ns that leap;
Laws of entity; the deep:--
And the sea was moaning, moaning;--
Orbs and eons; springs of Power;
Circumstance--blown like a flower;--
Time--the second of an hour:--
And the wind was groaning.

To the central third one's full
Balanced being beautiful
Heart, to hearken, made a lull,--
And the sea was moaning, moaning;--
As she sternly stooped to me:
"Thou dost know and thou canst see;
What thou art arise and be!"--
And the wind was groaning.

To my mouth hot lips she pressed;
And my famished soul, thrice blessed,
Quaffed her radiance and caressed:--
And vague seas were moaning, moaning:--
Mounted; star-vibrating fled;
Soared to love, with her who said:
"Thou dost live and thou art dead."--
Far off winds were groaning.

THE BRUSH SPARROW.

I.

Ere wild haws, looming in the glooms,
Build bolted drifts of breezy blooms;
And in the whistling hollow there
The red-bud bends as brown and bare
As buxom Roxy's up-stripped arm;
From some slick hickory or larch,
Sighed o'er the sodden meads of March,
The sad heart thrills and reddens warm
To hear thee braving the rough storm,
Frail courier of green-gathering powers,--
Rebelling sap in trunks and flowers;
Love's minister come heralding;
O sweet saint-voice among bleak bowers!--
Thou brown-red pursuivant of Spring!

II.

"_Moan_" sob the woodland cascades still
Down bloomless ledges of the hill;
And gray, gaunt clouds like harpies hang
In harpy heavens, and swoop and clang
Sharp beaks and talons of the wind:
Black scowl the forests, and unkind
The far fields as the near; while song
Seems murdered and all passion, wrong.
One wild frog only in the thaw
Of spawny pools wakes cold and raw,
Expires a melancholy bass
And stops as if bewildered; then
Along the frowning wood again,
Flung in the thin wind's fangy face,
Thou, in red, woolly tassels proud
Of bannered maples, flutest loud:
"_Her Grace! her Grace! her Grace!_"

III.

"Her Grace! her Grace! her Grace!"
Climbs beautiful and sunny-browed
Up, up the kindling hills and wakes
Blue berries in the berry brakes;
With fragrant flakes, that blow and bleach,
Deep powders smothered quince and peach;
Eyes dogwoods with a thousand eyes;
Teaches each sod how to be wise
With twenty wild-flowers for one weed;
And kisses germs that they may seed.