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Dinah Maria Mulock - Looking East
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LITTLE white clouds, why are you flying 
Over the sky so blue and cold? 
Fair faint hopes, why are you lying 
Over my heart like a white cloud`s fold? 

Slender green leaves, why are you peeping 
Out of the ground where the snow yet lies? 
Toying west wind, why are you creeping 
Like a child`s breath across my eyes? 

Hope and terror by turns consuming, 
Lover and friend put far from me,-- 
What should I do with the bright spring, coming 
Like an angel over the sea? 

Over the cruel sea that parted 
Me from mine own, and rolls between;-- 
Out of the woful east, whence darted 
Heaven`s full quiver of vengeance keen. 

Day teaches day, night whispers morning-- 
"Hundreds are weeping their dead, while thou 
Weeping thy living--Rise, be adorning 
Thy brows, unwidowed, with smiles."--But how? 

O, had he married me!--unto anguish, 
Hardship, sickness, peril, and pain; 
That on my breast his head might languish 
In lonely jungle or scorching plain; 

O, had we stood on some rampart gory, 
Till he--ere Horror behind us trod-- 
Kissed me, and killed me--so, with his glory 
My soul went happy and pure to God! 

Nay, nay, Heaven pardon me! me, sick-hearted, 
Living this long, long life-in-death: 
Many there are far wider parted 
Who under one roof-tree breathe one breath. 

But we that loved--whom one word half broken 
Had drawn together close soul to soul 
As lip to lip--and it was not spoken, 
Nor may be while the world`s ages roll. 

I sit me down with my tears all frozen: 
I drink my cup, be it gall or wine: 
For I know, if he lives, I am his chosen-- 
I know, if he dies, that he is mine. 

If love in its silence be greater, stronger 
Than million promises, sighs, or tears-- 
I will wait upon Him a little longer 
Who holdeth the balance of our years. 

Little white clouds, like angels flying, 
Bring the spring with you across the sea-- 
Loving or losing, living or dying, 
Lord, remember, remember me!
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