The wind was blowing from the sea,
I only felt your restless eyes

Whose love was like a cloak for me.
Oh heavy gates that fate has locked

To bar the joy we may not win,
Peace would go out forevermore

If we should dare to enter in.
In the Metropolitan Museum

Within the tiny Pantheon
We stood together silently,

Leaving the restless crowd awhile
As ships find shelter from the sea.

The ancient centuries came back
To cover us a moment's space,

And thro' the dome the light was glad
Because it shone upon your face.

Ah, not from Rome but farther still,
Beyond sun-smitten Salamis,

The moment took us, till you stooped
To find the present with a kiss.

Coney Island
Why did you bring me here?

The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes

The winter sea-winds blow --
There is no shelter near,

Come, let us go.
With foam of icy lace

The sea creeps up the sand,
The wind is like a hand

That strikes us in the face.
Doors that June set a-swing

Are bolted long ago;
We try them uselessly --

Alas, there cannot be
For us a second spring;

Come, let us go.
Union Square

With the man I love who loves me not,
I walked in the street-lamps' flare;

We watched the world go home that night
In a flood through Union Square.

I leaned to catch the words he said
That were light as a snowflake falling;

Ah well that he never leaned to hear
The words my heart was calling.

And on we walked and on we walked
Past the fiery lights of the picture shows --

Where the girls with thirsty eyes go by
On the errand each man knows.

And on we walked and on we walked,
At the door at last we said good-bye;

I knew by his smile he had not heard
My heart's unuttered cry.

With the man I love who loves me not
I walked in the street-lamps' flare --

But oh, the girls who can ask for love
In the lights of Union Square.

Central Park at Dusk
Buildings above the leafless trees

Loom high as castles in a dream,
While one by one the lamps come out

To thread the twilight with a gleam.
There is no sign of leaf or bud,

A hush is over everything --
Silent as women wait for love,

The world is waiting for the spring.
Young Love

I
I cannot heed the words they say,

The lights grow far away and dim,
Amid the laughing men and maids

My eyes unbidden seek for him.
I hope that when he smiles at me

He does not guess my joy and pain,
For if he did, he is too kind

To ever look my way again.
II

I have a secret in my heart
No ears have ever heard,

And still it sings there day by day
Most like a caged bird.

And when it beats against the bars,
I do not set it free,

For I am happier to know
It only sings for me.

III
I wrote his name along the beach,

I love the letters so.
Far up it seemed and out of reach,

For still the tide was low.
But oh, the sea came creeping up,

And washed the name away,
And on the sand where it had been

A bit of sea-grass lay.
A bit of sea-grass on the sand,

Dropped from a mermaid's hair --
Ah, had she come to kiss his name

And leave a token there?
IV

What am I that he should love me,
He who stands so far above me,

What am I?
I am like a cowslip turning

Toward the sky,
Where a planet's golden burning

Breaks the cowslip's heart with yearning,
What am I that he should love me,

What am I?
V

O dreams that flock about my sleep,
I pray you bring my love to me,

And let me think I hear his voice
Again ring free.

And if you care to please me well,
And live to-morrow in my mind,

Let him who was so cold before,
To-night seem kind.

VI
I plucked a daisy in the fields,

And there beneath the sun
I let its silver petals fall

One after one.
I said, "He loves me, loves me not,"

And oh, my heart beat fast,
The flower was kind, it let me say

"He loves me," last.
I kissed the little leafless stem,

But oh, my poor heart knew
The words the flower had said to me,

They were not true.
VII

I sent my love a letter,
And if he loves me not,

He shall not find my love for him
In any line or dot.

But if he loves me truly,
He'll find it hidden deep,

As dawn gleams red thro' chilly clouds
To eyes awaked from sleep.

VIII
The world is cold and gray and wet,

And I am heavy-hearted, yet
When I am home and look to see

The place my letters wait for me,
If I should find ONE letter there,

I think I should not greatly care
If it were rainy or were fair,

For all the world would suddenly
Seem like a festival to me.

IX
I hid three words within my heart,

That longed to fly to him,
At dawn they woke me with a start,

They sang till day was dim.
And now at last I let them fly,

As little birds should do,
And he will know the first is "I",

The others "Love" and "You".
X

Across the twilight's violet
His curtained window glimmers gold;

Oh happy light that round my love
Can fold.

Oh happy book within his hand,
Oh happy page he glorifies,

Oh happy little word beneath
His eyes.

But oh, thrice happy, happy I
Who love him more than songs can tell,

For in the heaven of his heart
I dwell.

Sonnets and Lyrics
Primavera Mia

As kings who see their little life-day pass,
Take off the heavy ermine and the crown,

So had the trees that autumn-time laid down
Their golden garments on the faded grass,

When I, who watched the seasons in the glass
Of mine own thoughts, saw all the autumn's brown

Leap into life and don a sunny gown
Of leafage such as happy April has.

Great spring came singing upward from the south;
For in my heart, far carried on the wind,

Your words like winged seeds took root and grew,
And all the world caught music from your mouth;

I saw the light as one who had been blind,
And knew my sun and song and spring were you.

Soul's Birth
When you were born, beloved, was your soul

New made by God to match your body's flower,
And were they both at one same precious hour

Sent forth from heaven as a perfect whole?
Or had your soul since dim creation burned,

A star in some still region of the sky,
That leaping earthward, left its place on high

And to your little new-born body yearned?
No words can tell in what celestial hour

God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the disarray of all the stars

Is any place so sweet that such a flower

• restless [´restləs] a.没有休息的 (初中英语单词)
• wooden [´wudn] a.木制的；呆板的 (初中英语单词)
• uselessly [´ju:zlisli] ad.无用地；徒劳地 (初中英语单词)
• errand [´erənd] n.差使，使命 (初中英语单词)
• twilight [´twailait] n.黎明；黄昏 (初中英语单词)
• waiting [´weitiŋ] n.等候；伺候 (初中英语单词)
• hidden [´hid(ə)n] hide 的过去分词 (初中英语单词)
• chilly [´tʃili] a.凉飕飕的 (初中英语单词)
• upward [´ʌpwəd] a.&ad.向上(的)；以上 (初中英语单词)
• winged [´wiŋd] a.有翼的 (初中英语单词)
• beloved [bi´lʌvd] a.为....所爱的 n.爱人 (初中英语单词)
• creation [kri´eiʃən] n.创作；作品；创造 (初中英语单词)
• festival [´festivəl] n.节日；庆祝；欢庆 (高中英语单词)
• celestial [si´lestiəl] a.天空的，天的 (高中英语单词)
• mortal [´mɔ:tl] a.致命的 n.凡人 (高中英语单词)
• metropolitan [,metrə´pɔlitən] a.大城市的 n.大城市人 (英语四级单词)
• thrice [θrais] ad.三倍地；三次 (英语四级单词)
• cowslip [´kau,slip] n.黄花九轮草 (英语六级单词)