Arthur Sherburne Hardy

“ If Wisdom smile, let Wisdom go!
All things above
This is the truest; that we know because we love,
Not love because we know.
VII Let it not grieve thee, Dear, that Love is sad,
Who, changeless, loveth so the things that change,—
The morning in thine eyes, the dusk within thy hair,
Were it not strange
If he were glad
Who cannot keep thy heart from care,
Or shelter from the whip of pain
The bosom where his head hath lain?
Poor sentinel, that may not guard
The door that love itself unbarred! ”

“ IN AN ALBUM Like the south-flying swallow the summer has flown,
Like a fast-falling star, from unknown to unknown
Life flashes and falters and fails from our sight,—
Good-night, friends, good-night.
Like home-coming swallows that seek the old eaves,
Like the buds that wait patient beneath the dead leaves,
Love shall sleep in our hearts till our hands meet again,
Till then, friends, till then! ”

“ No single joy complete in which thou hast no fee,
Though thy share be the star and mine its shadow in the sea;
Thy very pulse my pulse, thy every prayer my prayer.
Thy love my blue o'erreaching sky that bounds me everywhere,—
Yet free, Beloved, free! for this encircling air
I cannot leave behind, doth but love's boundlessness declare. ”