Road-Song

I.

At home the waters in the grass
Went singing happy words;
But here, they flicker through my hands
As silent as the birds.

I see a Rose. But once they grew
All thronging, thronging,—wild,
And white, and red, before I came
To be a human child.

II.

While I am resting by the road
So dully here apart,
Far-off my Angel laughs, maybe,
Where God shines round her heart.

O, she is laughing, as I think,
Because they cannot know
The parching wonder of the noon
With all our ways below.

They cannot know. But now and then.
They may let fall a song
Blown like a feather down to me,
Because the road is long.