It brought me back my own sweet Nore, Until my eyes could see no more It brought me back a mother's love, I prayed her from her home above It brought me one across the wave, It brought me back my Kathleen's grave, WILLIAM KENNEDY (Living) THE POET'S HEART HOU know'st it not, love, when light looks are TH When music awakens its liveliest tone, When pleasure in chains of enchantment hath bound thee, Thou know'st not how truly this heart is thine own. It is not while all are about thee in gladness, While shining in light from thy young spirit's But in moments devoted to silence and sadness, Should grief touch thy cheek, or misfortune o'ertake thee, How soon would thy mates of the summer decay! In the depths of my soul I have cherished a flame mourning E'er send its far shadows to darken her name. Then leave the gay crowd-though my cottage is lonely, Gay halls without hearts are far lonelier still; Then say thou'lt be mine, Mary, always and only, And I'll be thy shelter whate'er be thine ill. As the fond mother clings to her fair little blossom The closer when blight hath appeared on its bloom, So thou Love the dearer shall be to this bosom ; The deeper thy sorrow, the darker thy doom. JAMES KENNEY WHY ARE YOU WANDERING HERE? WHY are you wandering here, I pray? WH An old man asked a maid one day. Looking for poppies, so bright and red, Tell me again, the old man said, looked grave, the maiden shy, Poppies like these, I own, are rare, N the garden of my youth IN Where the flowers' pale perfumes swayed, Passion called me and I went Fearfully yet undismayed. In the garden left my dreams Of a life that might have grown Silently to interweave With the spirit world alone. Why should I thus meekly yield At the first sound of a voice; At the beckoning of a finger Rush like one without a choice? Could the heart that nursed reared All my youth's pale bloom of dreams, Also bear this flaring foliage With its blossoms' fiery gleams? Surely not a chance desire Lent my feet the will to go; But a deeper thinking, sinking To the soul of things below: |