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44

DRIFTWOOD

I

Heaven is lovelier than the stars,
The sea is fairer than the shore;
I've seen beyond the sunset bars
A colour more.
A thought is floating round my mind,
And there are words that will not come.
Do you believe, as I, the wind
Somewhere goes home?

II

In grassy paths my spirit walks.
The earth I travel speaks me fair
And still thro' many voices talks
Of that deep oneness which we are.
I love to see the rolling sod
Mixing and changing ever grow
To other forms,—and this is God
And all of God and all we know.
I love to feel the dead dust whirled
About my face, to touch the dust;
And this large muteness of the world
Gives me vitality of trust.

45

Here on the earth I lie a space,
The quiet earth that knows no strife.
I mix with her and take my place
In the dark matter that is life.
[1895]

III

I saw the moon and heard her sing,
I saw her sing and heard the moon.
For light and song went wing and wing.
So many a ship and many a star
Abroad the sky and sea are two.
We know it not for being far.
So two fair flowers make a whole
In corner meadows of the spring.
It takes two hearts to make a soul;
And down the cloudy days they fare
Married in Beauty, as of old
The lovers thro' the infernal air.

IV

Between the sun and moon
A voice now vague now clear—
Do you hear?—
Says “Wander on.”
And on the hearthstone black
The embers poignantly—
Do you see?—
Spell “Come back.”