Rose from my heart-'Toils of the world grow

strong,

'Yield strength, yield strength to rend them to my

hands;

Be thou apparent, Queen! in dubious ways

'Lo my feet fail; cry down the forest glade,

'Pierce with thy voice the tangle and dark boughs,

'Call, and I follow thee.'

What things made up

Memorial for the Presence of the place

Thenceforth to hold? Only the torrent's leap

Endlessly vibrating, monotonous rhythm

Of the swift footstep pacing to and fro,

Only a soul's reiterated cry

Under the calm, controlling, ancient trees,

And tutelary ward and watch of heaven

Felt through steep inlets which the upper airs
Blew wider.

On the grass at last I lay

Seized by a peace divine, I know not how;

Passive, yet never so possessed of power,

Strong, yet content to feel not use my strength,

Sustained a babe upon the breasts of life

Yet armed with adult will, a shining spear.

O strong deliverance of the larger law

Which strove not with the less! impetuous youth
Caught up in ampler force of womanhood!
Co-operant ardours of joined lives! the calls

Of heart to heart in chase of strenuous deeds!
Virgin and wedded freedom not disjoined,
And loyal married service to my Queen!

Husband, have lesser gains these seven good years yours because because you chose no gracious maid

Been yours

Whose hands had woven in the women's room

Many fair garments, while her dreaming heart Had prescience of the bridal; one whose claims, Tender exactions feminine, had pleased

Fond husband, one whose gentle gifts had pleased, Soft playful touches, little amorous words,

Untutored thoughts that widened up toward yours,

With trustful homage of uplifted eyes,

And sweetest sorrows lightly comforted?

Have we two challenged each the other's heart
Too highly? Have our joys been all too large,
No gleaming gems on finger or on neck
A man may turn and touch caressingly,

But ampler than this heaven we stand beneath—
Wide wings of Presences august? Our lives,
Were it not better they had stood apart

A little space, letting the sweet sense grow

Of distance bridged by love? Had that full calm,

may not question since you call it true,—

Found in some rightness of a woman's will,

Been gladder through perturbing touch of doubt,
By brief unrest made exquisitely aware
Of all its dear possession? Have our eyes
Met with too calm directness-soul to soul
Turned with the unerroneous long regard,
Until no stuff remains for dreams to weave,
Nought but unmeasured faithfulness, clear depths

Pierced by the sun, and yielding to the eye
Which searches, yet not fathoms? Did my lips
Lay on your lips too great a pledge of love
With awe too rapturous? Teach me how I fail,
Recount what things your life has missed through

me,

Appease me with new needs; my strength is weak Trembling toward perfect service."

In her eyes

Tears stood and utterance ceased. Wondering the

boy

Parthenopous stopped his play and gazed.

EUROPA.

"He stood with head erect fronting the herd; At the first sight of him I knew the God

And had no fear. The grass is sweet and long
Up the east land backed by a pale blue heaven :
Gray, shining gravel shelves toward the sea

Which sang and sparkled; between these he stood,
Beautiful, with imperious head, firm foot,
And eyes resolved on present victory,

Which swerved not from the full acquist of joy,
Calmly triumphant. Did I see at all

The creamy hide, deep dewlap, little horns,
Or hear the girls describe them? I beheld
Zeus, and the law of my completed life.
Therefore the ravishment of some great calm
Possessed me, and I could not basely start
Or scream; if there was terror in my breast
It was to see the inevitable bliss

In prone descent from heaven; apart I lived