Dramatic poems, songs & sonnets . her handAs if it seemed to understandThe precious jewels it covered oerDug from the waiting earths warm core, Her small kid glove. It pressed what once my heart had plannedTo press, but failed, being over-mannedWith fears—now all it can adore, Her small kid glove. One day from out a distant landAn angel-suitor, with a wandOf sunlight, beckoned her to soarAnd drop her body, as of yoreShe dropped upon the summer sand Her small kid glove. 208 RHYMES AND RUNES IN BEAUTYS NAME IN Beautys name the Truth was toldBy artists in the days of old,Then hearts were lifted a
Dramatic poems, songs & sonnets . her handAs if it seemed to understandThe precious jewels it covered oerDug from the waiting earths warm core, Her small kid glove. It pressed what once my heart had plannedTo press, but failed, being over-mannedWith fears—now all it can adore, Her small kid glove. One day from out a distant landAn angel-suitor, with a wandOf sunlight, beckoned her to soarAnd drop her body, as of yoreShe dropped upon the summer sand Her small kid glove. 208 RHYMES AND RUNES IN BEAUTYS NAME IN Beautys name the Truth was toldBy artists in the days of old,Then hearts were lifted and made freeAnd fearless as the open sea, That none can tame. Now men in times of strife for gold. With eyes grown heavy, hearts grown cold, Forget how they gained Liberty In Beautys name. Shall I be counted overbold,Who pour my thoughts into the mouldOf simple rhymes? If, tremblingly,I dare to speak of harmony,And bid mens eyes to Truth unfoldIn Beautys name? Fair Women andBrave Men FAIR WOMEN AND BRAVE MEN TO MRS. H. F. *^^^^^^Y REED of song I know is far toosmallOn which to carve her name, but may it beA sylvan flute to the old Pan in me,Through which my inmost longingsone and allAre piped in praise and so made musical,In praise of her who is star melody,Even as she is the star of SympathyFrom which delicious rays of comfort though my notes grow faint before they gain The golden hush of her high holy place,Away beyond my galaxy of Dreams,I know my gracious Star will not refrain From shedding on me understandings graceNor hide her comprehending heart-warm beams. 211 212 FAIR WOMEN AND BRAVE MEN SHAKESPEARE THE blind bard eloquent of Colophon,The foremost singer of the Epic Song,Is like a river on whose breast the strongYoung Gods and Heroes sport with Ledas Florentine, Hells fires and Heavens dawnWove into words that to all time belong,And like a star shines, piercing depths of wrong,A mist of pity round its radiance Shakespeare, Man, what
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