XXVII. WHEN the glad soul is full to overflow, For, by an inborn wisdom, it doth know There is no other eloquence but so; And, when the tongue's weak utterance doth suffice, Prisoned within the body's cell it lies, Remembering in tears its exiled woe : That word which all mankind so long to hear, Which bears the spirit back to whence it came, And will not be enclouded in a name; It is a truth which we can can feel and see, But is as boundless as Eternity. XXVIII. TO THE EVENING-STAR. WHEN We have once said lowly, "Evening-star!" - seeing things glide So samely: then I ope my window wide, And gaze in peace to where thou shin'st afar; The wind that comes across the faint-white snow So freshly, and the river dimly seen, Seem like new things that never had been so Before; and thou art bright as thou hast been XXIX. READING. 1 As one who on some well-known landscape looks, New harmonies of hills, and trees, and brooks, So is it with the worthiest choice of books, Or turned unwittingly down beaten tracks In our own want, the writer's misdeemed lacks : It is with true books as with Nature, each New day of living doth new insight teach. ΤΟ XXX. AFTER A SNOW-STORM. BLUE as thine eyes the river gently flows Snow-white as that pure love might choose to wear, O for one moment's look into thine eyes, To share the joy such scene would kindle there! SONNETS ON NAMES. I. EDITH. A LILY with its frail cup filled with dew, Yet hath in it a fortitude to bear For Love's sake, and a gentle faith which grew Felt in thyself, hath taught thee to uphold |