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THREE DAYS - ZaunköniG - 27.01.2019 THREE DAYS. WHAT shall I bring to lay upon thy bier O Yesterday ! thou day forever dead ? With what strange garlands shall I crown thy head, Thou silent One ? For rose and rue are near Which thou thyself didst bring me ; heart's-ease clear And dark in purple opulence that shed Rare odors round worm- wood, and herbs that fed My soul with bitterness they all are here ! When to the banquet I was called by thee Thou gavest me rags and royal robes to wear; Honey and aloes mingled in the cup Of costly wine that thou didst pour for me ; Thy throne, thy footstool, thou didst bid me share ; On crusts and heavenly manna bade me sup ! . RE: THREE DAYS - ZaunköniG - 27.01.2019 II. THOU art no dreamer, O, thou stern To-day ! The dead past had its dreams ; the real is thine. An armored knight, in panoply divine, It is not thine to loiter by the way, Though all the meads with summer flowers be gay, Though birds sing for thee, and though fair stars shine, And every god pours for thee life's best wine ! Nor friend nor foe hath strength to bid thee stay. Gleaming beneath thy brows with smoldering fire Thine eyes look out upon the eternal hills As forth thou ridest with thy spear in rest. From the far heights a voice cries, " Come up higher ! " And in swift answer all thy being thrills, When lo ! 'tis night thy sun is in the west! . RE: THREE DAYS - ZaunköniG - 27.01.2019 III. BUT thou, To-morrow ! never yet was born In earth's dull atmosphere a thing so fair Never yet tripped, with footsteps light as air, So glad a vision o'er the hills of morn ! Fresh as the radiant dawning, all unworn By lightest touch of sorrow, or of care, Thou dost the glory of the morning share By snowy wings of hope and faith upborne ! O, fair To-morrow! what our souls have missed Art thou not keeping for us, somewhere, still ? The buds of promise that have never blown The tender lips that we have never kissed The song whose high, sweet strain eludes our skill The one white pearl that life hath never known ! . |