Poems of Experience | Page 2

Regions
Where souls of artists are
fitted for birth
Gathered together their lovely legions
And fashioned
a woman to shine on earth.
They bathed her in splendour,
They made her tender,
They gave her
a nature both sweet and wild;
They gave her emotions like
storm-stirred oceans,
And they gave her the heart of a little child.
These Radiant Rulers (who are not human
Nor yet divine like the
gods above)
Poured all their gifts in the soul of woman,
That fragile
vessel meant only for love.
Still more they taught her,
Still more they brought her,
Till they
gave her the world for a harp one day:
And they bade her string it,
They bade her ring it,
While the stars
all wondered to hear her play.
She touched the strings in a master fashion,
She uttered the cry of a
world's despair:
Its long hid secret, its pent-up passion,
She gave to

the winds in a vibrant air.
For oh! the heart of her,
That was the art of her.
Great with the
feeling that makes men kin.
Art unapproachable,
Art all uncoachable,
Fragrance and flame from
the spirit within.
The earth turns ever an ear unheeding
To the sorrows of art, as it cries
'encore.'
And she played on the harp till her hands were bleeding,

And her brow was bruised by the laurels she wore.
She knew the trend of it,
She knew the end of it -
Men heard the
music and men felt the thrill.
Bound to the altar
Of art, could she falter?
Then came a silence--the
music was still.
And yet in the echoes we seem to hear it;
In waves unbroken it circles
the earth:
And we catch in the light of her dauntless spirit
A gleam
from the centre that gave her birth.
Still is the fame of her
Felt in the name of her -
But low lies the
harp that once thrilled to her strain;
No hand has taken it,
No hand can waken it -
For the soul of her art
was her secret of pain.
TWO GHOSTS
Two dead men boarded a spectral ship
In the astral Port of Space;
On that ghost-filled barque, they met in
the dark,
And halted, face to face.

'Now whither away'--called one of the ghosts,
'This ship sets sail for Earth.
On the astral plane you must remain,
Where the newly dead have birth.'
'But I could not stay and I would not stay,'
The other ghost replied;
'I must hurry back to the old Earth track
And stand at my loved one's side.
'She weeps for me in her lonely room,
In the land from whence I came;
Oh! stow me away in this ship, I
pray,
For I hear her call my name.'
'You must not go, and you shall not go,'
The first ghost cried in wrath.
'Your work is planned, in the astral
land,
And a guide will show you the path.'
'But the one I love'--'I loved her too,'
The first ghost stood and cried;
'And year on year I waited here,
Yea, waited till you died.
'For I would not come between you two,
Nor shadow her joy with fear,
But mine is the right, I claim this night
To visit the earthly sphere.
'For you are dead, and I am dead,

And you had her long--so long.
And to look on the grace of her
worshipped face,
Ah! now it can do no wrong.
'I am fettered to Earth by love of her,
And hers is the spell divine,
That can help me rise, to the realm that
lies
Just over the astral line.
'I have kept to the laws of God and man,
I have suffered and made no moan;
Now my little share of joy, I
swear
I will have--and have it alone.'
A skeleton crew the anchor drew,
And the ship from the port swung free;
With a muffled clang the
ghost bell rang,
And the boat sailed out to sea.
And one ghost stood on the deck and laughed,
As only a glad ghost can;
While a swooning soul was dragged to his
goal,
To work out the astral span.
And a woman wept, and prayed ere she slept,
For a dream to ease her pain;
But she dreamed instead of a man long
dead,

Who had loved her all in vain.
WOMAN
Strange are the ways that her feet have trod
Since first she was set in the path of duty,
Finished and fair by the
hand of God,
To carry her message of love and beauty.
Delicate creature of light
and shade,
She gleamed like an opal, on wide worlds under:
And earth looked up
to her half afraid,
While heaven looked down at her, full of wonder.
Flame of the comet and mist of the moon,
And ray of the sun all mingled in her.
And the heart of her asked but
a single boon -
That love should seek her, and find her, and win her.
She grasped the
scope of the First Intent
That made her kingdom FOR HER, no other,
And