Elizabethan days . THE LAWS OF CHANCE OMEWHERE, I know not where, Where the laws of chance work slow,Someone has won the love of herWhom, perhaps, Ill never know. Well, Im aware we may not meet, (I and my earthly shrine),But if we do, the laws of chance Will surely make her mine. So I place my trust in the laws of chance,For theyll guard my love until— Until by right shell belong to me,As the laws of chance shall will. 52 MEMORIES IM shapes of Yesterday, Where will you be To-morrow? I hold the key which sets you free, Dim shapes clothed with sorrow. Out through the rainy fog, Guided by a weepi
Elizabethan days . THE LAWS OF CHANCE OMEWHERE, I know not where, Where the laws of chance work slow,Someone has won the love of herWhom, perhaps, Ill never know. Well, Im aware we may not meet, (I and my earthly shrine),But if we do, the laws of chance Will surely make her mine. So I place my trust in the laws of chance,For theyll guard my love until— Until by right shell belong to me,As the laws of chance shall will. 52 MEMORIES IM shapes of Yesterday, Where will you be To-morrow? I hold the key which sets you free, Dim shapes clothed with sorrow. Out through the rainy fog, Guided by a weeping light,This shadow band from the lowland— Dim shapes who thrive by night— Grasping the corniced walls, Scaling the sharpest window ledge, Open the gate; the hour is late. Dim shapes, fly home below the sedge! For see, where the dull eastern lineRises like a strangled throat! Away, away, dim shapes of Yesterday,Farewell, as through the mist you float! 53. THE TUBE ROSE N a deserted mountain top, Where a pine waved desperately,I entered the cave, With a swinging lantern before me;Wearing her token,The jealous-eyed tube rose,(But longing for you), Who dwell many miles from where the flow-ers grow. As deeper I went, and shadows deployed me, Seeking, it seemed, to offer me aid; While the tube-rose encompassed me, Drowning your memory, (sweet memory, Heaven born memory), By cruel substitution: But it could not last long, (For I awakened) And seizing the tube rose I flung it away, And your image now flourishes, And shall ever flourish, As long as I bear gainst the storms. 1898. I 54
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