The broad seas darken slowly in the west;
The wheeling sea-birds call from nest to nest;
Draw near and touch me, leaning out of space,
O happy Sleep!
There is no sorrow hidden or confess'd,
There is no passion uttered or suppress'd,
Thou can'st not for a little while efface;
Enfold me in thy mystical embrace,
Thou sovereign gift of God, most sweet, most blest,
O happy Sleep!
Ada Louise Martin.
TO TAMARIS.
It is enough to love you. Let me be
Only an influence, as the wandering sea
Answers the moon that yet foregoes to shine;
Only a sacrifice, as in a shrine
The lamp burns on where dead eyes cannot see;
Only a hope unknown, withheld from thee,
Yet ever like a petrel plaintively,
Just following on to life's far twilight line,
It is enough.
Go where you will, I follow. You are free.
Alone, unloved, to all eternity
I track that chance no virtue can divine,
When pitiful, loving, with fond hands in mine,
You say: "True heart, here take your will of me,
It is enough."
Theo. Marzials.
WHEN I SEE YOU.
When I see you my heart sings
Deep within me for deep love;
In my deep heart's dreamiest grove,
Your bright image comes like Spring's,
Bringing back the murmured dove
To the wan dim watersprings.
Would my tongue could tell the things
Love seems but one echo of
When I see you!