Border Lands

OH, good the air of border lands;
Oh, dangerous dear their subtle spell;
Where thralldoms stretch uncertain hands,
And careless, happy outlaws dwell.
’Twixt dawn and day, ’twixt day and night,
In blissful, shadowy realms they lie;
Sweeter than dark, sweeter than light,
Too swift the moments hurry by,
’Twixt hearts that wait and hearts that love,
Their sunny, vague horizons round, —
Who would not journey back to prove
Once more the joys within that hound?
’Twixt life and life, twixt death and death,
Rise this life’s narrow, viewless strands;
Who knows how much it entereth
Our joy that they are border lands!
H. H.