“Must I go hungry all the way?”
“You must not beg!
You must not cry!”
“Not for two bits o’love today?”
“Your empty scrip for pillow keep:
It brings great gifts,—thirst, sorrow, sleep!”
WORK
I told my heart that work must be
The only aim of life for me.
But oh! my heart cried, “Love, love, love!”
And wept bitterly.
SOMEWHERE TONIGHT
On hearing the Evening Bells at Westport-on-Lake Champlain
I
Somewhere I have heard bells
Mellow as the moon:
Somewhere they hung and swung,
With slender sound they rose
Tiptoe with hunger for the sky,
Star-pointed with the light of dream;
Somewhere those eager bells whispered of love,—
That was another day,
And we were gay!
II
And now this withered sound’s farewell
Swinging like tethered rhyme,
Slow-moving, pendulous,
A sigh upon the water’s breast,
A cloud within the sky!
Never again for us, Belovèd,
Yet somewhere the moon shines and is bright,—
Somewhere tonight!