Full of passion and sorrow is he, The sun may flame and the sands may stir, O Tree of Love! by that love of thine, Give me the secret of the Sun, If I were a king, O stately Tree! In the court of my palace I'd build for thee: With spikes of golden bloom ablaze, And there the poets in thy praise RICHARD HENRY STODDARD. 1825 BRAHMA'S ANSWER. And the old Earth was young, Her open secrets wrung. They see their days are number'd Nor stay'd his dreadful hands. The body is the shadow that on the water lies." Thus Indra, looking deeper, With Brahma's self possessed. The hand on Brahma's breast Covering the soul that dies not. This is what Brahma meant. A FAR OF WINE. Day and night my thoughts incline When I die (the day be far !) UNDER The rose. She wears a rose in her hair, At the twilight's dreamy close: Under the rose ! I steal like a shadow there, As she sits in rapt repose, MERCEDES. Under a sultry yellow sky On the yellow sand I lie : The crinkled vapours smite my brain, Above the crags the condor flies,- Mercedes in her hammock swings,- Her lips are like this cactus-cup,— I tear its flaming leaves apart : Last night a man was at her gate : I saw Mercedes meet him there, I waited till the break of day, ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER. 1825-1864. A WOMAN'S QUESTIONING. I break all slighter bonds, nor feel Is there one link within the Past Or is thy faith as clear and free As that which I can pledge to thee? Does there within thy dimmest dreams Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe, If so, at any pain or cost, O tell me, before all is lost! Look deeper still! If thou canst feel Within thy inmost soul That thou hast kept a portion back, While I have staked the whole, Let no false pity spare the blow, Is there within thy heart a need |