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140 Pearl Rivers
I knew that it was not dead,
But I said: ?It soon will die,
Buried under the winter snow.
Under the winter sky.??
I kissed it tenderly,
Just once, for the long ago;
Then shrouded it with your cold, cold wo Colder than all the snow!
Deep, deep, deep,
Quickly, so none should know,
I buried my warm love stealthily Under the winter snow.
Then with my murderous hands I raised up the heavy stone
Of Silence over my buried love,
Lest the world should hear it moan.
The Prince of Splendor
Ho, Poet with the harp of Praise,
And fingers light and slender,
Lo! with a host of shining days
There comes the Prince of Splendor.
God?s chosen month of all the twelve, The wise, the good, the sober?
Who ne?er was born to dig and delve, The Joseph-like October!
Down in the quiet vales I hear This glorious new-comer,
Interpreting unto the Year
The dreams of Spring and Summer.
The Prince of Splendor
And in the busy fields I see His golden chariot gliding,
And hear the sheaves cry, ?Bow the knee!? Where?er the Prince comes riding.
And now upon the hills he stands,
In colors warm and glowing;
Through all the lands, with willing hands, His gathered grain bestowing.
A kinder Hand than Jacob s threw That gorgeous robe around him!
A greater King than Egypt knew'
With all this glory crowned him!
Ho, Artist! to the woods away,
To meet this Prince of Splendor,
And paint his features while you may,
In colors rich and tender.