Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Nor is .there any sorrow more Than hath ere now befallen these Whose gaze is as an opening door On wild interminable seas. O youth, run fast upon thy feet, With full joy haste thee to be filled, And out of moments brief and sweet Thou shalt a power for ages build. Does thy heart falter? Here, then, seek What strength is in thy kind! With pain Immortal bowed, these mortals weak Gentle and unsubdued remain. HAREBELL AND PANSY O'er the round throat her little head Its gay delight upbuoys: A harebell in the breeze of June Hath such melodious poise; And chiming with her heart, my heart Is only hers and joy's. But my heart takes a deeper thrill, Her cheek a rarer bloom, When the sad mood comes rich as glow Of pansies dipped in gloom. By some far shore she wanders—where? And her eyes fill—for whom? GO NOW, LOVE! Go now, Love, Since staying's joy no longer! Leave me to prove If Time can make me stronger! Nay, look not over thy shoulder so, Pleading so sweetly to remain, Where thou workest so much pain: Look not behind thee, haste and go! Ah, how should I Deal to thee such hard measure As force thee fly Who broughtest heavenly pleasure? Take pity, Love, and be kind To him that could not refuse thee! Is it not grief enough to lose thee? Haste, O haste, nor look behind. THE RAIN WAS ENDING The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's eyes. Pale after fever, a captive Apart from his schoolfellows, He stood at the high room's window With face to the pane pressed close, And beheld an immense glory Flooding with fire the drops Spilled on miraculous leaves Of the fresh green lime-tree tops. Washed gravel glittered red To a wall, and beyond it ...