MADRIGAL Here, lady, lo! that servant stands And should you need nor heart nor hands VIII O you, let snow and roses And golden locks belong. These are the world's enslavers, Let these delight the throng. For her of duskier lustre Whose favour still I wear, The snow be in her kirtle, The hue of highland rivers 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 road, one garden - every flower 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. |