Page:The college beautiful, and other poems.djvu/73

Rh High are the heavens and steep to us who would enter in By the fasts that our faint hearts keep and the thorn-set crowns we win. Sweetly the child awaketh, brightly the day-dawn breaketh On the eyes that fell asleep or ever they looked on sin.

RAY shadows roughen all the sea, The birds are met on rock and tree, But no debate of love or hate Doth sway this busy company. Ah, what impatient pulses beat In those poised wings, what sudden heat To quit the isle whose April smile The blithe nest-builders found so sweet! The silent, dark, unswerving line, Obedient to the impulse fine, Begins its flight at shut of night Across the leagues of bitter brine. Before tnem lie the gardens fair With balm and bloom and purple air.