Endymion On such a tranquil night as this, Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought, It comes, the beautiful, the free, To seek the elected one. It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep Of him who slumbering lies. O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes! Are fraught with fear and pain, No one is so accursed by fate, No one so utterly desolate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds, as if with unseen wings, "Where hast thou stayed so long?" 485 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [1807-1882] FATE Two shall be born, the whole wide world apart, And these, o'er unknown seas, to unknown lands And bend each wandering step to this one end- And two shall walk some narrow way of life They needs must stand acknowledged, face to face. Susan Marr Spalding [18 - ?] "GIVE ALL TO LOVE" GIVE all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the Muse,— Nothing refuse. 'Tis a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high "Give All To Love" It dives into noon, And the outlets of the sky. It was never for the mean; Leave all for love; Yet, hear me, yet, One word more thy heart behoved, One pulse more of firm endeavor,- To-morrow, forever, Of thy beloved. Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise, Flits across her bosom young, Of a joy apart from thee, Free be she, fancy-free; Nor thou detain her vesture's hem, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem. Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Though her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive; 487 Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive. Ralph Waldo Emerson [1803-1882] "O, LOVE IS NOT A SUMMER MOOD" O, LOVE is not a summer mood, Nor flying phantom of the brain, Nor youthful fever of the blood, Nor dream, nor fate, nor circumstance. Love is the flower of maidenhood; And she hath winter in her blood. True love is steadfast as the skies, WHEN WILL LOVE COME? SOME find Love late, some find him soon, Some with the nightingale in June, And some when skies are gray; Love comes to some with smiling eyes, And comes with tears to some; For some Love sings, for some Love sighs, How will you come to me, fair Love? Will you come late or soon? With sad or smiling skies above, By light of sun or moon? The Secret Will you be sad, will you be sweet, 489 Pakenham Beatty [18 - ? ] "AWAKE, MY HEART” AWAKE, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee: And if thou tarry from her,—if this could be,— Awake! The land is scattered with light, and see, Lo, all things wake and tarry and look for thee: THE SECRET NIGHTINGALES warble about it All night under blossom and star; |