University of Virginia Library


233

XLI. TO “THE PEARLED ARCTURI OF THE EARTH.”

O, grace of meadows green and mossy banks!
Eternal Flower! still constant to the Year;
When April with bright hair his forehead pranks,
Or when his locks turn grey in winter drear.
Blest be the hour I taught my Lady's heart
To hold thy beauty in its inmost feeling;
To love thee better that thou humble art,
And op'st thine eye with such a sweet revealing
Of quiet joy! for now she cannot stray
Through field, or grove; or lane, by hedge-rows green;
But she must greet thy pink lips, by the way—
Thy white-ray'd cirques of gold, for ever seen!
And thus her thoughts to me must still be turn'd,
From whom the love she bears thy gem she learn'd.