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[XVII
With thy two eyes look on me once again]
With thy two eyes look on me once again.
Since certain days, I know not how it is,
I feel the swell of tidal darknesses
Climb in my soul and overwhelm my brain.
Since certain days, I know not how it is,
I feel the swell of tidal darknesses
Climb in my soul and overwhelm my brain.
To-day is Spring, I know that it is Spring.
The new-mown hay about the lilac bush
Sweetens the morning wind, and there a flush
Of roses leads the garden's offering.
The new-mown hay about the lilac bush
Sweetens the morning wind, and there a flush
Of roses leads the garden's offering.
From leafy heights of chestnut hang and play
Long webs of sun and shadow, and the bloom
Is leaning up its head above the gloom—
White in the happy blue and yellow May.
Long webs of sun and shadow, and the bloom
Is leaning up its head above the gloom—
White in the happy blue and yellow May.
And all the air sparkles with minstrelsy—
Fresh, early love-songs twittered wing to wing
Over the dew. O loved one, it is Spring!
With thy two eyes look on me ere I die.
Fresh, early love-songs twittered wing to wing
Over the dew. O loved one, it is Spring!
With thy two eyes look on me ere I die.
It must be thus, I knew it thus would be;
And it embalms my soul now to behold
The eternal year disclose its heart of gold
And whirl in petalled clouds about the sky.
And it embalms my soul now to behold
The eternal year disclose its heart of gold
And whirl in petalled clouds about the sky.
I do beseech thee here, as falling down
Before thy feet I render thee my love,
Look on me now, look on me from above
As tho' in heavenly truth thou wert my own.
Before thy feet I render thee my love,
Look on me now, look on me from above
As tho' in heavenly truth thou wert my own.
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