The South Seas
Sonnet (Suggested by some of the Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research
A Memory (From a sonnet-sequence)
He Wonders Whether to Praise or to Blame Her
There's Wisdom in Women
The Great Lover
They say there's a high windless world and strange,
Out of the wash of days and temporal tide,
Where Faith and Good, Wisdom and Truth abide,
Aeterna corpora, subject to no change.
There the sure suns of these pale shadows move;
There stand the immortal ensigns of our war;
Our melting flesh fixed Beauty there, a star,
And perishing hearts, imperishable Love. . . .
Dear, we know only that we sigh, kiss, smile;
Each kiss lasts but the kissing; and grief
Love has no habitation but the heart.
Poor straws! on the dark flood we catch awhile,
Cling, and are borne into the night apart.
The laugh dies with the lips, `Love' with the
South Kensington -- Makaweli, 1913.