My dove, my beautiful one,
The night-dew lies
Upon my lips and eyes.
The odorous winds are weaving
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple—trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
There, where the gay winds stay to…
Gaunt in gloom,
The pale stars their torches,
Ghostfires from heaven’s far verge…
Arches on soaring arches,
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…
O cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go
For many a choir is singing now
Where Love did sometime go.
And hear you not the thrushes call…
O Sweetheart, hear you
Your lover’s tale;
A man shall have sorrow
When friends him fail.
For he shall know then
O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tre…
My love and I did walk together;
And sweet were the words she said…
Along with us the summer wind
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
Wind whines and whines the shingle…
The crazy pierstakes groan;
A senile sea numbers each single
From whining wind and colder
Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Staying a little by the way
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, soft…
Where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me, sa…
At grey moonrise.
Love, hear thou
Silently she’s combing,
Combing her long hair
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.
The sun is in the willow leaves
O bella bionda,
Sei come l’onda!
Of cool sweet dew and radiance mil…
The moon a web of silence weaves
In the still garden where a child
Sleep Now, O Sleep Now
Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
A voice crying “Sleep now”
Is heard in my heart.
Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where
The willows meet.
There’s music along the river
Have you heard of one Humpty Dump…
How he fell with a roll and a rumb…
And curled up like Lord Olofa Cr…
By the butt of the Magazine Wall,
(Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall,
The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue,
The lamp fills with a pale green g…
The trees of the avenue.
The old piano plays an air,
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! —…
Thou leanest to the shell of night…
Dear lady, a divining ear.
In that soft choiring of delight
What sound hath made thy heart to…
Seemed it of rivers rushing forth
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
He travels after a winter sun,
Urging the cattle along a cold red…
Calling to them, a voice they know…
He drives his beasts above Cabra.
The voice tells them home is warm.
A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lo…
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love’s time,…
The clear young eyes’ soft look, t…
I heard their young hearts crying
Loveward above the glancing oar
And heard the prairie grasses sigh…
No more, return no more!
O hearts, O sighing grasses,
What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
Of Love in ancient plenilune,
Glory and stars beneath his feet —…
A sage that is but kith and kin
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
Who goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her?
Who goes amid the merry green wood
To make it merrier?
Who passes in the sunlight
Winds of May, that dance on the s…
Dancing a ring—around in glee
From furrow to furrow, while overh…
The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In silvery arches spanning the air…
Frail the white rose and frail are
Her hands that gave
Whose soul is sere and paler
Than time’s wan wave.
Rosefrail and fair—yet frailest
They mouth love’s language. Gnash
The thirteen teeth
Your lean jaws grin with. Lash
Your itch and quailing, nude greed…
Love’s breath in you is stale, wor…
Come, give, yield all your stre…
From far a low word breathes on th…
Its cruel calm, submission’s miser…
Gentling her awe as to a soul pred…