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MESSAGES, FR. THE LAST VOYAGE by ALFRED NOYES

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First Line: MESSAGES, - FROM THE DEAD?
Last Line: WAS THY LOST ANGEL'S, TOO.

Messages, -- from the dead?
Thou hast not heard them? No;
Nor shalt thou ever hear
What whisperings come and go.
But, when thou hast bowed thy head
In the quietude of despair,
When thou hast ceased to listen,
A meaning shall draw near
And startle thee like a light,
From valleys of surprise,
Opening out of sight
Behind thee; for 'tis written
They must not meet thine eyes.
Between effect and cause
They dare not intervene.
From the unseen to the seen
Their roads are Nature's laws;
But, through them, they can breathe

What none could speak aloud;
And quietly inter-wreathe
Through sea-wave and white cloud
Strange gleams of loveliness
Whose deep unearthly drift
Thou couldst not even guess;
Light that no eyes can see;
Music no ear hath heard;
Till they strike home to thee
Through star and sunset rift
Or the cry of a wandering bird;
And where the rainbow shone
Across unshadowing skies,
Clear as through tear-lashed eyes
Thy love smiles, and is gone.

Rememberest thou that hour,
Under the naked boughs,
When, desolate and alone,
Returning to thy house,
Thou stoodst amazed to find
Dropt on the lintel-stone
Which thou hadst left so bare,
A radiant dew-drenched flower --
And thou couldst never know
Whose hand had dropt it there,
Fragrant and white as snow,
To save thy soul from hell?
Yet, in thy deepest mind,
Thou didst know, and know well.

Not thine to understand
How the two worlds accord, --
The will of Love, our Lord,
With this dark wheel of Time.
Yet thou didst hear them chime
Like one deep Sanctus bell
For the pure host revealed
In the exquisite miracle
Of that white chance-dropt flower;
A flower from a known field,
And dropt by a mortal hand;
But, breathing its wild dew,
O, simply as tears flow,
Thou didst most surely know
The hand from which it fell
Was thy lost angel's, too.



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