The noon’s greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lak…
Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper to the night
Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison—dart,
Yet must thou fold me unaware
To know the rapture of thy heart,
And I but render and confess
Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music mak…
We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship’ sak…
Nor grieve because our love was ga…
The eyes that mock me sign the way
Whereto I pass at eve of day.
Grey way whose violet signals are
The trysting and the twining star.
Ah star of evil! star of pain!
Dear heart, why will you use me so…
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful – but O,
How is your beauty raimented!
Through the clear mirror of your e…
Silently she’s combing,
Combing her long hair
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.
The sun is in the willow leaves
From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love’s deep slumber and from…
For lo! the treees are full of sig…
Whose leaves the morn admonisheth.
Eastward the gradual dawn prevails
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again—
Can they dishonour you?
They are sadder than all tears;
Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butte…
A sombre Y.M.C.A. young man, wat…
Heart to heart talks.
Bloo . . . Me? No.
Blood of the Lamb.
At that hour when all things have…
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the…
Of harps playing unto Love to unc…
The pale gates of sunrise?
The summer evening had begun to fo…
The three girl friends were seated…
—Now, baby, Cissy Caffrey said.…
And baby prattled after her:
—A jink a jink a jawbo.
Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow:
Come follow, come follow,
All you that love.
Leave dreams to the dreamers
This heart that flutters near my h…
My hope and all my riches is,
Unhappy when we draw apart
And happy between kiss and kiss:
My hope and all my riches ——yes! —…
Of that so sweet imprisonment
My soul, dearest, is fain ——
Soft arms that woo me to relent
And woo me to detain.
Ah, could they ever hold me there
When the shy star goes forth in he…
All maidenly, disconsolate,
Hear you amid the drowsy even
One who is singing by your gate.
His song is softer than the dew