An answering thought within me springeth, A bloom of the mind her vision bringeth. Between the dim hill's distant azure And flowery foreground of sparkling pleasure I see the company Those robèd seërs who made man's story The crown of Nature, Her cause his glory. They walk in the city which they have builded, The city of God from evil shielded: To them for canopy the vault of heaven, The flowery earth for carpet is given; Whereon I wander not unknowing, With worship and joy my heart o'erflowing. 1901. 5 MILLICENT THOU dimpled Millicent, of merry guesses, Pale-brow, thou knowest not and diest to learn 1901. 6 VIVAMUS WHEN thou didst give thy love to me, I vow'd I would contented be, If Fate should grant us summers ten. To bid thee happily good-bye I have no hope that I can see, No way that I shall bravely die, Unless I give my life for thee. 1901. 7 ONE grief of thine if truth be confest Was joy to me; for it drave to my breast Thee, to my heart to find thy rest. How long it was I never shall know: I watcht the earth so stately and slow, And the ancient things that waste and grow. But now for me what speed devours Our heavenly life, our brilliant hours! How fast they fly, the stars and flowers! 8 IN still midsummer night When the moon is late And the stars all watery and white For her coming wait, A spirit, whose eyes are possest Passeth-her arms upon her breast Enwrapt from the dew In a raiment of azure fold With diaper Of flower'd embroidery of gold The daisy folk are awake Their carpet to spread, And the thron'd stars gazing on her make Fresh crowns for her head, Netted in her floating hair As she drifteth free Between the starriness of the air And the starry lea, From the silent-shadow'd vale By the west wind drawn Aloft to melt into the pale Moonrise of dawn. 9 MELANCHOLIA THE sickness of desire, that in dark days Fool! thou that hast impossibly desired 1910. How nought is changed: Joy's wisdom is attired Splendid for others' eyes if not for thee: Not love or beauty or youth from earth is fled: If they delite thee not, 'tis thou art dead. 1904. ΙΟ TO THE PRESIDENT OF MAGDALEN COLLEGE, OXFORD SINCE now from woodland mist and flooded clay I am fled beside the steep Devonian shore, But well-befriended we become good friends, True friend; and may your praise to greater ends II TO JOSEPH JOACHIM BELOV'D of all to whom that Muse is dear |