Poems (Craik)/Between Two Worlds
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BETWEEN TWO WORLDS.
Parting for Australia.
ERE sitting by the fire I aspire, love, I aspire—Not to that "other world" of your fond dreams, But one as nigh and nigher, Compared to which your real, unreal seems. Together as to-night In our light, love, in our light Of reunited joy appears no shade: From this our hope's reached height All things are possible and level made.
Therefore we sit and view— I and you, love, I and you—That wondrous valley o'er southern seas, Where in a country new You will make for me a sweet nest of ease;
Where I, your poor tired bird, (Nothing stirred? Love, nothing stirred?) May fold her wings and be no more distrest: Where troubles may be heard Like outside winds at night which deepen rest.
Where in green pastures wide We 'll abide, love, we 'll abide, And keep content our patriarchal flocks, Till at our aged side Leap our young brown-faced shepherds of the rocks.
Ah, tale that 's easy told! (Hold my hand, love, tighter hold.) What if this face of mine, which you think fair— If it should ne'er grow old, Nor matron cap cover this maiden hair?
What if this silver ring (Loose it clings, love, yet does cling:) Should ne'er be changed for any other? nay, This very hand I fling About your neck should—Hush! to-day's to- day:
To-morrow is—ah, whose? You 'll not lose, love, you 'll not lose This hand I pledged, if never a wife's hand For tender household use Led by yours fearless into a far, far land.
Kiss me and do not grieve; I believe, love, I believe That He who holds the measure of our days, And did thus strangely weave Our opposite lives together, to His praise—
He never will divide Us so wide, love, us so wide: But will, whatever befalls us, clearly show That those in Him allied In life or death are nearer than they know.