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That lies so far beneath her feet.
III

The Knight sings:
O princess cease your dreams awhile

And look adown your tower's gray side --
The princess gazes far away,

Nor hears nor heeds the words I cried.
Perchance my heart was overbold,

God made her dreams too pure to break,
She sees the angels in the air

Fly to and fro for Mary's sake.
Farewell, I mount and go my way,

-- But oh her hair the sun sifts thro' --
The tilts and tourneys wait my spear,

I am the Knight of the Plume of Blue.
When Love Was Born

When Love was born I think he lay
Right warm on Venus' breast,

And whiles he smiled and whiles would play
And whiles would take his rest.

But always, folded out of sight,
The wings were growing strong

That were to bear him off in flight
Erelong, erelong.

The Shrine
There is no lord within my heart,

Left silent as an empty shrine
Where rose and myrtle intertwine,

Within a place apart.
No god is there of carven stone

To watch with still approving eyes
My thoughts like steady incense rise;

I dream and weep alone.
But if I keep my altar fair,

Some morning I shall lift my head
From roses deftly garlanded

To find the god is there.
The Blind

The birds are all a-building,
They say the world's a-flower,

And still I linger lonely
Within a barren bower.

I weave a web of fancies
Of tears and darkness spun.

How shall I sing of sunlight
Who never saw the sun?

I hear the pipes a-blowing,
But yet I may not dance,

I know that Love is passing,
I cannot catch his glance.

And if his voice should call me
And I with groping dim

Should reach his place of calling
And stretch my arms to him,

The wind would blow between my hands
For Joy that I shall miss,

The rain would fall upon my mouth
That his will never kiss.

Love Me
Brown-thrush singing all day long

In the leaves above me,
Take my love this little song,

"Love me, love me, love me!"
When he harkens what you say,

Bid him, lest he miss me,
Leave his work or leave his play,

And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!
The Song for Colin

I sang a song at dusking time
Beneath the evening star,

And Terence left his latest rhyme
To answer from afar.

Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
And sighed, "She sings for me,"

But Colin slept a careless sleep
Beneath an apple tree.

Four Winds
"Four winds blowing thro' the sky,

You have seen poor maidens die,
Tell me then what I shall do

That my lover may be true."
Said the wind from out the south,

"Lay no kiss upon his mouth,"
And the wind from out the west,

"Wound the heart within his breast,"
And the wind from out the east,

"Send him empty from the feast,"
And the wind from out the north,

"In the tempestthrust him forth,
When thou art more cruel than he,

Then will Love be kind to thee."
Roundel

If he could know my songs are all for him,
At silver dawn or in the evening glow,

Would he not smile and think it but a whim,
If he could know?

Or would his heart rejoice and overflow,
As happy brooks that break their icy rim

When April's horns along the hillsides blow?
I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim,

The god is bitter and will have it so;
And yet to-night our fate would seem less grim

If he could know.
Dew

I dream that he is mine,
I dream that he is true,

And all his words I keep
As rose-leaves hold the dew.

O little thirsty rose,
O little heart beware,

Lest you should hope to hold
A hundred roses' share.

A Maiden
Oh if I were the velvet rose

Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window

And make his casement fine.
And if I were the little bird

That twitters on the tree,
All day I'd sing my love for him

Till he should harken me.
But since I am a maiden

I go with downcast eyes,
And he will never hear the songs

That he has turned to sighs.
And since I am a maiden

My love will never know
That I could kiss him with a mouth

More red than roses blow.
"I Love You"

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,

Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,

And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,

Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,

Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.

But Not to Me
The April night is still and sweet

With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,

But not to me.
My peace is hidden in his breast

Where I shall never be,
Love comes to-night to all the rest,

But not to me.
Hidden Love

I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the laughter in my eyes,

That when we meet he may not know
My love that never dies.

But sometimes when he dreams at night
Of fragrant forests green and dim,

It may be that my love crept out
And brought the dream to him.

And sometimes when his heart is sick
And suddenly grows well again,

It may be that my love was there
To free his life of pain.

Snow Song
Fairy snow, fairy snow,

Blowing, blowing everywhere,
Would that I

Too, could fly
Lightly, lightly through the air.

Like a wee, crystal star
I should drift, I should blow

Near, more near,
To my dear

Where he comes through the snow.
I should fly to my love

Like a flake in the storm,
I should die,

I should die,
On his lips that are warm.

Youth and the Pilgrim
Gray pilgrim, you have journeyed far,

I pray you tell to me
Is there a land where Love is not,

By shore of any sea?
For I am weary of the god,

And I would flee from him
Tho' I must take a ship and go

Beyond the ocean's rim.
"I know a port where Love is not,

The ship is in your hand,
Then plunge your sword within your breast

And you will reach the land."
The Wanderer

I saw the sunset-colored sands,
The Nile like flowing fire between,

Where Rameses stares forth serene,


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