George Frederick Cameron Poems

WHAT reck we of the creeds of men?–
We see them–we shall see again.
What reck we of the tempest's shock?
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Ah, love is deathless! we do cheat
Ourselves who say that we forget
Old fancies: last love may be sweet,
First love is sweeter yet.
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I AM young, and men
Who long ago have passed their prime
Would fain have what I have again,–
Youth, and it may be–time.
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STANDING on tiptoe ever since my youth
Striving to grasp the future just above,
I hold at length the only future–Truth,
And Truth is Love.
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WE sneer and we laugh with the lip–the most of us do it,
Whenever a brother goes down like a weed with the tide;
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'CAN it be good to die?' you question, friend;
'Can it be good to die, and move along
Still circling round and round, unknowing end,
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Wisdom immortal from immortal Jove
Shadows more beauty with her virgin brows
Than is between the virgin breasts of Love
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WEST wind, come from the west land
Fair and far!
Come from the fields of the best land
Upon our star!
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O crimson-hearted, flower-producing June-
Dear month of love, and laughter, and light song!
Wherein our mother brings her choral throng
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AND now I go with the departing sun:
My day is dead and all my work is done.
No more for me the pleasant moon shall rise
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