Orion, and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts





MIRIAM, loved one, were thy goings weary?
Journeyed not with thee one to brighten thy way?
Lighted with love-light how could it be dreary?
           Was it not my way?

Why wert thou weary? All the golden glories                                    
Streaming from love’s lamp thy enraptured sight won;
Sweetly we whispered old self-heroed stories,
           Miriam, bright one!

Crimson lipp’d love-flowers sprang about us going,
Clustering closely, rosy shadows weaving;                                     
Straight from our footsteps glowing ways were flowing,
           Vistas far-cleaving.

Silvery lute-notes thrilled athrough the noonlight,
Flutings of bird-throats light as flight of swallow;
Scents rose around us thick as in the moonlight                              
           Leaves fall and follow.

How could I dream that thou wert growing weary?
Never I guessed it till I saw thee fading;
Saw thee slip from me,—and my way fell dreary.
           Cease thine upbraiding!                                                      
Cease thine upbraiding, ah, my widowed spirit!
Trace on thy path by rays from backward sight won.
More than I gave thee the bliss thou dost inherit,
           Miriam, bright one!