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1. WATER.
Sweet and enticing
As women's souls,
Lace-foamed. O billow,
Thy surging rolls.
Bluster and dart,
Tangle my heart
In swiftness and lure of thy singing.
Fierce in the mountains,
Soft as a sigh,
Drab shores of the city
Thou ripplest by.
Bear thou away
The mire and the clay,
With burden and plague of their clinging.
I kneel and thou givest
Baptism's dower;
Grief now I master,
Strong with thy power.
Yonder I fare
To solitude's lair,
To the land of my phantasy's bringing.
“Anguish and Hope” (1913).
2. SPAKE MY HEART . . .
Spake my heart unto my will:
Why rackest thou me, that I ne'er am still?
Why snappest my growth? And my leafage wrest?
Why marrest the song in each topmost nest?
