 | Here be blue and white violets from the garden wherein grew meadowsweet |  |
LATE-COMING.
Then, like a dove descending, from her eyes
Came Love, and sank upon my anxious breast:
'Twas strange in him to leave his paradise
And deep blue mansions in serener skies
To flutter down, the answer of my cries,
And make—so late, so late—my heart his nest!
Came Love, and sank upon my anxious breast:
'Twas strange in him to leave his paradise
And deep blue mansions in serener skies
To flutter down, the answer of my cries,
And make—so late, so late—my heart his nest!
Shall I all rudely hewn and all unmild
Rock him and lull him that he please to stay?
O heavy hands, be tender with the child!
Tho' lacking purple pillows softly piled
I know a heart can house him, strong and wild,
A heart to break when he shall wing away!
Rock him and lull him that he please to stay?
O heavy hands, be tender with the child!
Tho' lacking purple pillows softly piled
I know a heart can house him, strong and wild,
A heart to break when he shall wing away!
| Here be blue and white violets from the garden wherein grew meadowsweet | |