The night has a thousand eyes and other poems . at the organs thunderingBreaks the lutes responsive string! w Ah, sadder heart, where Love has grown Stealthily, his name unknown! As at some wandering noiseless air The wind-harp wakens to despair. 71 AN ENGLISH EDEN. OOSES drop their petals all around*• ^ In that enchanted ground,And all the air is murmurous with sound From the white-tumbling weir;So that all sounds or voices heard anearDo half unreal appear. As one half-waking from a dreamless sleep Is fain his thought to keepThus floating ever twixt the nights black deep And the blank glare o
The night has a thousand eyes and other poems . at the organs thunderingBreaks the lutes responsive string! w Ah, sadder heart, where Love has grown Stealthily, his name unknown! As at some wandering noiseless air The wind-harp wakens to despair. 71 AN ENGLISH EDEN. OOSES drop their petals all around*• ^ In that enchanted ground,And all the air is murmurous with sound From the white-tumbling weir;So that all sounds or voices heard anearDo half unreal appear. As one half-waking from a dreamless sleep Is fain his thought to keepThus floating ever twixt the nights black deep And the blank glare of day:So in that Eden pauses life midway Twixt dawning and noonday, 72 AUTUMN SINGERS. 11 7HEN woods are gold and hedges gay^ With jewelled Autumns brief array,And diamonds sprinkle every spray, The robin singsHis soft melodious well-a-dayFor dying things. Yet often, when a riotous night Has ruined half the woods delight, There breaks a spring-day warm and bright: And the thrush sings,As if his April were in sight. Of quickening things. 73 1. OCT 7 1899
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