George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
DenialAnna Callender Brackett (18361911)
T
Lie in two close-shut hands;
The hands rest even on the outstretched knees
Like those stone forms the ’wildered traveller sees
In dreamy Eastern lands.
The other forward glides;
The silent gesture says: “This is for thee,
Take now and wait not ever, listlessly,
For changing times and tides.”
The record readeth fair.
I take and use, and come again to crave,
With weary hands and feet, but spirit brave—
The same thing lieth there.
The same hand gives the gift;
And must I, till the evening shadows grow,
Still kneel before an everlasting No,
To see the other lift?
Oh, give the other now!
Thou knowest, Thou, the spirit’s bitter need,
The day grows sultry as I come to plead
With dust on hand and brow.
His eyes are kindest still.
And seeing all, He surely knoweth best;
Oh, if no other, know the perfect rest
Of yielding to His will.
For no expectant eyes
Of something other, full of wild desire
Can watch the burning of the altar fire
Of daily sacrifice.