Ballads and Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

ILICET


 

FRIENDS, let him rest
In midnight now.
Desire has gone
On the weary quest
With aching brow;
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Until the dawn,
Friends, let him rest.

With a boy’s desire
He set the cup
To his lips to drink;

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The ruddy fire
Was lifted up
At day’s cool brink,
With a boy’s desire.

The heart of a boy!

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He tasted life,
And the bitter sting
Of sorrow in joy,
Failure in strife,
Was pain to wring
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The heart of a boy.

In a childish whim,
He spilled the wine
Upon the floor,—
In beads on the brim

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Was a glitter of brine,—
Then, out at the door
In a childish whim!

Out of the storm,
In the flickering light,

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A broken glass
Lies on our warm
Heathstone to-night,
While shadows pass
Out of the storm.
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Friends, let him rest
In midnight now.
Desire has gone
On the weary quest
With aching brow:
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Until the dawn,
Friends, let him rest.

In sorrow and shame
For the craven heart,
In manhood’s breast

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With valor’s name,
Let him depart
Unto his rest
In sorrow and shame.

In after years

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God, who bestows
Or withholds the valor,
Shall wipe all tears—
Haply, who knows?—
From his face’s pallor
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In after years.

He could not learn
To fight wit his peers
In sturdier fashion;
Let him return

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Through the night with tears,
Stung with the passion
He could not learn.

All-bountiful, calm,
Where the great stars burn,

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And the spring bloom smothers
The night with balm,
Let him return
To the silent Mother’s
All-bountiful calm.
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Friends, let him rest.
In midnight now.
Desire has gone
On the weary quest
With aching brow;
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Until the dawn,
Friends, let him rest.