VALENTINE. If thou canst make the frost be gone, And fleet away the snow (And that thou canst, I trow); If thou canst make the Spring to dawn, Willow, her weeds of fine green lawn, Thou dost not so! If thou canst chase the stormy rack, If thou canst call the thrushes back Say why thou dost not so Aye, aye! Say why Thou dost not so! If thou canst make my Winter Spring, With one word breathed low VALENTINE. If, in the closure of a ring, Thou canst to me such treasure bring, Say why thou dost not so — Aye, aye! Say why Thou dost not so! 17 THE HEART'S CALL. He rides away at early light, And in the mist that sweeps her sight He crosses now the silent stream, Long falls the shadow at his back Miles gone, upon a hilltop bare He draws a sudden rein: His name, her voice, rings on the air, Then all is still again! She sits at home, she speaks no word, But deeply calls her heart; And this it is that he has heard, Though they are miles apart. 66 THE BLUEBIRD. SOMETIME in Heaven sojourned this bird, 'Cherish, cherish, oh! cherish" — till Therefore the bloom to the apple-bough, The flower to the wood-knoll, springeth now, And leaf-mist gathers in copse and glen. "Cherish, cherish, oh! cherish," again The flute-voice calls from the blue above. How shall I dare gainsay it? What should I do but obey it? "Cherish Love." Not now can the seed be pent underground, The bud in its Winter sheath be bound, Nor the spirit in me be chained and dark. "Cherish, cherish, oh! cherish" - hark To the seraph-taught in the blue above! But if the song should not reach thee, Who shall it be that will teach thee "Cherish Love"? |