Two Letters to a Friend

Two Letters to a Friend

By

Theodore Watts

"O LOVE, my love ! if I no more should see Thyself,
nor on the earth the shadow of thee,
Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,—
How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope
The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,
The wind of Death's imperishable wing ?


D. G. R.



Letter I.—After the Wedding

BRIGHT-BROWED as Summer's self who claspt the land—
With eyes like English skies, where seemed to play
    Deep azure dreams behind the tender grey—
All light and love, she moved : I see her stand
Beneath that tree ; I see the happy band
    Of bridesmaids on the lawn where blossoms sway
    In light so rare it seems as if the day
Glowed conscious of the future's golden strand.

O Friend, if sun and wind and flowers and birds
In language deeper drawn than human words

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    From deeper founts than Time shall e'er destroy,
All spoke to thee in Summer's rich caress,
Even so my heart, though wordless too, could bless :
    It could but feel a joy to know thy joy.




Letter II.—After Death's Mockery

When Death from out the dark, by one blind blow,
    Strikes down Love's heart of hearts—severs a life—
    Cleaves it in twain as by a sudden knife,
Leaving the dreadful Present, dumb with woe,
Mocked by a Past whose rainbow-skies aglow
    O'erarch Love's bowers where all his flowers seem rife
    In bloom of one sweet loving girl and wife—
Then Friendship's voice must whisper, whisper low.

Though well I know 'tis thou who dost inherit
Heroic blood and faith that lends the spirit
    Strength known to souls like thine of noblest strain,
Comfort I dare not proffer. What relief
Shall Friendship proffer Love in such wild grief?
    I can but suffer pain to know thy pain :

I can but suffer pain ; and yet to me
    Returns that day whose light seemed heavenly light,
    Whose breath seemed incense rising to unite
That lawn—where every flower, and bird and bee

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Seemed loving her who shone beneath that tree—
    With lawns far off whose flower of higher delight
    Behind Death's icy peaks and fens of night
Bloomed 'neath a heaven her eyes, not ours, could see.

Brother, did Nature mock us with that glory
Which seemed to prophesy Love's rounded story ?
    Or was it, that sweet Summer's fond device
To show thee who shall stand on Eden slopes,
Where bloom the broken buds of earthly hopes—
    Stand waiting 'neath a tree of Paradise ?





MLA citation: Watts, Theodore. "Two Letters to a Friend." The Yellow Book 6 (July 1895): 333-35. The Yellow Nineties Online. Ed. Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra. Ryerson University, 2011. Web. [Date of access]. http://www.1890s.ca/HTML.aspx?s=YBV6_watts_two.html