INSPIRATION.
All who have toiled for Art, who've won or lost,
Sat equal priests at her high Pentecost;
Only the chrism and sacrament of flame,
Anointing all, inspired not all the same.
APPORTIONMENT.
How often in our search for joy below
Hoping for happiness we chance on woe.
VICTORY.
They who take courage from their own defeat
Are victors too, no matter how much beat.
PREPARATION.
How often hope's fair flower blooms richest where
The soul was fertilized with black despair.
DISILLUSION.
Those unrequited in their love who die
Have never drained life's chief illusion dry.
SUCCESS.
Success allures us in the earth and skies:
We seek to win her, but, too amorous,
Mocking, she flees us.--Haply, were we wise,
We would not strive and she would come to us.
SCIENCE.
Miranda-like, above the world she waves
The wand of Prospero; and, beautiful,
Ariel the airy, Caliban the dull,--
Lightning and steam,--are her unwilling slaves.
ECHO.
Dweller in hollow places, hills and rocks,
Daughter of Silence and old Solitude,
Tip-toe she stands within her cave or wood,
Her only life the noises that she mocks.
THE UNIVERSAL WIND.
Wild son of Heav'n, with laughter and alarm,
Now East, now West, now North, now South he goes,
Bearing in one harsh hand dark death and storm,
And in the other, sunshine and a rose.
COMPENSATION.
Yea, whom He loves the Lord God chasteneth
With disappointments, so that this side death,
Through suffering and failure, they know Hell
To make them worthy in that Heaven to dwell
Of Love's attainment, where they come to be
Parts of its beauty and divinity.
POPPIES.
Summer met Sleep at sunset,
Dreaming within the south,--
Drugged with his soul's deep slumber,
Red with her heart's hot drouth,
These are the drowsy kisses
She pressed upon his mouth.
HER EYES AND MOUTH.
There is no Paradise like that which lies
Deep in the heavens of her azure eyes:
There is no Eden here on Earth that glows
Like that which smiles rich in her mouth's red rose.
HER SOUL.
To me not only does her soul suggest
Palms and the peace of tropic shore and wood,
But, oceaned far beyond the golden West,
The Fortunate Islands of true Womanhood.
HER FACE.
The gladness of our Southern spring; the grace
Of summer; and the dreaminess of fall
Are parts of her sweet nature.--Such a face
Was Ruth's, methinks, divinely spiritual.
