But when the lights are lit, and day has flown—
God wot! there will be some who sit alone;
Who sit and gaze into the embers' glow,
And watch strange things that flitter to and fro—
The ghosts of dreams; and faces—long unseen;
Shadows of shadows—things that once have been.
THE HEART COURAGEOUS
Who hath a heart courageous
Will fight with right good cheer;
For well may he his foes out-face
Who owns no foe called Fear!
Who hath a heart courageous
Will fight as knight of old
For that which he doth count his own—
Against the world to hold.
Who hath a heart courageous
Will fight both night and day,
Against the Host Invisible—
That holds his soul at bay,
Who hath a heart courageous
Rests with tranquillity,
For Time he counts not as his foe,
Nor Death his enemy.
A SONG
Love maketh its own summer time,
'Tis June, Love, when we are together,
And little I care for the frost in the air,
For the heart makes its own summer weather.
Love maketh its own winter time,
And though the hills blossom with heather,
If you are not near, 'tis December, my dear,
For the heart makes its own winter weather.