THE SOUL'S RETURN

Let me lie here —

I care not for the distant hills today,

And the blue sphere

Of far infinity that draws away

All to its deep,

Would only sweep

Soothing the farther from me with its sway.

Let me lie here —

Gazing with vacant sadness on this weed.

The cricket near

Will utter all my heart can bear to heed.

Another voice

Would swell the noise

And surge, that ever sound in human need.

Let me lie here:

For now, so long my wasted soul has tossed

On the wide Mere

Of Mystery Hope's wing alone has crossed,

I ask no more

Than to restore

To simple things the wonder they have lost.