And at the threshold of your palaces I linger long on every crystal stair While from within them sweeps a breeze of sound This starry purple into distance cold. The heart of heaven is open everywhere, I am in the open, many miles away, Grows wider with each upward step I take. The lapsing hours have changed the starry face Of the clear sky, and up to regnant height The sovereign moon has floated through the midst And the cool air that wavers fitfully Across the flood of glory golden-white Breathes through me with a rapture swift and strong The thrill of that disclosure presently. Above me, to the vanishing of space, Heaven beyond heaven arises, thronging through, Ready to bear the wingèd soul away; While earth enlarges her horizon bound, And grows more lovely and more lustrous pale E I know I am all alone on the white down; Spread to the moon-spread low, a coronal In the strong moonlight all their open eyes, As the clustered stars look down.-Ah! what is this? . . . A MID MAY MYSTERY. A SILVER dream of waters to the East, The East lies charmed and stilly through the white The West lies all one sloping spread of gold A little gust of wind may stir and pass Tall stands the wall of trees within the line Four walls of dreams, and what should they uphold But the blue dome of heaven in all its height? And what of sunny space should they enfold But all the open glory of the day? And yet not so, ‚—a measured sanctuary Is theirs, and passing feet may enter in; The gates of it are seen as men go by, And some have dwelling there, and some have life. They do indeed encompass and enclose |