. Works . rst sight, first-born, and heir to all, Il8 THE GARDENERS DAUGHTER. Made this night thus. Henceforward squall nor stormCould keep me from that Eden where she pretexts drew me: sometimes a Dutch loveFor tulips; then for roses, moss or musk,To grace my city rooms; or fruits and creamServed in the weeping elm; and more and moreA word could bring the colour to my cheek;A thought would fill my eyes with happy dew;Love trebled life within me, and with eachThe year increased. The daughters of the year,One after one, thro that still garden passd;Each garlanded with her peculiar f
. Works . rst sight, first-born, and heir to all, Il8 THE GARDENERS DAUGHTER. Made this night thus. Henceforward squall nor stormCould keep me from that Eden where she pretexts drew me: sometimes a Dutch loveFor tulips; then for roses, moss or musk,To grace my city rooms; or fruits and creamServed in the weeping elm; and more and moreA word could bring the colour to my cheek;A thought would fill my eyes with happy dew;Love trebled life within me, and with eachThe year increased. The daughters of the year,One after one, thro that still garden passd;Each garlanded with her peculiar flowerDanced into light, and died into the shade;And each in passing touchd with some new graceOr seemd to touch her, so that day by day,Like one that never can be wholly known,Her beauty grew; till Autumn brought an hourFor Eustace when I heard his deep * I will,Breathed, like the covenant of a God, to holdFrom thence thro all the worlds: but I rose up Dora. from Drawing by W. L. Taylor^. THE GARDENERS DAUGHTER. 119 Full of his bliss, and following her dark eyesFelt earth as air beneath me, till I reachdThe wicket-gate, and found her standing there. There sat we down upon a garden mound,Two mutually enfolded; Love, the third,Between us, in the circle of his armsEnwound us both; and over many a rangeOf waning lime the gray cathedral a hazy glimmer of the west,Reveald their shining windows: from them clashdThe bells; we listend; with the time we playd,We spoke of other things; we coursed aboutThe subject most at heart, more near and doves about a dovecote, wheeling roundThe central wish, until we settled there. Then, in that time and place, I spoke to her,Requiring, tho I knew it was mine own,Yet for the pleasure that I took to at her hand the greatest gift,A womans heart, the heart of her I loved;And in that time and place she answerd me,And in the compass of three little words,More musical than ever came in one, I20 THE
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