last
  Wild pageant of the accumulated past
  That clangs and flashes for a drowning man.

INCLUSIVENESS

  The changing guests, each in a different mood,
  Sit at the roadside table and arise:
  And every life among them in likewise
  Is a soul's board set daily with new food.
  What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood
  How that face shall watch his when cold it lies?—
  Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes,
  Of what her kiss was when his father wooed?

  May not this ancient room thou sit'st in dwell
  In separate living souls for joy or pain?
  Nay, all its corners may be painted plain
  Where Heaven shows pictures of some life spent well;
  And may be stamped, a memory all in vain,
  Upon the sight of lidless eyes in Hell.

ARDOUR AND MEMORY

  The cuckoo-throb, the heartbeat of the Spring;
  The rosebud's blush that leaves it as it grows
  Into the full-eyed fair unblushing rose;
  The summer clouds that visit every wing
  With fires of sunrise and of sunsetting;
  The furtive flickering streams to light re-born
  'Mid airs new-fledged and valorous lusts of morn,
  While all the daughters of the daybreak sing:—

  These ardour loves, and memory: and when flown
  All joys, and through dark forest-boughs in flight
  The wind swoops onward brandishing the light,
  Even yet the rose-tree's verdure left alone
  Will flush all ruddy though the rose be gone;
  With ditties and with dirges infinite.

KNOWN IN VAIN

  As two whose love, first foolish, widening scope,
  Knows suddenly, with music high and soft,
  The Holy of holies; who because they scoff'd
  Are now amazed with shame, nor dare to cope
  With the whole truth aloud, lest heaven should ope;
  Yet, at their meetings, laugh not as they
  In speech; nor speak, at length; but sitting oft
  Together, within hopeless sight of hope
  For hours are silent:—So it happeneth
  When Work and Will awake too late, to gaze
  After their life sailed by, and hold their breath.
  Ah! who shall dare to search through what sad maze
  Thenceforth their incommunicable ways
  Follow the desultory feet of Death?

HEART OF THE NIGHT

  From child to youth; from youth to arduous man;
  From lethargy to fever of the heart;
  From faithful life to dream-dowered days apart;
  From trust to doubt; from doubt to brink of ban;—
  Thus much of change in one swift cycle ran
  Till now. Alas, the soul!—how soon must she
  Accept her primal immortality,—
  The flesh resume its dust whence it began?

  O Lord of work and peace! O Lord of life!
  O Lord, the awful Lord of will! though late,
  Even yet renew this soul with duteous breath:
  That when the peace is garnered in from strife,
  The work retrieved, the will regenerate,
  This soul may see thy face, O Lord of death!