The Complete Poems of Christ We'll comfort pinched robin with crumbs, litte mai Till he sings us the very best song that he can, In an Artist’s Studio. One face looks out from all his canvasses, ‘One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; ‘We found her hidden just behind those screens, That mirror gave back all her loveliness A queen in opal or in ruby dress, A nameless girl in freshest summer green: AA saint, an angel;—every canvass means. ‘The same one meaning, neither more nor less. He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him Fair as the moon and joyful as the light: Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dream, Introspective. 1 wish it were over the terrible pain, Pang after pang again and again; First the shattering ruining blow, ‘Then the probing steady and slow, Did I wince? I did not faint My soul broke but was not bent; Up I stand like a blasted tree By the shore of the shivering sea. On my boughs neither leaf nor fruit, No sap in my uttermost root, Brooding in an anguish dumb (On the short past and the long to come. Dumb I was when the ruin fell, Dumb I remain and will never tell: ied Poems y soul I talk with thee iLnot another the sight must see. Tid not start when the torture stung, lit not faint when the torture wrung; it come tenfold if come it must FL will not groan when I bite the dust 1¢ heart knoweth its own bitterness.” hen all the over-work of life EIsfinished once, and fast asleep Ye swerve no more beneath the knife rgetful of the highways rough, rgetful of the thorny scourge, "Forgetful ofthe tossing surge, Then shall we find itis enough: can we say ‘enough’ on earth; inough’ with such a craving heart ye not found it since my birth still have bartered part for part, Thaye not held and hugged the. whole, paid the old to gain the new; Much have I paid, yet much is due, [1 am beggared sense and soul to labour, used to strive ;pleasure with a restless will if I save my soul alive Ise what matters, good or ill? ged to dream alone, to plan spoken hopes and days to come:— all my past this is the sum: not lean on child of man. ve, to give, not to receive, Hong to pour myself, my soul, sto keep back or count or leave