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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 479 |
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Royally crowned were those moments of feeling,
Or sad with the softness of twilight skies, While silent tears came mournfully stealing
Up through the purple depths of our eyes 1 I think of you now—while ocean is dashing
The foam in a thunder of silver spray, And the glittering gleams of the white oars flashing Die in the sunset flush of the day. For all things beautiful, free, divine, The music that floats through the waving pine, The starry night, or the infinite sea, Speak with the breath of your spirit to me.
All my soul's unfulfilled aspiration —
Founts that flow from eternal streams— Awoke to life, like a new creation,
In the paradise light of your glowing dreams. As gold refined in a threefold fire,
As the Talith robe of the sainted dead, Were the pure, high aims of our hearts' desire, The words we uttered, the thoughts half said. We spoke of the grave with a voice unmoved, Of love that could die as a thing disproved, And we poured the rich wine, and drank, at our
pleasure, Of the higher life, without stint or measure.
Time fled onward without our noting,
Soft as the fall of the summer rain, While thoughts in starry cascades came floating
Down from the living fount of the brain. Yet—better apart! Without human aidance
I cross the River of Life and Fate — Wake me no more with that voice, whose cadence |
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