It seeks a deeper silence still; It feels in the unwounding vast Where the last anguish deepens-there THE RENDEZVOUS ALAN SEEGER I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring comes back with rustling shade I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may be he shall take my hand And close my eyes and quench my breath- I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, God knows 'twere better to be deep Where hushed awakenings are dear.... But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, DREAM FANTASY WILLIAM SHARP (Fiona Macleod) There is a land of Dream; I have trodden its golden ways: From the heart of its sun-swept days; Ah, the strange sweet lonely delight Ah, in that Land of Dream, It is dark in the Land of Dream. This stir i'the dawn, this chill wan air- Lie hush'd the Valleys of Dream? OMNIA EXEUNT IN MYSTERIUM GEORGE STERLING The stranger in my gates-lo! that am I, And though he bide, his soul is wanderer, On ways that end in evening and the waste. REQUIEM ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Under the wide and starry sky And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: And the hunter home from the hill. EXILE FROM GOD JOHN HALL WHEELOCK I do not fear to lay my body down The life of the dark earth and lose my own, I have so loved all sense of Him, sweet might His tangible loveliness and living light If to His heart in the hushed grave and dim It shall be well-living we rest in Him. Lest from my God in lonely death I lapse, Lose Him; for God is life, and death perhaps DEEP SEA SOUNDINGS SARAH WILLIAMS Mariner, what of the deep? This of the deep: Twilight is there, and solemn changeless calm; Poised by the finger of God, it floateth free, Never again the anguished clutch at life, Never again great Love and Death in strife; He who hath suffered all need fear no more; Mariner, what of the deep? This of the deep: Mariner, what of the deep? This of the deep: Though we have travelled past the line of day, Glory of night doth light us on our way, Radiance that comes not how nor whence, Rainbows without rain, past duller sense, Music of hidden reefs and waves long past, Thunderous organ tones from far-off blast, Harmony, victrix, throned in state sublime, Couched on the wrecks be-gemmed with pearls of time; Never a wreck but brings some beauty here; Down where the waves are stilled the sun shines clear; Deeper than life, the plan of life doth lie; He who knows all, fears not. Great Death shall die. From ODE TO IMMORTALITY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; And cometh from afar: |