The Valley Virginian. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1865-1895, 1879-07-24

When began to love. How should tell you
Or from the after-fullness of my heart
Flow back again unto my slender spring
And first OF love, tho every turn and depth
Between is clearer in my life than all
Its present flow. Ye know not what We ask.
How should the broad and open flower tell
What sort of bud it was when. prest together
In its green sheath, close-lapt in silken folds'
1t seem'd to keep its sweetness to itself.
Yet was not the less sweet for that it seem'd?
For young Life knows not when young Life wa
was born,
But takes it all for granted: neither Love,
Warm in the heart, his cradle, can remember
Love in the womb. but resteth satisfied,
Looking on her that brought him to the light
Or as men know not when they fall asleep
Into delicious dreams. our other life,
80 know not whea began to love.
This is my sum Of knowledge-that my love
Grew with myself-say rather, was my growth,
My inward sap. the hold have on earth,
NY nsatward circling air wherewith breath.
Which yet upholds my life, and evermore
Is to me daily life and death:
For how should have lived and not have loved
Can ye take of the sweetness from the flower.
The color and the sweetness from the rose,
And place them by themselves; or set
Their motions and their brightness from the stars
And then point out the flower on the star?
Or build wall betwixt my life and love,
And tell me where am? IT'S even thus:
In that live love; because I love
live; whate'er Is fountain to the one
Is fountain to the other and whene'er
Our God unknits the riddle OF the one,
There is no shade or fold Of mystery
swathing the other.
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Which she took smiling, and with my work thus
Crown'd her clear forehead. Once or twice she
told me
(For remember all things) to let grow
The flowers that run poison in their veins.
She said 1.-THE evil flourish in the world'
Then playfully she gave herself the lie
Nothing IN nature is unbeautiful;
30, brother, pluck, and spare not So wove
Ev'n the dull FLOODED poppy-stem, whose flower,
Hued with the scarlet of fierce sunrise,
Like to the wild youth of an evil prince,
Ia without sweetness but who crowns himself
Above the secret poisons of his heart
In his old age" A graceful thought OF hers
Gray'n on my fancy! And oh, how like nymph,
Unto the hills she trod ont While gazed,
NV coronal slowly Discontinued itself
And fell between us both; tho while gazed
NV sp,rit leapd as with those thrills of bliss
That strike across the soul in prayer and show us
That we are surely heard. Methoueht a light
Burst from the garland had woy'n, and stood
solid glory on her bright black hair;
A Iiobt methonobt broke from her dark dark eyes,
AND snot itsei1 INTO tne Singing %inos;
mystic lgnt nash q even IRON ner willie rooe
AS rom glass IN tne SUM- anu ieii ao'u'
my iootsteps OIL ''e lnoun'ainS'
The path was perilous loosely strewn with crags !:
We mounted slowly; yet to both there came
The joy of life in steepness overcome,
And victories of ascent. and looking down
ON all That had looked down on us and Joy
In breathing nearer heaven; and 10y to me,
High over all the azure.circled earth,
To breathe with her AZ If in heaven ITSELF
And more than low that to her became
Her Guardian and her angel raising her
Still higher. mast all periI. until she saw
Beneath her feet the region far away,
Beyond the nearest mountains bosky brows,
Burst into open prospect-heath and hill,
And hollow lined and wooded to the lips.
And steep-down walls OF battlemented rock
Gilded with broom, or slnatter'd into spires,
And glory of broad waters interfused,
Whence rose as it were breath and steam Of gold,
And over all the great wood rfoting
And climbing streeked or starr'd at intervals
With falling brook or blossom'd husband. last.
Framing the mighty landscape to the west,
A purple range of mountain-cones, between
Whose interspaces gush'd in binding bursts
The INCORPORATE blaze of sun and sea.