It lies in Heaven, across the flood Beneath, the tides of day and night Heard hardly, some of her new friends Spake evermore among themselves And still she bowed herself and stooped Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of Heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove Within the gulf to pierce Its path; and now she spoke as when The sun was gone now; the curled moon Fluttering far down the gulf; and now She spoke through the still weather. Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together. (Ah sweet! Even now, in that bird's song, Strove not her accents there, Fain to be hearkened? When those bells Strove not her steps to reach my side "I wish that he were come to me, For he will come,' she said. 'Have I not prayed in heaven?-on earth, Lord, Lord, has he not pray'd? Are not two prayers a perfect strength? 'When round his head the aureole clings, And he is clothed in white, I'll take his hand and go with him 'We two will stand beside the shrine, Whose lamps are stirred continually "We two will lie i' the shadow of That living mystic tree Within whose secret growth the Dove Is sometimes felt to be, While every leaf that His plumes touch " And I myself will teach to him, The songs I sing here; which his voice (Alas! We two, we two, thou say'st! That once of old. But shall God lift To endless unity The soul whose likeness with thy soul Was but its love for thee?) 'We two,' she said, 'will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names 'Circlewise sit they, with bound locks And foreheads garlanded; Into the fine cloth white like flame To fashion the birth-robes for them 'He shall fear, haply, and be dumb: To his, and tell about our love, 'Herself shall bring us, hand in hand, And angels meeting us shall sing 'There will I ask of Christ the Lord Thus much for him and me: Only to live as once on earth As then awhile, for ever now She gazed and listened and then said, Less sad of speech than mild,— All this is when he comes.' She ceased. The light thrilled towards her, fill'd With angels in strong level flight. Her eyes prayed, and she smil'd. (I saw her smile.) But soon their path And then she cast her arms along And laid her face between her hands LOVE ENTHRONED. I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair :- Unto his shoulder clinging, since the last Love's throne was not with these; but far above LOVE'S NOCTURN. Master of the murmuring courts Where the shapes of sleep convene!- Lo! my spirit here exhorts All the powers of thy demesne For their aid to woo my queen. Yield thy jealous courts unseen? Vaporous unaccountable, Dreamland lies forlorn of light, Ah! that from all dreams I might What her sleep should tell to-night. There the dreams are multitudes: Some whose buoyance waits not sleep, Deep within the August woods; Some that hum while rest may steep Weary labour laid a-heap; Interludes, Some, of grievous moods that weep. Poets' fancies all are there: There the elf-girls flood with wings Valleys full of plaintive air; There breathe perfumes; there in rings Whirl the foam-bewildered springs; Siren there Winds her dizzy hair and sings. Thence the one dream mutually Dreamed in bridal unison, Less than waking ecstasy; Half-formed visions that make moan In the house of birth alone; And what we At death's wicket see, unknown. But for mine own sleep, it lies In one gracious form's control, Fair with honourable eyes, Wherein Love descries his goal. |