Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. Of ocean grows as still as death, The breezes swoon for very bliss, The sacrament of true love's kiss Accomplishes: I feel a pain Stab my heart through and sleep again, And I am in thine arms for ever. * * * ° e There came a tutor, who had never Known the response of love to love; He wandered through the woods above The river, and came suddenly Where he lay sleeping. Purity And joy beyond the speech of man Dwelt on his face, divinely wan. “ How beautiful is sleep!” he saith. Bends over him. There is no breath, No sound, no motion: it is death. And gazing on the happy head “ How beautiful is Death!” he said. 145