Poems (Argent)/Between Two Worlds

by Alice Emily Argent

For works with similar titles, see Between Two Worlds.

BETWEEN TWO WORLDS.

 

"Betwixt two worlds life hovers like a star."

A TENDER touch athwart the sky,
  A soft sweet light,
Drawn by a Spirit Hand that parts
    The day from night.

A dying red, a faint pink hue—
    A purple shroud
Strewn round the setting sun that drops
    'Neath rolling cloud.

And myriad stars creep out and shine
    O'er that still breast
Of vaulted blue, so calm and deep
    In tranquil rest.

A hush, a silence o'er the earth,
    A look divine,
As from the eyes of One who sees
    Farther than mine!

A visionary dream weaves round
    My listening heart,
Oh, night! how wonderful and grand
    To me thou art.

Far off the ripples of the sea
    Break on the sand,
Most musical the echoes steal
    'Cross sky and land.

One bird is warbling loud and clear,
    The nightingale
Sings to the moon in rapturous notes
    Her oft-told tale.

What time the shadows sweep betwixt
    The radiant sky,
She loves to pour her liquid tones
    In one low sigh.

Between two worlds we live and move
    Of joy and woe,
The spirit and the fleshly school
    Whose wavelets flow,

Adown the rugged shores of Time
    Unto the goal
That lies in earthly mists, yet guides
    The struggling soul.

Two worlds! the unseen and the seen,
    Like day and night,
Parted by that same Hand that wields
    The dark and light.

Dear God! who giveth each and all,—
    The stars and sun,—
Help us to say, through storm and cloud,
    "Thy will be done!"