Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Louise ImogenGuiney

1425 Sanctuary

HIGH above hate I dwell:

O storms! farewell.

Though at my sill your daggered thunders play,

Lawless and loud to-morrow as to-day,

To me they sound more small

Than a young fay’s footfall:

Soft and far-sunken, forty fathoms low

In Long Ago,

And winnowed into silence on that wind

Which takes wars like a dust, and leaves but love behind.

Higher Felicity

Doth climb to me,

And bank me in with turf and marjoram

Such as bees lip, or the new-weanëd lamb;

With golden barberry-wreath,

And bluets thick beneath;

One grosbeak, too, mid apple-buds a guest

With bud-red breast,

Is singing, singing! All the hells that rage

Float less than April fog below our hermitage.