LOVE'S TRILOGY. PALACES. His. 1. SWEETER to me than rosiest sun, thy Soul So yet, days are for me of love, whom Night Had made her melancholy mate ;-for me Who dreamt so falsely, in dead Beauty's light, Of maidens I could only blindly see As ugly or too beautiful for sight Foul fiends or shades of vestal purity. 2. Have I been groping in the fruitless dark, Lured by Song's sirens through weird witching halls; And hast thou found me, O my love, where calls Deep unto deep of misery,-where hark Such spirits strayed, with trembling hearts, the bark Of dogs with hanging fleshly mouths, fierce thralls To him who rules the Depth which Mind appals; And wilt thou bring me back where joyous lark Shakes down tense crystal notes of love to kin, That I too, more from Love may never err, Fair Queen of that bright Kingdom we can win ; And wilt thou cut the bands, dear Severer, Which harshly bind as I were slave to sin, 3. But what am I, that thou shouldst bend o'er me, So wounded heavily in battle sore, That thou, in fairest garments, shouldst thus pore On face like mine, most piteous to see, That thou shouldst blur thy whiteness hideously,' To tend a private soldier in his gore? What matter if I know that, long before, The noblest blood coursed through my feudal tree? Far, far have I got carried from that home, And never dare I claim the joy of birth; So, let me die, calm girl, beneath Heaven's dome, Where man is man and has his rightful worth, Since I, though 'Peer' in Lore's refining tome, May know no gentle maiden's equal mirth. 4. White seas may crowd from blackest tempests known, Beasts soulless tear live men in Hunger's greed, Huge stars break up far systems with blind speed, Apart from all that joy of look and deed Which Love, Sovereign divine, makes far exceed The quickest power of vivid word to tone! Is dead, though I can see with distant breeze And thou too! thou! wilt thou throw me no rope? 5. Deep in the cells retired I sought, through day, Through night, for what would equal me with those Whom Fate had made my masters ere life rose ; To make the living Man, and failed, as they That what would now get all my hate, then might So near approach the cruel acts to wise. 6. As quick I passed from gloom below to gloom, “ |