Page:Poems for the Sea.djvu/83

Rh Who beneath the sable pall Hath the poet's lyre let fall? Who that won a nation's trust Sleep in silence and the dust? While with faint and trembling fires Fearfully my heart inquires, Hears it not an answer swell "God hath ordered! all is well!"

Home! my home! though earth and sky Still conceal thee from mine eye, Still though envious leagues remain Ere thy vine-clad porch I gain, Lightest leaf that wooed the gale, Frailest plant with petals pale, That beside thy threshold grew, Ne'er have faded from my view; On my cheek, through cloud and storm, Still thy parting kiss was warm; O'er each dream thine accents free Stole like angel melody; Little footsteps, light as wings, Hands that swept the tuneful strings,