411. Time Enough I know it is early morning,
And hope is calling aloud, And your heart is afire with Youthâ??s desire
412. The Ogre Slam-the-door There is a certain castle that is beautiful and fair,
And plants, and birds, and pretty things, fill every room and hall,But alas! for the unhappy folks who make their dwelling there,
413. The Pessimist The pessimist locust, last to leaf,
Though all the world is glad, still talks of grief.
414. Dorothy D. I'm sick of 'musn'ts,' said Dorothy D.
Sick of musn'ts, as I can be.From early dawn till the close of day
415. The Summons Some day, when the golden glory
Of June is over the earth, And the birds are singing together
416. Floods In the dark night, from sweet refreshing sleep
417. Three-fold Somewhere I've read a thoughtful mind's reflection:
'All perfect things are three-fold'; and I knowOur love has the rare symbol of perfection;
418. When You Go Away When you go away, my friend,
When you say your last good-bye, Then the summer time will end,
419. Integrity Immortal life is something to be earned,
By slow, self-conquest, comradeship with pain,And patient seeking after higher truths.
420. Queries Well, how has it been with you since we met
That last strange time of a hundred times?When we met to swear that we could forgetâ??
421. Denied The winds came out of the west one day,
And hurried the clouds before them; And drove the shadows and mists away,
422. When Love Is Lost When love is lost, the day sets towards the night,
Albeit the morning sun may still be bright,And not one cloud-ship sails across the sky.
423. Earthly Pride How baseless is the mightiest earthly pride,
The diamond is but charcoal purified, The lordliest pearl that decks a monarchâ??s breast
424. The Black Sheep 'Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?'
'Yes, sir-yes, sir: three bags full.'
425. Be Not Weary Sometimes, when I am toil-worn and aweary,
And tired out with working long and well, And earth is dark, and skies above are dreary,
426. Love's Language How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
427. The Lodge-room Don't bring into the lodge-room
Anger, and spite, and pride.Drop at the gate of the temple
428. The Rainbow Of Promise In the face of the sun are great thunderbolts hurled,
And the storm-clouds have shut out its light;But a Rainbow of Promise now shines on the world,
Ten years ago it seemed impossible
That she should ever grow so calm as this,
With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss
And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well.
Slow-speaking when she has some fact to tell,
Silent with long-unbroken silences,
Centred in self yet not unpleased to please,
Gravely monotonous like a passing bell.
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