A Letter in Black.

A floating on the fragrant flood1
                        
                        Of summer, fuller hour by hour,2
                        
                        With all the sweetness of the bud,3
                        
                        Crown’d by the glory of the flower,4
                        
                        My spirits with the season flowed ;5
                        
                        The air was all a breathing balm ;6
                        
                        The lake so softly sapphire glowed ;7
                        
                        The mountains lay in royal calm.8
                        Green leaves were lusty, roses blush’d9
                        
                        For pleasure in the golden time ;10
                        
                        The birds through all their feathers flush’d11
                        
                        For gladness of their marriage prime.12
                        
                        Languid, among the lilies I threw13
                        
                        Me down, for coolness, ’mid the sheen,14
                        
                        Heaven one large smile of brooding blue,15
                        
                        Earth one large smile of basking green.16
                        A rich suspended shower of gold17
                        
                        Hung o’er me, my laburnum crown !18
                        
                        You look up heavenward, and behold,19
                        
                        It glows, and comes in glory down !20
                        
                        There, as my thoughts of greenness grew21
                        
                        To fruitage of a leafy dream,22
                        
                        There, friend, your letter thrilled me through,23
                        
                        And all the summer day was dim.24
                        The world, so pleasant to the sight,25
                        
                        So full of voices blithe and brave,26
                        
                        With all her lamps of beauty alight27
                        
                        With life !  I had forgot the grave.28
                        
                        
                        And there it opened at my feet,29
                        
                        Revealing a familiar face,30
                        
                        Upturned, my whitened look to meet,31
                        
                        And very patient in its place.32
                        My poor bereaven friend, I know33
                        
                        Not how to word it, but would bring34
                        
                        A little solace for your woe,35
                        
                        A little love for comforting.36
                        
                        And yet the best that I can say37
                        
                        Will only help to sum your loss,38
                        
                        I can but lift my look, and pray39
                        
                        God help my friend to bear his cross.40
                        I have felt something of your smart,41
                        
                        And lost the dearest thing e’er wound42
                        
                        In love about a human heart ;43
                        
                        I, too, have life-roots underground.44
                        
                        From out my soul hath leapt a cry45
                        
                        For help, nor God himself could save ;46
                        
                        And tears still run that nought will dry47
                        
                        Save death’s hand with the dust o’ the grave.48
                        God knows, and we may some day know,49
                        
                        These hidden secrets of his love ;50
                        
                        But now the stillness stuns us so,51
                        
                        Darkly as in a dream we move.52
                        
                        The glad life-pulses come and go,53
                        
                        Over our head and at our feet ;54
                        
                        Soft airs are sighing something low,55
                        
                        The flowers are saying something sweet,56
                        And ’tis a merry world ;  the lark57
                        
                        Is singing over the green corn ;58
                        
                        Only the house and heart are dark !59
                        
                        Only the human world forlorn !60
                        
                        There, in her bridal-chamber, lies61
                        
                        A dear bed-fellow, all in white ;62
                        
                        That purple shadow under eyes63
                        
                        Where star-fire swam in liquid night.64
                        Sweet, slippery silver of her talk,65
                        
                        And music of her laugh so dear,66
                        
                        Heard in home-ways and wedded walk,67
                        
                        For many and many a golden year ;68
                        
                        The singing soul and shining face,69
                        
                        Daisy-like glad, by roughest road,70
                        
                        Gone !  with a thousand dearnesses71
                        
                        That hid themselves for us and glowed.72
                        The waiting angel, patient wife,73
                        
                        All through the battle at our side,74
                        
                        That smiled her sweetness on our strife75
                        
                        For gain, and it was sanctified !76
                        
                        When waves of trouble beat breast-high,77
                        
                        And the heart sank, she poured a balm78
                        
                        That stilled them, and the saddest sky79
                        
                        Made clear and starry with her calm.80
                        And when the world, with harvest ripe,81
                        
                        In all its golden fulness lay,82
                        
                        And God, it seemed, saw fit to wipe,83
                        
                        Even on earth, our tears away,84
                        
                        The good, true heart that bravely won,85
                        
                        Must smile up in our face, and fall :86
                        
                        And all our happy days are done,87
                        
                        And this the end !  And is this all ?88
                        The bloom of bliss, the secret glow,89
                        
                        That clothed without, and inly curled,—90
                        
                        All gone. We are left shivering now,91
                        
                        Naked to the wide open world.92
                        
                        A shrivelled, withered world it is,93
                        
                        And sad, and miserably cold :94
                        
                        Where be its vaunted braveries ?95
                        
                        ’Tis grey, at miserably old.96
                        
Our joy was all a drunken dream :97
                        
                        This is the truth at waking. We98
                        
                        Ave swept out rootless by the stream99
                        
                        And current of calamity,100
                        
                        Out on some lone, and shoreless sea101
                        
                        Of solitude, so vast and deep,102
                        
                        As in a wrong Eternity,103
                        
                        Where God is not, or gone to sleep.104
                        My friend, I see you with your cup105
                        
                        Of tears and trembling, see you sit,106
                        
                        And long to help you drink it up,107
                        
                        With useless longings infinite—108
                        
                        Sit, rocking the old mournful thought,109
                        
                        That on the heart’s blood will be nurs’d,110
                        
                        Unless the blessed tears be brought,111
                        
                        Unless the cloudy sorrows burst.112
                        The little ones are gone to rest,113
                        
                        And for a while they will not miss114
                        
                        The mother-wings above the nest,115
                        
                        But down a dream they feel her kiss ;116
                        
                        And in their sleep will sometimes start,117
                        
                        And toss wild arms for her caress,118
                        
                        With moanings that must thrill a heart119
                        
                        In heaven with divine distress.120
                        And Sorrow on your threshold stands,121
                        
                        The Dark Ladye in glooming pall ;122
                        
                        I see her take you by the hands,123
                        
                        I feel her shadow over all.124
                        
                        Hers is no warm and tender clasp :125
                        
                        With silence solemn as the night’s,126
                        
                        And veiled face, and mighty grasp,127
                        
                        She leads her chosen up the heights.128
                        The cloudy crags are cold and grey,129
                        
                        You cannot scale them without scars—130
                        
                        A many martyrs, by the way,131
                        
                        Who never reach’d her tower of stars !132
                        
                        But there her beauty shall be seen,133
                        
                        Her glittering face so proudly pure,134
                        
                        And all her majesty of mien,135
                        
                        And all her guerdon shall be sure.136
                        Well. ’Tis not written God will give137
                        
                        To his beloved only rest ;138
                        
                        The hard life of the Cross they live,—139
                        
                        They strive, and suffer, and are blessed.140
                        
                        The feet must bleed to reach their throne
                               ;141
                        
                        The brow will burn before it bear142
                        
                        One of the crowns that may be won143
                        
                        By workers for immortal wear.144
                        Dear friend, life beats, though buried ’neath145
                        
                        Its long black vault of night ;  and see,146
                        
                        There trembles, through this dark of death,147
                        
                        Starlight of immortality.148
                        
                        And yet shall dawn the eternal day,149
                        
                        To kiss the eyes of them that sleep ;150
                        
                        And He shall wipe all tears away151
                        
                        From tired eyes of them that weep.152
                        ’Tis something for the poor bereaven,153
                        
                        In such a weary world of care,154
                        
                        To feel that we have friends in heaven :155
                        
                        Who helped us here, may aid us there.156
                        
                        These yearnings for them set our arc157
                        
                        Of being widening more and more,158
                        
                        In circling sweep, through outer dark,159
                        
                        To day more perfect than before.160
                        So much was left unsaid, the soul161
                        
                        Must live in other worlds to be ;162
                        
                        
                        On earth we cannot grasp the whole,163
                        
                        For that Love has eternity.164
                        
                        Love deep as death, and rich as rest ;165
                        
                        Love that was love with all Love’s might ;166
                        
                        Level to needs the lowliest,167
                        
                        Will not be less love at full-height.168
                        Though earthly forms be far apart,169
                        
                        Spirit to spirit may be nigher ;170
                        
                        The music chord the same at heart,171
                        
                        Though one should range an octave higher.172
                        
                        Eyes watch us that we cannot see ;173
                        
                        Lips warn us which we may not kiss ;174
                        
                        They wait for us, and starrily175
                        
                        Lean towards us from heaven’s lattices.176
                        We cannot see them face to face ;177
                        
                        But Love is nearness, and they love178
                        
                        Us yet, nor change with change of place,179
                        
                        In their more human world above,180
                        
                        Where love, once leal, hath never ceased,181
                        
                        And dear eyes never lose their shine,182
                        
                        And there shall be a marriage feast183
                        
                        Where Christ shall once more make the wine.184