FROM FAR.

Oh, Love, come back, across the weary way Thou didst go yesterday— Dear Love, come back! "I am too far upon my way to turn: Be silent, hearts that yearn Upon my track." Oh, Love! Love! Love! sweet Love! we are undone If thou indeed be gone Where lost things are. "Beyond the extremest sea's waste light and noise, As from Ghostland, thy voice Is borne afar." Oh, Love, what was our sin that we should be Forsaken thus by thee? So hard a lot! "Upon your hearts my hands and lips were set— My lips of fire—and yet Ye knew me not." Nay, surely, Love! We knew thee well, sweet Love! Did we not breathe and move Within thy light? "Ye did reject my thorns who wore my roses: Now darkness closes Upon your sight." Oh, Love! stern Love! be not implacable: We loved thee, Love, so well! Come back to us! "To whom, and where, and by what weary way That I went yesterday, Shall I come thus?" Oh weep, weep, weep! for Love, who tarried long With many a kiss and song, Has taken wing. No more he lightens in our eyes like fire: He heeds not our desire, Or songs we sing. Philip Bourke Marston.