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Far away, among the daisies,
Far away, for fear
Now I hear it not :- I loiter
Gaily as before; Yet I sometimes think,—and thinking Makes my heart so sore,
Just a few steps more, And there might have shone for me, Blue and infinite, the Sea.
IF THOU COULDST KNOW.
THINK if thou couldst know,
Oh soul that will complain,
We seek for now in vain,-
I think if thou couldst see,
With thy dim mortal sight,
Are shadows hiding light;
If thou couldst see them right,
And yet thou canst not know,
And yet thou canst not see;
In poor humanity.
Thou wouldst find peace and rest : Wisdom and sight are well, but Trust is best. THE WARRIOR TO HIS DEAD BRIDE.
TiF in the fight my arm was strong
And forced my foes to yield,
If conquering and unhurt I came
My comrades smile to see my arm
Spare or protect a foe,
Was silenced long ago ;
Were taught me first by woe.
Thy heart, my own, still beats in Heaven
With the same love divine
So hard, so stern, as minem
My eyes have learnt to weep, beloved,
Since last they looked on thine.
I hear thee murmur words of peace
Through the dim midnight air, And a calm falls from the angel stars
And soothes my great despairThe Heavens themselves look brighter, love,
Since thy sweet soul is there.
And if my heart is once more calm,
My step is once more free,
Thou prayest still for me ;
Between my soul and thee.
It is because my heart is stilled,
Not broken by despair,
And death itself is fair
I have an angel there !