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: Of what avail the hectic reasoning Of what we were and what we may attain? All doubt is dead within this close where spring Unfolds within us far from life and pain. I reason not, nor do I seek to know, For naught can trouble that within whose scope Are all of sweet impulse and sudden fervour's glow, And tranquil flight to sanctuaried hope. Before I knew, I felt thy clarity; And 'tis my joy above All else to fill my heart with love Nor question why thy voice so calls to Come, let our hearts be true—the day insure To us the tenderness without the strife, And let them say that life Was never made to reach a love so pure.Quietly, like stately queens of old Who, step by languid step, descend the stairs of gold In fairy tales, thou movest in my dream; Names I give thee, such as must beseem All beauty and all radiance; names that soothe, Resounding silken-smooth, Sounds that wind and waver, glide and glance, Weaving my poems, as in subtle dance. Ah, but how soon I leave this play When I behold thy wistful way, Thine unadorned, profoundly wistful way; Thy forehead unafraid and calmer than the day, Thy peaceful child-like hands laid open on thy knees, Thy breathing bosom and the dreamful That on thy deep and limpid spirit lies. How useless and how little in the sight Of this are all things—all things, save the naked light That wells up from thy heart and gathers in thine eyes. To all thy smiles and tears My sweetest thoughts I give, Those from a brimming heart, And those that live Too deep for language to impart. To all thy smiles and tears, And to thy soul, my soul, With all its smiles and tears, And its caress. See thou, how dawn has blanched all the earth, The shades of gloom seem p...