Jephthah and Other Mysteries

80 MYSTERIES: As free as summer-time, to sound or cease: God’s utmost peace Lies like a cloud upon the quiet land. O little hand! White hand with rose leaves shed about the tips, As if my lips : Had left their bloom upon it when they kissed, As if a mist Of God’s delicious dawn had overspread Their face, and fled! O wonderful fresh blossom of the wood! O purpling blood! O azure veins as clear as all the skies! O longing eyes That look upon me fondly to beget Two faces, set Either like flowers upon their laughing blue, Where morning dew _ Sparkles with all the passion of the dawn! The happy lawn Leads, by the stillest avenues, to groves Made soft by loves ; And all the nymphs have made a mossy dell Hard by the well Where even a Satyr might behold the grace Of such a face As his who perished for his own delights, So well requites That witching fountain his desire that looks. Two slow bright brooks