MUSIC ON WATER

Where does Remembrance weep when we forget?

From whither brings she back an old delight?

Why do we weep that once we laughed? and yet

Why are we sad that once our hearts were light?

I sometimes think the days that we made bright

Are damned within us, and we hear them yell,

Deep in the solitude of that wide hell,

Because we welcome in some new regret.

I will remember with sad heart next year

This music and this water, but to-day

Let me be part of all this joy. My ear

Caught far-off music which I bid away,

The light of one fair face that fain would stay

Upon the heart's broad canvas, as the Face

On Mary's towel, lighting up the place.

Too sad for joy, too happy for a tear.

Methinks I see the music like a light

Low on the bobbing water, and the fields

Yellow and brown alternate on the height,

Hanging in silence there like battered shields,

Lean forward heavy with their coloured yields

As if they paid it homage; and the strains,

Prisoners of Echo, up the sunburnt plains

Fade on the cross-cut to a future night.

In the red West the twisted moon is low,

And on the bubbles there are half-lit stars:

Music and twilight and the deep blue flow

Of water: and the watching fire of Mars:

The deep fish slipping thro' the moonlit bars

Make Death a thing of sweet dreams, life a mock.

And the soul patient by the heart's loud clock

Watches the time, and thinks it wondrous slow.

TO M. McG.

(WHO CAME ONE DAY WHEN WE WERE ALL

GLOOMY AND CHEERED US WITH SAD MUSIC)

We were all sad and could not weep,

Because our sorrow had not tears:

You came a silent thing like Sleep,

And stole away our fears.

Old memories knocking at each heart

Troubled us with the world's great lie:

You sat a little way apart

And made a fiddle cry,

And April with her sunny showers

Came laughing up the fields again:

White wings went flashing thro' the hours

So lately full of pain.

And rivers full of little lights

Came down the fields of waving green:

Our immemorial delights

Stole in on us unseen.

For this may Good Luck let you loose

Upon her treasures many years,

And Peace unfurl her flag of truce

To any threat'ning fears.

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