. The great remembrance, and other poems. t mars;64 MERIDIAN Twixt hills the sea gleams through;With twiHght come the stars;And nights slow fallEnds all. IV In the cool-breathing night The starry sky is deep. Still on through glimmering light Till we lie down to sleep,— Then let nights fall End all. 65 EVENING IN TYRINGHAM VALLEY What domes and pinnacles of mist and fire Are builded in yon spacious realms of lightAll silently, as did the walls aspire Templing the ark of God by day and night!Noiseless and swift, from darkening ridge to ridge, Through purple air that deepens down the day,Over th
. The great remembrance, and other poems. t mars;64 MERIDIAN Twixt hills the sea gleams through;With twiHght come the stars;And nights slow fallEnds all. IV In the cool-breathing night The starry sky is deep. Still on through glimmering light Till we lie down to sleep,— Then let nights fall End all. 65 EVENING IN TYRINGHAM VALLEY What domes and pinnacles of mist and fire Are builded in yon spacious realms of lightAll silently, as did the walls aspire Templing the ark of God by day and night!Noiseless and swift, from darkening ridge to ridge, Through purple air that deepens down the day,Over the valley springs a shadowy bridge. The evening stars keen, soHtary rayMakes more intense the silence, and the glad, Unmelancholy, restful, twilight gloom,—So full of tenderness, that even the sad Remembrances that haunt the soul take bloomLike that on yonder mountain. Now the bars Of sunset all bum black; the day doth fail,And the skies whiten with the eternal stars. Oh, let thy spirit stay with me, sweet vale! 66 Ill A BOOK OF SONGS. A BOOK OF SONGS BECAUSE THE ROSE MUST FADE I BECAUSE the rose must fade,Shall I not love the rose ?Because the summer shade Passes when winter blows,Shall I not rest me thereIn the cool air ? Because the sunset sky Makes music in my soul, Only to fail and die, Shall I not take the whole Of beauty that it gives While yet it hves ?69 70 ^BECAUSE THE ROSE MUST FADE III Because the sweet of youthDoth vanish all too soon, Shall I forget, forsooth, To learn its lingering tune — My joy to memorize In those young eyes ? IV If, like the summer flower That blooms,— a fragrant deaths- Keen music hath no powerTo live beyond its breath, Then of this flood of song Let me drink long! Ah, yes, because the rose Doth fade like sunset skies; Because rude winter blows All bare, and music dies — Therefore, now is to me Eternity! FADES THE ROSE Fades the rose; the year grows old;The tale is told;Youth doth depart —Only stays the heart. -Ah, no! if stays the
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