SUMMER LOST. WHAT is the summer Of which they speak? How shall we find it? Where shall we seek? The spring has passed over, It would not stay; It was too bright, So it vanished away. I saw the white stars Over the grass, And the daffodils golden Arise and pass. The merles were singing As evening fell Of something coming Too sweet to tell. A whisper flushed Through the twilight pale; The lily, the rose, And the nightingale. I listen for them ; And what has come? The leaves are falling, The birds are dumb. The scentless sunflowers Are open brown; Through empty branches The rain pours down. Is this the summer I waited for? Is it come? or coming Nevermore? A MIDSUMMER DAY'S DREAM. PART I. AT midday or at midnight it is dim Under the Dome; but the high altar lights Mark the high hours, and one forgets the sun. The vast and glooming spaces, sad and strong As Love in strife with Death. The full choir swells And falls, in long-drawn passionate harmony, And all the great Dome seems as built and borne On music only, save where gloriously Burns the high altar in its hundred lights Dazzling and tall, and over all of them Rises the Crucifix, and from its height Christ with the Crown of Thorns looks down and reigns. I know not whether it was night or day, Being always twilight there ;—the music pealed; Up to the feet of Christ ;-the incense rose O Christ! they chaunted, conquer Death for us! Remember us as we remember Thee; We are Thine, and Thou art ours for evermore ! Uplifted on the music and the lights, I know not how the passionate hours went by ; But they were ending, and the High Mass done : And those who filled the great cathedral floor, Seeming at home in the warm shadowy space, Began to pour away; the chaunts went low And sorrowing, and single voices wailed Toward the far doors, and none turned back to look, Departing to the outer life and air. The dim and empty height grew cold and grey; The smoke from dying tapers curled around The dying Christ, and He was left alone Was loth to leave Him too ;-the hour of light So some long time it seemed I watched with Him, Left Him, and He remains there all alone. |