IN THE ENCHANTED TOWER
The waves in thunderous menace break
Upon the rocks below my tower,
And none will dare the Sea-king’s power
And venture shipwreck for my sake.
Yet once,—my lamp a path of light
Across the darkling sea had cast—
I saw a sail; at last, at last,
It came towards me through the night.
My lamp had been the beacon set
To lead the ship through mist and foam,
The ship that came to take me home,
To that far land I half forget.
But since my tower is built so high,
And surf-robed rocks curl hid below,
I quenched my lamp—and, weeping low
I saw my ship go safely by!
FAITH
Through the long night, the deathlong night,
Along the dark and haunted way,
I knew your hidden face was bright—
More bright than any day.
And when the faint, insistent moan
Rose from some weed-grown wayside grave,
I said, “I do not walk alone;
’Tis easy to be brave.”
I never turned to speak with you,
For all the way was dark and long,
But all the shadows’ menace through
Your silence was my song.