r. f. murray-第12章

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In　the　golden　blaze　of　noon；　‘Surely　she　is　coming　soon。'　In　the　twilight；　‘Will　she　come？'　Then　my　heart　with　fear　is　dumb。

When　the　night　wind　in　the　trees　Plays　its　mournful　melodies；　Then　I　know　my　trust　is　vain；　And　she　will　not　come　again。



THE　LIFE　OF　EARTH



The　life　of　earth；　how　full　of　pain；　Which　greets　us　on　our　day　of　birth；　Nor　leaves　us　while　we　yet　retain　The　life　of　earth。

There　is　a　shadow　on　our　mirth；　Our　sun　is　blotted　out　with　rain；　And　all　our　joys　are　little　worth。

Yet　oh；　when　life　begins　to　wane；　And　we　must　sail　the　doubtful　firth；　How　wild　the　longing　to　regain　The　life　of　earth！



GOLDEN　DREAM



Golden　dream　of　summer　morn；　By　a　well…remembered　stream　In　the　land　where　I　was　born；　Golden　dream！

Ripples；　by　the　glancing　beam　Lightly　kissed　in　playful　scorn；　Meadows　moist　with　sunlit　steam。

When　I　lift　my　eyelids　worn　Like　a　fair　mirage　you　seem；　In　the　winter　dawn　forlorn；　Golden　dream！



TEARS



Mourn　that　which　will　not　come　again；　The　joy；　the　strength　of　early　years。　Bow　down　thy　head；　and　let　thy　tears　Water　the　grave　where　hope　lies　slain。

For　tears　are　like　a　summer　rain；　To　murmur　in　a　mourner's　ears；　To　soften　all　the　field　of　fears；　To　moisten　valleys　parched　with　pain。

And　though　thy　tears　will　not　awake　What　lies　beneath　of　young　or　fair　And　sleeps　so　sound　it　draws　no　breath；　Yet；　watered　thus；　the　sod　may　break　In　flowers　which　sweeten　all　the　air；　And　fill　with　life　the　place　of　death。



THE　HOUSE　OF　SLEEP



When　we　have　laid　aside　our　last　endeavour；　And　said　farewell　to　one　or　two　that　weep；　And　issued　from　the　house　of　life　for　ever；　To　find　a　lodging　in　the　house　of　sleep　…

With　eyes　fast　shut；　in　sunless　chambers　lying；　With　folded　arms　unmoved　upon　the　breast；　Beyond　the　noise　of　sorrow　and　of　crying；　Beyond　the　dread　of　dreaming；　shall　we　rest？

Or　shall　there　come　at　last　desire　of　waking；　To　walk　again　on　hillsides　that　we　know；　When　sunrise　through　the　cold　white　mist　is　breaking；　Or　in　the　stillness　of　the　after…glow？

Shall　there　be　yearning　for　the　sound　of　voices；　The　sight　of　faces；　and　the　touch　of　hands；　The　will　that　works；　the　spirit　that　rejoices；　The　heart　that　feels；　the　mind　that　understands？

Shall　dreams　and　memories　crowding　from　the　distance；　Shall　ghosts　of　old　ambition　or　of　mirth；　Create　for　us　a　shadow　of　existence；　A　dim　reflection　of　the　life　of　earth？

And　being　dead；　and　powerless　to　recover　The　substance　of　the　show　whereon　we　gaze；　Shall　we　be　likened　to　the　hapless　lover；　Who　broods　upon　the　unreturning　days？

Not　so：　　for　we　have　known　how　swift　to　perish　Is　man's　delight　when　youth　and　health　take　wing；　Until　the　winter　leaves　him　nought　to　cherish　But　recollections　of　a　vanished　spring。

Dream　as　we　may；　desire　of　life　shall　never　Disturb　our　slumbers　in　the　house　of　sleep。　Yet　oh；　to　think　we　may　not　greet　for　ever　The　one　or　two　that；　when　we　leave　them；　weep！



THE　OUTCAST'S　FAREWELL



The　sun　is　banished；　The　daylight　vanished；　No　rosy　traces　Are　left　behind。　Here　in　the　meadow　I　watch　the　shadow　Of　forms　and　faces　Upon　your　blind。

Through　swift　transitions；　In　new　positions；　My　eyes　still　follow　One　shape　most　fair。　My　heart　delaying　Awhile；　is　playing　With　pleasures　hollow；　Which　mock　despair。

I　feel　so　lonely；　I　long　once　only　To　pass　an　hour　With　you；　O　sweet！　To　touch　your　fingers；　Where　fragrance　lingers　From　some　rare　flower；　And　kiss　your　feet。

But　not　this　even　To　me　is　given。　Of　all　sad　mortals　Most　sad　am　I；　Never　to　meet　you；　Never　to　greet　you；　Nor　pass　your　portals　Before　I　die。

All　men　scorn　me；　Not　one　will　mourn　me；　When　from　their　city　I　pass　away。　Will　you　to…morrow　Recall　with　sorrow　Him　whom　with　pity　You　saw　to…day？

Outcast　and　lonely；　One　thing　only　Beyond　misgiving　I　hold　for　true；　That；　had　you　known　me；　You　would　have　shown　me　A　life　worth　living　…　A　life　for　you。

Yes：　　five　years　younger　My　manhood's　hunger　Had　you　come　filling　With　plenty　sweet；　My　life　so　nourished；　Had　grown　and　flourished；　Had　God　been　willing　That　we　should　meet。

How　vain　to　fashion　From　dreams　and　passion　The　rich　existence　Which　might　have　been！　Can　God's　own　power　Recall　the　hour；　Or　bridge　the　distance　That　lies　between？

Before　the　morning；　From　pain　and　scorning　I　sail　death's　river　To　sleep　or　hell。　To　you　is　given　The　life　of　heaven。　Farewell　for　ever；　Farewell；　farewell！



YET　A　LITTLE　SLEEP



Beside　the　drowsy　streams　that　creep　Within　this　island　of　repose；　Oh；　let　us　rest　from　cares　and　woes；　Oh；　let　us　fold　our　hands　to　sleep！

Is　it　ignoble；　then；　to　keep　Awhile　from　where　the　rough　wind　blows；　And　all　is　strife；　and　no　man　knows　What　end　awaits　him　on　the　deep？

The　voyager　may　rest　awhile；　When　rest　invites；　and　yet　may　be　Neither　a　sluggard　nor　a　craven。　With　strength　renewed　he　quits　the　isle；　And　putting　out　again　to　sea；　Makes　sail　for　his　desired　haven。



LOST　LIBERTY



Of　our　own　will　we　are　not　free；　When　freedom　lies　within　our　power。　We　wait　for　some　decisive　hour；　To　rise　and　take　our　liberty。

Still　we　delay；　content　to　be　Imprisoned　in　our　own　high　tower。　What　is　it　but　a　strong…built　bower？　Ours　are　the　warders；　ours　the　key。

But　we　through　indolence　grow　weak。　Our　warders；　fed　with　power　so　long；　Become　at　last　our　lords　indeed。　We　vainly　threaten；　vainly　seek　To　move　their　ruth。　　The　bars　are　strong。　We　dash　against　them　till　we　bleed。



AN　AFTERTHOUGHT



You　found　my　life；　a　poor　lame　bird　That　had　no　heart　to　sing；　You　would　not　speak　the　magic　word　To　give　it　voice　and　wing。

Yet　sometimes；　dreaming　of　that　hour；　I　think；　if　you　had　known　How　much　my　life　was　in　your　power；　It　might　have　sung　and　flown。



TO　J。　R。



Last　Sunday　night　I　read　the　saddening　story　Of　the　unanswered　love　of　fair　Elaine；　The　‘faith　unfaithful'　and　the　joyless　glory　Of　Lancelot；　‘groaning　in　remorseful　pain。'

I　thought　of　all　those　nights　in　wintry　weather；　Those　Sunday　nights　that　seem　not　long　ago；　When　we　two　read　our　Poet's　words　together；　Till　summer　warmth　within　our　hearts　did　glow。

Ah；　when　shall　we　renew　that　bygone　pleasure；　Sit　down　together　at　our　Merlin's　feet；　Drink　from　one　cup　the　overflowing　measure；　And　find；　in　sharing　it；　the　draught　more　sweet？

That　time　perchance　is　far；　beyond　divining。　Till　then　we　drain　the　‘magic　cup'　apart；　Yet　not　apart；　for　hope　and　memory　twining　Smile　upon　each；　uniting　heart　to　heart。



THE　TEMPTED　SOUL



Weak　soul；　by　sense　still　led　astray；　Why　wilt　thou　parley　with　the　foe？　He　seeks　to　work　thine　overthrow；　And　thou；　poor　fool！　dost　point　the　way。

Hast　thou　forgotten　many　a　day；　When　thou　exulting　forth　didst　go；　And　ere　the　noon　wert　lying　low；　A　broken　and　defenceless　prey？

If　thou　wouldst　live；　avoid　his　face；　Dwell　in　the　wilderness　apart；　And　gather　force　for　vanquishing；　Ere　thou　returnest　to　his　place。　Then　arm；　and　with　undaunted　heart　Give　battle；　till　he　own　thee　king。



YOUTH　RENEWED



When　one　who　has　wandered　out　of　the　way　Which　leads　to　the　hills　of　joy；　Whose　heart　has　grown　both　cold　and　grey；　Though　it　be　but　the　heart　of　a　boy　…　When　such　a　one　turns　back　his　feet　From　the　valley　of　shadow　and　pain；　Is　not　the　sunshine　passing　sweet；　When　a　man　grows　young　again？

How　gladly　he　mounts　up　the　steep　hillside；　With　strength　that　is　born　anew；　And　in　his　veins；　like　a　full　springtide；　The　blood　streams　through　and　through。　And　far　above　is　the　summit　clear；　And　his　heart　to　be　there　is　fain；　And　all　too　slowly　it　comes　more　near　When　a　man　grows　young　again。

He　breathes　the　pure　sweet　mountain　breath；　And　it　widens　all　his　heart；　And　life　seems　no　more　kin　to　death；　Nor　death　the　better　part。　And　in　tones　that　are　strong　and　rich　and　deep　He　sings　a　grand　refrain；　For　the　soul　has　awakened　from　mortal　sleep；　When　a　man　grows　young　again。



VANITY　OF　VANITIES



Be　ye　happy；　if　ye　may；　In　the　years　that　pass　away。　Ye　shall　pass　and　be　forgot；　And　your　place　shall　know　you　not。

Other　generations　rise；　With　the　same　hope　in　their　eyes　That　in　yours　is　kindled　now；　And　the　same　light　on　their　brow。

They　shall　see　the　selfsame　sun　That　your　eyes　now　gaze　upon；　They