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THE PRINCESS 39
ALONE AND REPENTANT
(TO A FRIEND SINCE DECEASED)
A rrinp I possess, whose whispers just said,
“«God’s peace!” to my night-watching mind.
When daylight is gone and darkness brings dread,
He ever the way can find.
He utters no word to smite and to score;
He, too, has known sin and its grief.
He heals with his look the place that is sore,
And stays till I have relief.
He takes for his own the deed that is such
That sorrows of heart increase.
He cleanses the wound with so gentle a touch,
The pain must give way to peace.
He followed each hope the heights that would scale,
Reproached not a hapless descent.
He stands here just now, so mild, but so pale; —
In time he shall know what it meant.
THE PRINCESS
Tue princess looked down from her bower high,
The youth blew his horn as he lingered thereby.
“«Be quiet, O youth, will forever you blow?
It hinders my thoughts, that would far away go,
Now, when sets the sun.”
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