Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: LAST ECHOES YOUR hands no longer touch the keys, Your voice no longer fills the air, The room's the same, the flowers, the trees, Another sings the music there. Within the words you used to sing, Within the notes you used to play, A power is silent and they ring No more as once they did, to-day. And in the heart that beat so fast, That each one thing in you did prize, Is silence too ; and saddest, last, The tears are dry within the eyes. A THOUGHT The plumage of a bird, so white— One wave upon a moon-lit sea— Round as a pearl is to the sight— Fair as a sudden melody ; Dear is the thought: a breath, a glow, It moves amid the air of things— And ever closer, subtler, grow The mysteries of its communings. I KNOW the wealth that decks the shrine, Each stately pier, each fine-cut gem ; And in the sky the diadem Of marble pinnacles a-shine : My eyes are rich in thought of them— Yet that which moves me through and through And that which holds my life in grip, Is neither mind nor heart nor lip ; But you, but you and you. ALL lives by death. So beats each heart; The flowers that break the buds apart Reveal the year's recurrence : all Sweet songs in measure rise and fall. While far in space each golden sun Grows warm or cold, for rest is none. It is the deep relentless stream Which holds us, if we will or nay, Greater than we. An hour, a day, A year, what matters ? All is dream. There waits the greater boundless sea Before us—hollow vale and crest— Foam to the stars—and on its breast We can alone contented be. Long years ago The great bronze bell Learnt the full voice Of that deep soul. We listen to its distant toll, And wonder, is there any choice To bid love come and hatred go ? It seems to tell Of places ...