MARRIED LOVERS. 79 MARRIED LOVERS. COME away, the clouds are high, Put the flashing needles by. Many days are not to spare, In a few days altereth. Come, ere she despond, and see In a silent ecstasy Chestnuts heave for hours and hours All the glory of their flowers To the melting blue above, That broods over them like love. Seek the blossoms made divine Not too wide, and yet thy face Come, and in the woodland sit, Then, while moves the delicate air, And the glories of thy hair And the leaves, air-stirred on high, A LOVER'S SONG. Feel such joy they needs must sigh, THERE is nothing held so dear 81 A LOVER'S SONG. HE was but a child, a child, SHE And I a man grown; Sweet she was, and fresh, and wild, What could I do? The long grass groweth, The lamb that was tame will yearn to break its tether. "But if the world wound thee," I said, "come back to me, Down in the dell wishing-wishing, wishing for thee." The dews hang on the white may, Like a ghost it stands, All in the dusk before day That folds the dim lands; Dark fell the skies when once belated, Sad, and sorrow-fated I missed the sun; But wake heart, and sing, for not in vain I waited. O clear, O solemn dawning, lo, the maid is won! Sweet dews, dry early on the grass and clover, Lest the bride wet her feet when she walks over; Shine to-day, sunbeams, and make all fair to see: Down the dell she's coming-coming with me. A A BIRTHDAY. BIRTHDAY: - and now a day that rose With much of hope, with meaning rife — A thoughtful day from dawn to close; The middle day of human life. There are some days that die not out, And they are days when drops a veil DAUGHTERS OF EVE. 83 DAUGE DAUGHTERS OF EVE. AUGHTERS of Eve! your mother did not well: And we have read, O wonder! what befell, The man was not deceived, nor yet could stand: Daughters of Eve! he did not fall so low, Nor fall so far, as that sweet woman fell, For something better, than as gods to know, That husband in that home left off to dwell: For this, till love be reckoned less than lore, Shall man be first and best for evermore. Daughters of Eve! it was for your dear sake I AM glad to think I am not bound to make the wrong go right: With cheerful heart, the work that God appoints. |