Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. And lazy bosoms keep Their slumber perfect and their sorcery, While dawny winds arise, And fast the white ship flies To those young groves of olive by the shore, The spring-clad shore we seek That slopes to yonder peak Snow-clad, bright-gleaming, as the silver ore Plucked by pale fingers slow In balmy Mexico, A king on thunder throned, his diadem The ruby rocks that flash The sunlight like a lash When sunlight touches, and sweeps over them A crown of light! Behold! The white seas touch the gold, And flame like flowers of fire about the prow. It is the hour for sleep, Lulled by the moveless deep To sleep, sweet wife, to sleep! Yes, kiss me now!