[Harvard Monthly, 4.1 (March, 1887), 33]

GHAZEL: THOUGHT AND TEMPERAMENT.

Ringing silence is hissing around me.
Numbing thought to the rock fast hath bound me
From which I gaze at a bare and bleak world.
Here, resistless, all sorrows have found me
From which I ever had made myself free.
Blank and bleak are the sights that surround me.
Chill and gray, overhead, are flat uncurled
Frozen mists from wan seas that had drowned me
With gloom, were my heart not blithe within me,
Glad to war with the griefs that would ground me
On slimy shallows of shoreless sorrow.
Living sunshine is teeming around me,
Madly carolling songs of mad gladness,
To the ripe wheat ears waving around me.