A SUMMER'S POEMS

BY

F. J. LYS

LONDON
SEELEY AND CO. LIMITED
ESSEX STREET, STRAND
1893


These poems were written,—except No. III.,which was partly written two or three weeksearlier,—during a stay of six weeks, in Augustand September, at Hallstatt, among the mountainsof Upper Austria.

They are published at once, not because Iam unaware of their defects, but in the hopethat, in spite of these, they may give some smallpleasure to a few friends and other readers.

F. J. L.

Oxford,
September 28th, 1893.


A SUMMER'S POEMS.

I. TO THE MUSE.
II. TO A FLOWER.
III. LIFE'S VOYAGE.
IV. ON RE-READING 'RUTH.'
V. Ἒπους σμικροû χἁριν.
VI. ON A ROCK IN THE WALDBACH TORRENT.
VII. BY THE WALDBACH.
VIII. IBIDEM.
IX. AUTUMN.
X. 'JUSTITIA EXCEDENS TERRIS.'
XI. THE WAYS OF LIFE.
XII. TO R. H. K. AND J. M. K.


I.
TO THE MUSE.

Thy whispers float upon the liquid air,
The sunbeams quiver by thy breath made quick,
The myriad forest-branches thronging thick
Thrill with delight thy mystic touch to bear,
Like an enchanted harp to fingers fair
Yielding a music that can soothe the sick,
Or heal a heart that cruel pain doth prick;
Waters and winds thy living spirit share;
Thy wrath is in the thunder, and thy tears
Weep for man's dulness in melodious rain.
Mistress, forgive me if on deafened ears,
Full of life's clamour and its harsh refrain,
Thy words have fallen all these barren years,
And take me for thy minister again.

II.
TO A FLOWER.

Happy blossom that shinest,
Lit by the smiles of the sun,
Lavishing of thy finest
Fragrance on every one;
Happy that ne'er repinest
For the day when the dusk is begun,
But humbly thy head inclinest,
Content that thy work is done.

Sorrowing hearts thou cheerest,
Bidding them live like thee,
Who calmly the wild storm hearest
Gathering threateningly,
And never the dark night fearest,
And trustest that, though they be
Withered and dead, thy dearest
Another summer shall see....

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