 | Songs and poems (1909) |  |
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THE COMING OF LOVE
In and out the osier beds, all along the shallows
Lifts and laughs the soft south wind, or swoons among the grasses.
But ah, whose following feet are these that bend the mauve marsh-mallows,
Who laughs so low and sweet?—who sighs—and passes?
Lifts and laughs the soft south wind, or swoons among the grasses.
But ah, whose following feet are these that bend the mauve marsh-mallows,
Who laughs so low and sweet?—who sighs—and passes?
Flower of my heart, my darling, why so slowly
Lift'st thou thine eyes to mine, deep wells of gladness?
Too deep this new-found joy, and this new pain too holy—
Or is there dread in thy heart of this divinest madness?
Lift'st thou thine eyes to mine, deep wells of gladness?
Too deep this new-found joy, and this new pain too holy—
Or is there dread in thy heart of this divinest madness?
Who sighs with longing there?—who laughs alow—and passes?
Whose following feet are these that bend the mauve marsh-mallows?
Who comes upon the wind that stirs the heavy seeding grasses,
In and out the osier beds, and hither through the shallows?
Whose following feet are these that bend the mauve marsh-mallows?
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In and out the osier beds, and hither through the shallows?
Flower of my heart, my dream—who whispers near so gladly?
Whose is the golden sunshine-net o'erspread for capture?
Lift, lift thine eyes to mine who love so wildly, madly—
Those eyes of brave desire, deep wells o'erbrimmed with rapture!
Whose is the golden sunshine-net o'erspread for capture?
Lift, lift thine eyes to mine who love so wildly, madly—
Those eyes of brave desire, deep wells o'erbrimmed with rapture!
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