Southern garland . When the moonlight on the wood wayMade a weird-way of the woodway. And a place where demons hover. For the leaves that had been sleeping On the sodden soil-bed lying,Took a motion and gan a thousand small feet creeping. And there rose a distant sighing. Why the trees did droop their tresses. Weeping leaves for something what bode in dim recesses,Feline-Iurked in dim recesses. Paled my cheeks and heart to ponder. Had I feet I would have hurried. But the moonlit forest chained and body grasped and frost-fingers gripped and worried,
Southern garland . When the moonlight on the wood wayMade a weird-way of the woodway. And a place where demons hover. For the leaves that had been sleeping On the sodden soil-bed lying,Took a motion and gan a thousand small feet creeping. And there rose a distant sighing. Why the trees did droop their tresses. Weeping leaves for something what bode in dim recesses,Feline-Iurked in dim recesses. Paled my cheeks and heart to ponder. Had I feet I would have hurried. But the moonlit forest chained and body grasped and frost-fingers gripped and worried, Till, half-stayed, my hurt heart pained me . . d)C Rest, I II say, my Love, and more rest; Circling Things unseen have life and motion BCartDS. j^^^ jj^gy haunt the moonlit forest— Soul-affronting haunt the forest, And men meet them on the ocean. She will look so grave and kind, Saying Rest— Rest is here for heart and mind On this breast— Put aside all Fancies idle, I will shield you—Love is best. ^ THE GLORY-CALL. CftC eirclina HEY sat at wine, their eyes aglow, 1){attt)$. Impasaoned, large, and fierce with heat,Nor heard the moments come and goWith soft and unresisting feet. He sat with them, his beard adrip With slowly^athering golden dew;And evermore his burning lip He quenched in yellow wine, and drew A great breath in, as though some Fate Had snatched him from uncouth desire . * •All round about his comrades sate With wine-drenched hands and eyes of fire. Great sweetness thrilled them, and on love They lingered, each strong life astartWith some old anguish close enwove In the red tissue of its heart. Power surged them, and they felt the strength Of some lean lion in the dusk that hurls his tawny length Far forth upon the reeling prey. One cursed the subtle clinging vine That robbed his soul of wholesome breath ;One swayed afoot with lifted wine And drank derisively to Death. White w^omen names that shone serene Above the tumbled mists of illWere
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