Of Love in ancient plenilune,
Glory and stars beneath his feet — –
A sage that is but kith and kin
With the comedian Capuchin?
Believe me rather that am wise
In disregard of the divine,
A glory kindles in those eyes
Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine!
No more be tears in moon or mist
For thee, sweet sentimentalist.
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Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,At grey moonrise.Love, hear thouHow soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,Then as now.Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and coldAs his sad heart has lainUnder the moongrey nettles, the black mouldAnd muttering rain.
In the dark pine-wood
In deep cool shadowAt noon of day.How sweet to lie there,Sweet to kiss,Where the great pine-forestEnaisled is!Thy kiss descendingSweeter wereWith a soft tumultOf thy hair.O unto the pine-woodAt noon of dayCome with me now,Sweet love, away.
A birdless heaven, seadusk, one lone star
As thou, fond heart, love’s time, so faint, so far,Rememberest.The clear young eyes’ soft look, the candid brow,The fragrant hair,Falling as through the silence falleth nowDusk of the air.Why then, remembering those shySweet lures, repineWhen the dear love she yielded with a sighWas all but thine?
This heart that flutters near my heart
Unhappy when we draw apartAnd happy between kiss and kiss:My hope and all my riches — – yes! — –And all my happiness.For there, as in some mossy nestThe wrens will divers treasures keep,I laid those treasures I possessedEre that mine eyes had learned to weep.Shall we not be as wise as theyThough love live…
I would in that sweet bosom be
Where no rude wind might visit me.Because of sad austeritiesI would in that sweet bosom be.I would be ever in that heart(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)Where only peace might be my part.Austerities were all the sweeterSo I were ever in that heart.
Frail the white rose and frail are
Whose soul is sere and palerThan time’s wan wave.Rosefrail and fair — yet frailestA wonder wildIn gentle eyes thou veilest,My blueveined child.