Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Alas ! this Laura’s lips are not blest banks Where flows the marvel measure of the stream Whose drops are words. Dumb peasant, she gives thanks For any rough-spun web to dress her dream And make it visible to eyes that doubt; And doubting see but air where seraph shape Makes radiant the roads that wind about Earth’s twilight fringes that too heavy drape The striving lance of sight. But she, so poor In shining words that those who hear must scoff, Bears in her eyes such riches, such dear lure Of vision, that ere dies the mocker’s laugh, She forward springs to take thee by the hand, Nor stays her joy till doubters understand. Then back through lifting arches of the years On arrow feet we run. The spent, prone days Rise mantling where they dusked. Sod-sunken tears, That dropped as cypress brew upon these ways, Shine up like eyes joy-soft. The clammy shade Of forest doubts clings now like faith that fills Cathedral air when holy touch is laid On saintly kneelers. Love, 0 love, what thrills Tremble from heart to heaven ! Is it ours, This world where leaves and light and faces all Learn manners of the dove? This earth that flowers, Shallop of rose whose petals never fall? Where we infolded sail, the stars our strand,? Our irised islands where our dreams may land. chapter{Section 4Now lock my eyes their lids and lose the key To every world but that vast world we found When heaven was a flowering orchard tree, All earth a tender ring of April ground; For we have come unto our day of days, When our two souls and God made trothal feast; Each apple spray an angel witness was, Each still grass blade a little waiting priest; Your words throbbed free, each one a prisoned bird Finding at last the sky, till all the ai…
