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THE EARTH SPIRIT.
A laughter in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass, And one by one the words of light as joy-drops through my being pass.
"I am the sunlight in the heart, the silver moon-glow in the mind;
My laughter runs and ripples through the wavy tresses of the wind.
I am the fire upon the hills, the dancing flame that leads afar Each burning hearted wanderer, and I the dear and homeward
A myriad lovers died for me, and in their latest yielded breath I woke in glory giving them immortal life though touched by death.
They knew me from the dawn of time: if Hermes beats his rainbow wings,
If Angus shakes his locks of light, or golden-haired Apollo sings,
It matters not, the name, the land: my joy in all the gods abides:
Even in the cricket in the grass some dimness of me smiles and hides.
For joy of me the day-star glows, and in delight and wild desire
The peacock twilight rays aloft its plumes and blooms of shadowy fire,
Where in the vastness too I burn through summer nights and ages long,
And with the fiery-footed planets wave in myriad dance and song."
A CALL OF THE SIDHE.
Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory:
Come thou away with them, for Heaven to Earth is calling.
THE PLACE OF REST.
"The soul is its own witness and its own refuge."
Unto the deep the deep heart goes,
It lays its sadness nigh the breast:
The wounds that quiver unconfessed.
It seeks a deeper silence still;
It folds itself around with peace,
In quietness unfostered cease.
It feels in the unwounding vast
For comfort for its hopes and fears:
She listens to her children's tears.
Where the last anguish deepens there
The Mother takes her child again.
THE GATES OF DREAMLAND.
It's a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore, And a sleeper there lies dreaming where the water laps the
Though the moth-wings of the twilight in their purples are unfurled
Yet his sleep is filled with gold light by the masters of the world.
There's a hand is white as silver that is fondling with his hair: There are glimmering feet of sunshine that are dancing by him there:
And half-open lips of faery that were dyed to richest red
"Come away," the red lips whisper, "all the world is weary now;
"T is the twilight of the ages, and it 's time to quit the plow. Oh, the very sunlight's weary ere it lightens up the dew, And its gold is changed to graylight before it falls to you.
"Though your colleen's heart be tender, a tenderer heart is
What's the starlight in her glance when the stars are shining clear?
Who would kiss the fading shadow when the flower face glows above?
"T is the Beauty of all Beauty that is calling for your love." .
Oh, the mountain gates of dreamland have opened once again, And the sound of song and dancing falls upon the ears of men; And the Land of Youth lies gleaming flushed with opal light
And the old enchantment lingers in the honey heart of earth.
Those delicate wanderers
The wind, the star, the cloud
Ever before mine eyes,
As to an Altar bowed,
The offerings arise:
Hazes of rainbow light,
Pure crystal, blue, and gold,
Through dreamland take their flight;
And 'mid the sacrifice
God moveth as of old.
In miracles of fire
He symbols forth His days;
I am the tender voice calling "Away," Whispering between the beatings of the heart, And inaccessible in dewy eyes
I dwell, and all unkissed on lovely lips,
Now when the giant in us wakes and broods,
Filled with home-yearnings, drowsily he flings From his deep heart high dreams and mystic moods,
Mixed with the memory of the loved earth-things; Clothing the vast with a familiar face, Reaching his right hand forth to greet the starry race.
Wondrously near and clear the great warm fires
Stare from the blue; so shows the cottage light To the field laborer whose heart desires
The old folk by the nook, the welcome bright From the housewife long parted from at dawn— So the star villages in God's great depth withdrawn
Nearer to Thee, not by delusion led,
Though there no house-fires burn nor bright eyes gaze; We rise, but by the symbol charioted,
Through loved things rising up to Love's own ways; By these the soul unto the vast has wings, And sets the seal celestial on all mortal things.
Image of beauty, when I gaze on thee,
No single joy or sorrow do I know;
And, ah! to think how thin the veil that lies