Song-tide: poems and lyrics of love's joy and sorrow . ed her name, And sealed her body as her soul his own. The June moon-stricken twilight, warm, and fair, Closed round her where she sat neath voiceless trees, Full of the wonder of triumphant prayer. And sense of unimagined ecstasies Which must be hers, she knows, yet knows not why ; But feels thereof his kiss the prophecy. I20 CONJECTURE, CONJECTURE. I THINK, love, as I hold your hand in mine, If starless, cheerless, everlasting night Should settle suddenly upon my sight, And I should no more see your eyes divine, Or golden lights that in y
Song-tide: poems and lyrics of love's joy and sorrow . ed her name, And sealed her body as her soul his own. The June moon-stricken twilight, warm, and fair, Closed round her where she sat neath voiceless trees, Full of the wonder of triumphant prayer. And sense of unimagined ecstasies Which must be hers, she knows, yet knows not why ; But feels thereof his kiss the prophecy. I20 CONJECTURE, CONJECTURE. I THINK, love, as I hold your hand in mine, If starless, cheerless, everlasting night Should settle suddenly upon my sight, And I should no more see your eyes divine, Or golden lights that in your tresses shine, Or face now made my measureless delight, Or sweet curved throat, warm, beautiful, and white, Or soft, lithe arms that round about me twine, How should I bear to sit with you as now, And if you looked upon me not to know; To hear men praise your throat, mouth, eyes, and hair, Yet feel to me you were no longer fair ? To miss the blush that colours all your kiss,— Slay me outright, O God ! but spare me this. Sonnets from HIl in SONNETS FROM ALL IN ALL! NOT THOU BUT I. It must have been for one of us, my own,To drink this cup and eat this bitter not my tears upon thy face been shed, Thy tears had dropped on mine ; if I alone Did not walk now, thy spirit would have knownMy loneliness, and did my feet not treadThis weary path and steep, thy feet had bled For mine, and thy mouth had for mine made moanAnd so it comforts me, yea, not in vain, To think of thy eternity of sleep, To know thine eyes are tearless though mine weep :And when this cups last bitterness I drain, One thought shall still its primal sweetness keep— Thou hadst ihe peace and I the undying pain. 124 POSSIBLE MEETING, POSSIBLE MEETING. Art thou afar or near, oh Royal Day— Thou Day that bringst me to my love again ?Must the sweet autumn moon be in the wane, Before I feel thy breath, and hear thee say, Behold thy love? or shall the skies be gray,Disturbd by wind and sense of immine
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