. The monitions of the unseen, and poems of love and childhood. ught of good he was, or of renown,God took the work for good and let good wakened with a trembling after sleep, Dread Mona Roa yields her fateful store ;All gleaming hot the scarlet rivers creep. And fanned of great-leaved palms slip to the stolen to unplumbed wastes of that far deep. Lay the foundations for one island more. 44 LOOKING DOWN, ]\ /FOUNTAINS of sorrow, I have heard your moans,And the moving of your pines ; but we sit highOn your green shoulders, nearer stoops the sky,And pure airs visit us from all t
. The monitions of the unseen, and poems of love and childhood. ught of good he was, or of renown,God took the work for good and let good wakened with a trembling after sleep, Dread Mona Roa yields her fateful store ;All gleaming hot the scarlet rivers creep. And fanned of great-leaved palms slip to the stolen to unplumbed wastes of that far deep. Lay the foundations for one island more. 44 LOOKING DOWN, ]\ /FOUNTAINS of sorrow, I have heard your moans,And the moving of your pines ; but we sit highOn your green shoulders, nearer stoops the sky,And pure airs visit us from all the zones. Sweet world beneath, too happy far to sigh,Dost thou look thus beheld from heavenly thrones ?No ; not for all the love that counts thy stones. While sleepy with great light the valleys , rapturous peace ! its sunshine doth enfold My heart; I have escaped to the days seemeth as bygone ages back had rolled. And all the eldest past was now, was mine;Nay, even as if Melchizedec of old Might here come forth to us with bread and Come, and in the woodland sit,Seem a wonted part of it. 45 MARRIED LOVERS. /^^OME away, the clouds are high, Put the flashing needles days are not to spare,Or to waste, my fairest fair!All is ready. Come to-day,For the nightingale her she findeth that the wholeOf her love, and all her forth of her sweet throat,Sobs the while she draws her breath,And the bravery of her noteIn a few days altereth. Come, ere she despond, and seeIn a silent ecstasy Chestnuts heave for hours and hoursAll the glory of their flowers 46 MARRIED LOVERS, To the melting blue above,That broods over them like the garden w^alls, where blowApple-blossoms pink, and lowOrdered beds of tulips the blossoms made divineWith a scent that is their are soulless. Bring the whiteOf thy gown to bathe in lightWalls for narrow hearts. The wholeEarth is found, and air and too wide for thee and me. No
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