Once only, Love, will burn the blood-red fire; Love pleadeth long, but what if love should tire! The day is short, the evening cometh fast; Love, let us love ere it be late XII - DENIAL too late! WHEN some new thought of love in me is born, XIII "ONCE WHEN WE WALKED WITHIN A SUMMER FIELD" ONCE when we walked within a summer field I pluckt the flower of immortality, And said, "Dear Love of mine, I give to thee LISTENING TO MUSIC 19 'T was then thou stood'st, and with one hand didst shield Thy sun-dazed eyes, and, flinging the other free, Against that western glow in grass dew-wet → Nor maid nor lover shall the world forget, Thou scornful! sun and flower shall find thee yet. I LOVE her gentle forehead, I love the smell of her garments; I love the sky above her, And the very ground where she stands. I love her doubting and anguish; I love the love she withholds; I love my love that loveth her XV . - LISTENING TO MUSIC WHEN on that joyful sea Where billow on billow breaks; where swift waves follow Waves, and hollow calls to hollow; Where sea-birds swirl and swing, And winds through the rigging shrill and sing; Where night is one vast starless shade; Tho' all alone unlonely, Wanders and wavers, wavers wandering; On that accursed sea One moment only, Forget one moment, Love, thy fierce content; Back let thy soul be bent Think back, dear Love, O Love, think back to me! XVI-"A SONG OF THE MAIDEN MORN" A SONG of the maiden morn, A song for my little maid, Of the silver sunlight born! But I am afraid, afraid, But O, her shadow is more to me XVII - WORDS IN ABSENCE I WOULD that my words were as my fingers, The sunset wind o'er the world of its love. I would that my words were as the beating Of her own heart, that keeps repeating My name through the livelong day and the night; And when my Love her lover misses, Longs for and loves in the dark and the light, THISTLE-DOWN I would that my words were as my kisses. I would that my words were husht and still XVIII-SONG THE birds were singing, the skies were gay; 21 I looked from the window on meadow and wood, Blue was the mountain, the river was bright; XIX-THISTLE-DOWN FLY, thistle-down, fly From my lips to the lips that I love! Fly through the morning light, Flee through the shadowy night, Over the sea and the land, Quick as the lark Through twilight and dark, Through lightning and thunder; Till no longer asunder We stand; For thy touch like the lips of her lover Moves her being to mine We are one in a swoon divine! Fly, thistle-down, fly From my lips to the lips that I love! XX-"O SWEET WILD ROSES THAT BUD AND BLOW” O SWEET wild roses that bud and blow O maple-tree whose brooding shade O butterfly on whose light wings O falling water whose distant roar O skies that bend above the hills; O gentle rains and babbling rills; Keep safe my Love till I return! XXI - THE RIVER I KNOW thou art not that brown mountain-side, |