And saw, within the moonlight in his room, And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. TOO LATE. LEIGH HUNT. "LATE, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! Late, late, so late! but we can enter still. "No light had we: for that we do repent; No light so late! and dark and chill the night! O let us in, that we may find the light! Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. Have we not heard the bridegroom is so sweet? O let us in, tho' late, to kiss his feet! No, no, too late! ye cannot enter now." ALFRED TENNYSON. A SECRET. 'TIS not in seeking, 'Tis not in endless striving, Be still and listen; Be still and drink the quiet Of all around. Not for thy crying, Not for thy loud beseeching, Rest with palms folded; Rest with thine eyelids fallen— Lo! peace is here. EDWARD ROWLAND SILL. THE RAVEN. ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of for gotten lore, While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there. came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber-door. "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber-door Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me,-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, ""Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber-door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at ber-door; This it is and nothing more." my cham |