Awake, the land is scattered with light, and see,
Uncanopied sleep is flying from field and tree:
And blossoming boughs of April in laughter shake;
Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!

Lo all things wake and tarry and look for thee:
She looketh and saith, ‘O sun, now bring him to me.
Come more adored, O adored, for his coming's sake,
And awake my heart to be loved: awake, awake!'

16

SONG

I LOVE my lady's eyes
Above the beauties rare
She most is wont to prize,
Above her sunny hair,
And all that face to face
Her glass repeats of grace.

For those are still the same
To her and all that see:
But oh! her eyes will flame
When they do look on me:
And so above the rest

I love her eyes the best.

Now say, [Say, O say! saith the music]

who likes my song?

I knew you by your eyes,

That rest on nothing long,

And have forgot surprise;

And stray [Stray, O stray! saith the music]

as mine will stray,

The while my love's away.

17

SINCE thou, O fondest and truest,
Hast loved me best and longest,
And now with trust the strongest
The joy of my heart renewest;

Since thou art dearer and dearer
While other hearts grow colder
And ever, as love is older,
More lovingly drawest nearer :

Since now I see in the measure
Of all my giving and taking,
Thou wert my hand in the making,
The sense and soul of my pleasure;

The good I have ne'er repaid thee In heaven I pray be recorded, And all thy love rewarded

By God, thy master that made thee.

18

THE evening darkens over
After a day so bright

The windcapt waves discover

That wild will be the night.

There's sound of distant thunder.

The latest sea-birds hover

Along the cliff's sheer height;

As in the memory wander
Last flutterings of delight,

White wings lost on the white.

There's not a ship in sight;
And as the sun goes under
Thick clouds conspire to cover
The moon that should rise yonder.
Thou art alone, fond lover.

19

O YOUTH whose hope is high,
Who dost to Truth aspire,
Whether thou live or die,
O look not back nor tire.

Thou that art bold to fly
Through tempest, flood and fire,
Nor dost not shrink to try
Thy heart in torments dire:

If thou canst Death defy,
If thy Faith is entire,
Press onward, for thine eye
Shall see thy heart's desire.

Beauty and love are nigh,
And with their deathless quire
Soon shall thine eager cry
Be numbered and expire.

BOOK IV

ΤΟ

L. B. C. L. M.

I

I LOVE all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.

I too will something make
And joy in the making;
Altho' to-morrow it seem

Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered on waking.

2

My spirit sang all day

O my joy.

Nothing my tongue could say,

Only My joy!

My heart an echo caught

O my joy

And spake, Tell me thy thought,

Hide not thy joy.

My eyes gan peer around,

O my joy

What beauty hast thou found ?
Shew us thy joy.

My jealous ears grew whist ;

O my joy

Music from heaven is 't,

Sent for our joy?

She also came and heard;

O my joy,

What, said she, is this word?

What is thy joy?

And I replied, O see,

O my joy,

'Tis thee, I cried, 'tis thee:

Thou art my joy.

3

THE upper skies are palest blue Mottled with pearl and fretted snow: With tattered fleece of inky hue Close overhead the storm-clouds go.

Their shadows fly along the hill
And o'er the crest mount one by one:
The whitened planking of the mill
Is now in shade and now in sun.