Once, at night, in the manor wood My Love and I long silent stood, Amazed that any heavens could
Sail fast, sail fast, Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams; Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
My crippled sense fares bow'd along His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life with wrong
Sail on, sail on, fair cousin Cloud: Oh loiter hither from the sea. Still-eyed and shadow-brow'd,
Over the monstrous shambling sea, Over the Caliban sea, Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest:
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, With a lot o' truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin'
From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day, As from a bell that far away
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night,
From the German of Heine. In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone, Upon a wintry height;
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells Two weddings in one breath. SHE marries whom her love compels:
I asked my heart to say Some word whose worth my love's devoir might pay Upon my Lady's natal day.