Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire.
(From: Sonnet 10 – Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed)
I thought the funeral-shears
Would take this first, but Love is justified,-
Take it thou,-finding pure, from all those years,
The kiss my mother left here when she died.
(From: Sonnet 18 – I Never Gave A Lock Of Hair Away)
World’s use is cold, world’s love is vain, world’s cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.
My childhood from my life is parted,
My footstep from the moss which drew
Its fairy circle round: anew
The garden is deserted.
(From: The Deserted Garden)
Knowledge by suffering entereth And Life is perfected by Death.
Still, all day, the iron wheels go onward,
Grinding life down from its mark;
And the children’s souls, which God is calling sunward,
Spin on blindly in the dark.
(From: The Cry Of The Children)
They say that God lives very high But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God. And why And if you dig down in the mines You never see Him in the gold, Though from Him all thats glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face Like secrets kept, for love, untold. But still I feel that His embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place As if my tender brother laid On my shut lids, her kisses pressure, Half waking me at night and said, ‘Who kissed through the dark, dear guesser’