Cupola and column proud, Gone! except that moonlit cloud XIII. Let them. Wipe such visionings The sun may darken, heaven be bowed, A SABBATH MORNING AT SEA. I. THE ship went on with solemn face; Had weighed mine eyelids downward. II. Thick sleep which shut all dreams from me, And kept my inner self apart And quiet from emotion, Then brake away and left me free, III. The new sight, the new wondrous sight! Calm, in a moonless, sunless light, Of holding the day-glory! IV. Two pale thin clouds did stand upon In quietude majestic, V. Then flushed to radiance where they stood, Of shining saints half risen.- VI. I oft had seen the dawnlight run, As red wine, through the hills, and break But, here, no earth profaned the sun! VII. Away with thoughts fantastical! VIII. God's sabbath morning sweeps the waves; I, carried toward the sunless graves IX. And could I bear to sit alone While my warm pulse was moving? X. It seems a better lot than so, To sit with friends beneath the beech, Or follow children as they go In pretty pairs, with softened speech, XI. Love me, sweet friends, this sabbath day! And kneel, where once I knelt to pray, XII. And though this sabbath comes to me Or chanting congregation, XIII. Himself, I think, shall draw me higher, Where keep the saints with harp and song An endless sabbath morning, And on that sea commixed with fire Oft drop their eyelids, raised too long To the full Godhead's burning. A FLOWER IN A LETTER. I. My lonely chamber next the sea, By summer's earliest duty. A thousand flowers-each seeming one Within whose leaves the holy dew III. Red roses, used to praises long, The nightingale's being over; IV. Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal; VOL. II.-13 |