Three Songs Of The Enigma

How long I have wished for something I know well,

But what that something is I cannot tell.

So often at sunrise in sad tears I

Shivering with longing for its sake;

So often at noontide when the house is

It sickens me with its unbidden ill;

So often at twilight it does not seem far,

Not further than the first and far-off star;

All, all my life is built towards its

Yet by its near far-offness I am broken.

For I am ever under something's spell,

But what that something is I cannot tell.

IA

NG

The hopeless rain, a sigh, a

Falters and drifts again, again over the meadow,

It wanders lost, drifts hither . . . thither,

It blows, it goes, it knows not whither.

A profound grief, an unknown

Wanders always my strange life thoro',

I know not ever what brings it hither,

Nor whence it comes . . . nor goes it whither.

RN

VE

Now that the evenfall is come,

And the sun fills the flaring

And everything is mad, lit, dumb,

And in the pauses of the breezeA far voice seems to call me

To haven beyond woods and leas.

I feel again how sharply

The spell which binds our troubled

With hint of divine frustrated things,—The Soul's deep doubt and desperate

That She at sunset shall find

To bear her beyond

OW and

ST.

So place your head against my head,

And set your lips upon my

That so I may be comforted,—For Ah ! the world so from me slips,

To the World-Sunset I am

Where Soul and Silence come to

And Love stands sore-astonished.