THE WANDERERS
WITHIN my mind two spirits strayedFrom out their still and purer air,And there a moment's sojourn made;As lovers will in woodlands bare.Nought heeded they where now they stood,Since theirs its alien solitudeBeyond imagination fair.The light an earthly candle givesWhen it is quenched leaves only dark;Theirs yet in clear remembrance livesAnd, still within, I whispered, 'Hark;'As one who faintly on high has heardThe call note of a hidden birdEven sweeter than the lark.Yet 'twas their silence breathed only this—'I love you.' As if flowers might say,'Such is our natural fragrantness;'Or dewdrop at the break of dayCry 'Thus I beam.' Each turned a head,And each its own clear radiance shedWith joy and peace at play.So in a gloomy London streetPrinces from Eastern realms might pauseIn secret converse, then retreat.Yet without haste passed these from sight;As if a human mind were notWholly a dark and dismal spot—At least in their own light.
WITHIN my mind two spirits strayedFrom out their still and purer air,And there a moment's sojourn made;As lovers will in woodlands bare.Nought heeded they where now they stood,Since theirs its alien solitudeBeyond imagination fair.The light an earthly candle givesWhen it is quenched leaves only dark;Theirs yet in clear remembrance livesAnd, still within, I whispered, 'Hark;'As one who faintly on high has heardThe call note of a hidden birdEven sweeter than the lark.Yet 'twas their silence breathed only this—'I love you.' As if flowers might say,'Such is our natural fragrantness;'Or dewdrop at the break of dayCry 'Thus I beam.' Each turned a head,And each its own clear radiance shedWith joy and peace at play.So in a gloomy London streetPrinces from Eastern realms might pauseIn secret converse, then retreat.Yet without haste passed these from sight;As if a human mind were notWholly a dark and dismal spot—At least in their own light.
WITHIN my mind two spirits strayedFrom out their still and purer air,And there a moment's sojourn made;As lovers will in woodlands bare.Nought heeded they where now they stood,Since theirs its alien solitudeBeyond imagination fair.
WITHIN my mind two spirits strayed
From out their still and purer air,
And there a moment's sojourn made;
As lovers will in woodlands bare.
Nought heeded they where now they stood,
Since theirs its alien solitude
Beyond imagination fair.
The light an earthly candle givesWhen it is quenched leaves only dark;Theirs yet in clear remembrance livesAnd, still within, I whispered, 'Hark;'As one who faintly on high has heardThe call note of a hidden birdEven sweeter than the lark.
The light an earthly candle gives
When it is quenched leaves only dark;
Theirs yet in clear remembrance lives
And, still within, I whispered, 'Hark;'
As one who faintly on high has heard
The call note of a hidden bird
Even sweeter than the lark.
Yet 'twas their silence breathed only this—'I love you.' As if flowers might say,'Such is our natural fragrantness;'Or dewdrop at the break of dayCry 'Thus I beam.' Each turned a head,And each its own clear radiance shedWith joy and peace at play.
Yet 'twas their silence breathed only this—
'I love you.' As if flowers might say,
'Such is our natural fragrantness;'
Or dewdrop at the break of day
Cry 'Thus I beam.' Each turned a head,
And each its own clear radiance shed
With joy and peace at play.
So in a gloomy London streetPrinces from Eastern realms might pauseIn secret converse, then retreat.Yet without haste passed these from sight;As if a human mind were notWholly a dark and dismal spot—At least in their own light.
So in a gloomy London street
Princes from Eastern realms might pause
In secret converse, then retreat.
Yet without haste passed these from sight;
As if a human mind were not
Wholly a dark and dismal spot—
At least in their own light.