Life up-gathers carks and cares,
So good-by to maid and lover!
Find three gray hairs,
And cry, "All's over!"
Look at Browning! How he keeps
In the seventies still a heart
That never sleeps—
Still an art
Full of youth's own grit and power,
Thoughts we deemed to boys belonging;
The springtime's flower—
Love-and-longing.
TO AN ENGLISH FRIEND
WITH EMERSON'S "POEMS"
Edmund, in this book you'll find
Music from a prophet's mind.
Even when harsh the numbers be,
There's an inward melody;
And when sound is one with sense,
'T is a bird's song, sweet, intense.
Chide me not the book is small,
For in it lies our all in all.
We who in El Dorado live
Have no better gift to give.
When no more is silver mill,
Golden stream, or iron hill—
Search the New World from pole to pole,
Here you'll find its singing soul!
