Death could not come between us two:
What fear of death could be,
If thou, its shadow passing through,
But turned and looked at me?
Nor yet could pain the vision dim
With misty blur of tears:
The cup now clouded to the brim,
For him who drinketh, clears.
Deep waters could not quench the light,
The tender light...
There are some hearts like wells, green-mossed and deep
As ever Summer saw;
And cool their water is,—yea, cool and sweet;—
But you must come to draw.
They hoard not, yet they rest in calm content,
And not unsought will give;
They can be quiet with their wealth unspent,
So self-contained they live.
And...
Declaiming Waters none may dread —
But Waters that are still
Are so for that most fatal cause
In Nature — they are full —
How the Waters closed above Him
We shall never know —
How He stretched His Anguish to us
That — is covered too —
Spreads the Pond Her Base of Lilies
Bold above the Boy
Whose unclaimed Hat and Jacket
Sum the History —
The waters chased him as he fled,
Not daring look behind —
A billow whispered in his Ear,
"Come home with me, my friend —
My parlor is of shriven glass,
My pantry has a fish
For every palate in the Year" —
To this revolting bliss
The object floating at his side
Made no...
Though the great Waters sleep,
That they are still the Deep,
We cannot doubt —
No vacillating God
Ignited this Abode
To put it out —
