VIII O you, let snow and roses Tynd golden locks belong. These are the world's enslavers, The hue of highland rivers The hue of honey-bees, LET LET BEAUTY AWAKE ET Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams, Beauty awake from rest! Let Beauty awake For Beauty's sake In the hour when the birds awake in the brake Let Beauty awake in the eve from the slumber of day, Awake in the crimson eve! In the day's dusk end When the shades ascend, Let her wake to the kiss of a tender friend I X KNOW not how it is with you— I love the first and last, The whole field of the present view, The whole flow of the past. One tittle of the things that are, Our lives, and every day and hour, One symphony appear: One road, one garden — every flower And every bramble dear. I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea. I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room, Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom, And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night. And this shall be for music when no one else is near, Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire. XII WE HAVE LOVED OF YORE (To an air of Diabelli) ERRIED brake and reedy island, BRaven below, and only heaven above, Through the sky's inverted azure Softly swam the boat that bore our love. Bright hung the sky above. Days of April, airs of Eden, How the glory died through golden hours, And the shining moon arising How the boat drew homeward filled with flowers! Bright were your eyes in the night: We have lived, my love— O, we have loved, my love. Frost has bound our flowing river, Snow has whitened all our island brake, And beside the winter fagot Joan and Darby doze and dream and wake. Still, in the river of dreams Swims the boat of love Hark! chimes the falling oar! |