Collected Works (Vol. I)

THE FIVE KISSES 93 Purple the evening with amazing song ; The moonbeams throng In shining clusters to the fairy throat, Whose clear trills float And dive and run about the crystal deep As sweet as sleep. Only, fas: loveof this full heart of mine, There lacks the wine Our kisses might pour out for them; they wait, And we are late; Only, my flower of all the world, the thrush (You hear him? Hush !) Lingers, and sings not to his fullest yet : Our love shall get Such woodland welcome as none ever had To make it glad. Come, it is time, cling closer to my hand. We understand. We must go forth together, not to part. O perfect heart ! O little heart that beats to mine, away Before the day Ring out the tocsin for our flight ! Ts keen to dip Her plunging forehead in the silvering sea. ‘To-morrow we Shall be so far away, and then to-morrow Shall shake off sorrow And be to-morrow and not change for ever : No dawn shall sever The sleepy eyelids of the night, no eve Shall fall and cleave The blue deep eyes of day. queen ! My ship Your hand, my Look down and lean Your whole weight on me, then leap out, as light As swallow’s flight, And race across the shadosys of the moon, And keep the {tine With ringing hoofs across the fiery way. Your eyes betray Ilow eager is your heart, and yet--O dare To fashion fair A whole Jong life of love ! low! Leap high, laugh T dove Yotl=--so f— One kiss—and then to freedom! bay So far away, But not too far for love! hoof, And put to proof The skill of him that steeled thee ! Set As never yet Thy straining sides for freedom ! mare ! The frosty air Kindles the blood within us as we race. O love! Thy face Flames with the passion of our happy speed ! The noble steed Pashes the first gold limit of the sand. Ah love, thy hand ! We win, no foot pursuing spans the brow ! Yes, kiss me now ! See the Ring out, sharp Freedom ! Gallant If. TH SPRING AFTER, Nortru, by the ice-belt, where the appease cliffs Innumerable clamour of sundering seas, And garlands of ungatherable foam Wild as the horses maddening toward home, Where through the thunderous burden of the thaw Rings the sharp fury of the breaking flaw, Where summer’s hand is heavy on the snow, And springtide bursts the insuperable floe, North, by the limit of the ocean, stands ‘A castle, lord of those far footiess lands That are the wall of that world About whose pillars Behemoth is curled, About whose gates Leviathan is strong, Whose secret terror sweetens not for song. The hoarse loud roar of gulphs of raging brine most monstrous That break in foam and fire on that divine Chiff-base, is smothered in the misty air, And no sound penetrates them, save a rare