time their eyes were dry. Whom sadder can I say? she said. CALLS ON THE HEART. I. FREE Heart, that singest to-day Wilt thou go forth to the world Where the hawk hath his wing unfurled While the little hip grows for the free behind? -'No, no! 'Free hearts are better so.' II. The world, thou hast heard it told, And the pieces stick to the hand; The world goes riding it fair and grand, 6 World-voices east, world-voices west, They call thee, Heart, from thine early rest, Come hither, come hither and be our guest.' Heart, wilt thou go? -'No, no! 'Good hearts are calmer so.' III. Who calleth thee, Heart? World's Strife, With a golden heft to his knife; Her blood-red plans of life; World's Gain, with a brow knit down; Which rustles most as the leaves turn brown: -'No, no! 'Calm hearts are wiser so IV. Hast Heard that Proserpina To think how the sun shone yesterday? |