THE RECALL
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Return, they cry, ere yet your day Set, and the sky grow stern: Return, strayed souls, while yet ye may Return. But heavens beyond us yearn; Yea, heights of heaven above the sway Of stars that eyes discern. The soul whose wings from shoreward stray Makes toward her viewless bourne Though trustless faith and unfaith say, Return.
BY TWILIGHT
If we dream that desire of the distance above us Should be fettered by fear of the shadows that seem, If we wake, to be nought, but to hate or to love us If we dream, Night sinks on the soul, and the stars as they gleam Speak menace or mourning, with tongues to reprove us That we deemed of them better than terror may deem. But if hope may not lure us, if fear may not move us, Thought lightens the darkness wherein the supreme Pure presence of death shall assure us, and prove us If we dream.