III

  The sea speaks to me of you
    All the day long;
  Still as I sit by its side
    You are its song.

  The sea sings to me of you
    Loud on the reef;
  Always it moans as it sings,
    Voicing my grief.

IV

  My dear love died last night;
    Shall I clothe her in white? 
  My passionate love is dead,
    Shall I robe her in red? 
  But nay, she was all untrue,
    She shall not go drest in blue;
  Still my desolate love was brave,
    Unrobed let her go to her grave.

V

  There are brilliant heights of sorrow
    That only the few may know;
  And the lesser woes of the world, like waves,
    Break noiselessly, far below. 
  I hold for my own possessing,
    A mount that is lone and still—­
  The great high place of a hopeless grief,
    And I call it my “Heart-break Hill.” 
  And once on a winter’s midnight
    I found its highest crown,
  And there in the gloom, my soul and I,
    Weeping, we sat us down.

  But now when I seek that summit
    We are two ghosts that go;
  Only two shades of a thing that died,
    Once in the long ago. 
  So I sit me down in the silence,
    And say to my soul, “Be still,”
  So the world may not know we died that night,
    From weeping on “Heart-break Hill.”

LYRICS OF SUNSHINE AND SHADOW

A BOY’S SUMMER SONG

      ’Tis fine to play
      In the fragrant hay,
  And romp on the golden load;
      To ride old Jack
      To the barn and back,
  Or tramp by a shady road. 
      To pause and drink,
      At a mossy brink;
  Ah, that is the best of joy,
      And so I say
      On a summer’s day,
  What’s so fine as being a boy? 
          Ha, Ha!

      With line and hook
      By a babbling brook,
  The fisherman’s sport we ply;
      And list the song
      Of the feathered throng
  That flit in the branches nigh. 
      At last we strip
      For a quiet dip;
  Ah, that is the best of joy. 
      For this I say
      On a summer’s day,
  What’s so fine as being a boy? 
          Ha, Ha!

THE SAND-MAN

      I know a man
      With face of tan,
  But who is ever kind;
      Whom girls and boys
      Leaves games and toys
  Each eventide to find.

      When day grows dim,
      They watch for him,
  He comes to place his claim;
      He wears the crown
      Of Dreaming-town;
  The sand-man is his name.

      When sparkling eyes
      Troop sleepywise
  And busy lips grow dumb;
      When little heads
      Nod toward the beds,
  We know the sand-man’s come.