1898 · CLOSE READING
Songs of the Spirit
Songs of the Spirit (1898), PDF p. 88
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At eve to make demur
That I be minister
To Cynthia maidenly :
All night I have watched her sail through a black
and silver sky.
Within my soul there fight
Two full and urgent streams,
Work’s woe and dream’s delight :
Like snow and sun they smite,
Days battle hard with dreams :
On a world of misty beauty the Aurora clearly
beams.
So labour fought with pride,
And love with idleness,
My soul was torn and tried
With the impassioned tide
Of storm and deathly stress—
I had never dreamed a lily should arise amid the
press.
Yet such a flower sprang here
Within this soul of mine,
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