So, I shall see her in three days
And just one night, but nights are short,
Then two long hours, and that is morn.
See how I come, unchanged, unworn!
Feel, where my life broke off from thine,
How fresh the splinters keep and fine---
Only a touch and we combine!
Too long, this time of year, the days!
But nights, at least the nights are short....
The Flesh
“sweet, thou art pale.”
“More pale to see,
Christ hung upon the cruel tree
And bore his Father’s wrath for me.”
“Sweet, thou art sad.”
“Beneath a rod
More heavy Christ for my sake trod
The wine-press of the wrath of God.”
“Sweet, thou art weary.”...
So much to do: so little done!
Ah! yesternight I saw the sun
Sink beamless down the vaulted gray,—
The ghastly ghost of YESTERDAY.
So little done: so much to do!
Each morning breaks on conflicts new;
But eager, brave, I ’ll join the fray,
And fight the battle of TO-DAY.
So much to do: so little done!
But when it ’s o’...
This I got on the day that Goring
Fought through York, like a wild beast roaring—
The roofs were black, and the streets were full,
The doors built up with packs of wool;
But our pikes made way through a storm of shot,
Barrel to barrel till locks grew hot;
Frere fell dead, and Lucas was gone,
But the drum still beat and the flag went on....
Three fishers went sailing out into the west,—
Out into the west as the sun went down;
Each thought of the woman who loved him the best,
And the children stood watching them out of the town;
For men must work, and women must weep;
And there ’s little to earn, and many to keep,
Though the harbor bar be moaning.
Three wives sat up...
