THE REMONSTRANCE
Naught was in me to tempt your feet
To seek a lodging. Quite forgot
Lay the sweet solitude we two
In childhood used to wander through;
Time’s cold had closed my heart about;
And shut you out.
Well, and what then?... O vision grave,
Take all the little all I have!
Strip me of what in voiceless thought
Life’s kept of life, unhoped, unsought!—
Reverie and dream that memory must
Hide deep in dust!
This only I say,—Though cold and bare
The haunted house you have chosen to share,
Still ’neath its walls the moonbeam goes
And trembles on the untended rose;
Still o’er its broken roof-tree rise
The starry arches of the skies;
And ’neath your lightest word shall be
The thunder of an ebbing sea.
THE EXILE
Oh, from wide circuit, shall at length I see
Pure daybreak lighten again on Eden’s tree?
Loosed from remorse and hope and love’s distress,
Enrobe me again in my lost nakedness?
No more with wordless grief a loved one grieve,
But to heaven’s nothingness re-welcome Eve?