LIFE AND I.
Life and I are lovers, straying
Arm in arm along:
Often like two children Maying,
Full of mirth and song.
Life plucks all the blooming hours
Growing by the way;
Binds them on my brow like flowers;
Calls me Queen of May.
Then again, in rainy weather,
We sit vis‑a‑vis,
Planning work we'll do together
In the years to be.
Sometimes Life denies me blisses,
And I frown or pout;
But we make it up with kisses
Ere the day is out.
Woman‑like, I sometimes grieve him,
Try his trust and faith,
Saying I shall one day leave him
For his rival Death.
Then he always grows more zealous,
Tender, and more true;
Loves the more for being jealous,
As all lovers do.
Though I swear by stars above him,
And by worlds beyond,
That I love him—love him—love him;
Though my heart is fond;
Though he gives me, doth my lover,
Kisses with each breath—
I shall one day throw him over,
And plight troth with Death.
Life and I are lovers, straying
Arm in arm along:
Often like two children Maying,
Full of mirth and song.
Life plucks all the blooming hours
Growing by the way;
Binds them on my brow like flowers;
Calls me Queen of May.
Then again, in rainy weather,
We sit vis‑a‑vis,
Planning work we'll do together
In the years to be.
Sometimes Life denies me blisses,
And I frown or pout;
But we make it up with kisses
Ere the day is out.
Woman‑like, I sometimes grieve him,
Try his trust and faith,
Saying I shall one day leave him
For his rival Death.
Then he always grows more zealous,
Tender, and more true;
Loves the more for being jealous,
As all lovers do.
Though I swear by stars above him,
And by worlds beyond,
That I love him—love him—love him;
Though my heart is fond;
Though he gives me, doth my lover,
Kisses with each breath—
I shall one day throw him over,
And plight troth with Death.
GUERDON.
Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year
I saw a tear.
Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow
So soon a sorrow.
Just then the sunlight fell with sudden flame:
The tear became
A wond'rous diamond sparkling in the light—
A beauteous sight.
Upon my soul there fell such woeful loss,
I said, "The Cross
Is grievous for a life as young as mine."
Just then, like wine,
God's sunlight shone from His high Heavens down;
And lo! a crown
Gleamed in the place of what I thought a burden—
My sorrow's guerdon.
Upon the white cheek of the Cherub Year
I saw a tear.
Alas! I murmured, that the Year should borrow
So soon a sorrow.
Just then the sunlight fell with sudden flame:
The tear became
A wond'rous diamond sparkling in the light—
A beauteous sight.
Upon my soul there fell such woeful loss,
I said, "The Cross
Is grievous for a life as young as mine."
Just then, like wine,
God's sunlight shone from His high Heavens down;
And lo! a crown
Gleamed in the place of what I thought a burden—
My sorrow's guerdon.