Love Letters of a Violinist and Other Poems Part 13

[Ill.u.s.tration: Letter XI FAITH]

LETTER XI.

FAITH.

I.

Now will I sing to G.o.d a song of praise, And thank the morning for the light it brings, Aye! and the earth for every flower that springs, And every tree that, in the jocund days, Thrills to the blast. My voice I will upraise To thank the world for every bird that sings.

II.

I will unpack my mind of all its fears, I will advance to where the matin fires Absorb the hills. My hopes and my desires Will lead me safe; and day will have no tears And night no torture, as in former years, To warp my nature when my soul aspires.

III.

I will endure. I will not strive to peep Behind the barriers of the days to come, Nor, adding up the figures of a sum, Dispose of prayers as men dispose of sleep.

I cannot count the stars, or walk the deep; But I can pray, and Faith shall not be dumb.

IV.

I take myself and thee as mine estate-- Thee and myself. The world is centred there.

If thou be well I know the skies are fair; If not, they press me down with leaden weight, And all is dark; and morning comes too late; And all the birds are tuneless in the air.

V.

I need but thee: thee only. Thou alone Art all my joy: a something to the sight As grand as Silence, and as snowy white.

And do thou pardon if I make it known, As oft I do, with mine Amati's tone, Amid the stillness of the starry night.

VI.

Oh, give me pity of thy heart and mind, Mine own sweet Lady, if I vex thee now.

If the repeating of my constant vow Be undesired, have pity! I were blind, And deaf and dumb, and mad, were I inclined To curb my feelings when to thee I bow.

VII.

Forgive the challenge of my longing lips If these offend thee; and forgive me, too, If I perceive, within thine eyes of blue, More than I utter--more than, in eclipse, A man may note atween the argent tips Of frighted Dian whom the Fates pursue.

VIII.

It is the thing I dream of; 'tis the thing We know as rapture, when, with sudden thrill, It snares the heart and subjugates the will; I mean the pride, the power, by which we cling To natures n.o.bler than the ones we bring, To keep entire the fire we cannot chill.

IX.

Coyest of nymphs, my Lady! whom I seek As sailors seek salvation out at sea, And poets fame, and soldiers victory, Behold! I note the blush upon thy cheek, The flag of truce that tells me thou art meek And soon wilt yield thy fortress up to me.

X.

It is thy soul; it is thy soul in arms Which thus I conquer. All thy furtive sighs, And all the glances of thy wistful eyes, Proclaim the swift surrender of thy charms.

I kiss thy hand; and tremors and alarms Discard, in parting, all their late disguise.

XI.

They were not foes. They knew me, one and all; They knew I lov'd thee, and they lured me on To try my fortune, and to wait thereon For just reward. The scaling of the wall Was not the meed; there came the festival, And now there comes the crown that I must don.

XII.

O my Beloved! I am king of thee, And thou my queen; and I will wear the crown A little moment, for thy love's renown.

Yea, for a moment, it shall circle me, And then be thine, so thou, upon thy knee, Do seek the same, with all thy tresses down.

XIII.

For woman still is mistress of the man, Though man be master. 'Tis the woman's right To choose her king, and crown him in her sight, And make him feel the pressure of the span Of her soft arms, as only woman can; For, with her weakness, she excels his might.

XIV.

It is her joy indeed to be so frail That he must s.h.i.+eld her; he of all the world Whom most she loves; and then, if he be hurl'd To depths of sorrow, she will more avail Than half a senate. Troubles may a.s.sail, But she will guide him by her lips impearl'd.

XV.

A woman clung to Caesar; he was great, And great the power he gain'd by sea and land.

But when he wrong'd her, when he spurn'd the hand Which once he knelt to, when he scoff'd at Fate, Glory dispers'd, and left him desolate; For G.o.d remember'd all that first was plann'd.

XVI.

The cannon's roar, the wisdom of the sage, The strength of armies, and the thrall of kings-- All these are weak compared to weaker things.

Napoleon fell because, in puny rage, He wrong'd his house; and earth became a cage For this poor eagle with his batter'd wings.

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