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And the wind from out the east;

〃Send him empty from the feast;〃

And the wind from out the north;

〃In the tempest thrust him forth;

When thou art more cruel than he;

Then will Love be kind to thee。〃









   Roundel







If he could know my songs are all for him;

At silver dawn or in the evening glow;

Would he not smile and think it but a whim;

    If he could know?



Or would his heart rejoice and overflow;

As happy brooks that break their icy rim

When April's horns along the hillsides blow?



I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim;

The god is bitter and will have it so;

And yet to…night our fate would seem less grim

    If he could know。









   Dew







I dream that he is mine;

 I dream that he is true;

And all his words I keep

 As rose…leaves hold the dew。



O little thirsty rose;

 O little heart beware;

Lest you should hope to hold

 A hundred roses' share。









   A Maiden







Oh if I were the velvet rose

 Upon the red rose vine;

I'd climb to touch his window

 And make his casement fine。



And if I were the little bird

 That twitters on the tree;

All day I'd sing my love for him

 Till he should harken me。



But since I am a maiden

 I go with downcast eyes;

And he will never hear the songs

 That he has turned to sighs。



And since I am a maiden

 My love will never know

That I could kiss him with a mouth

 More red than roses blow。









   〃I Love You〃







When April bends above me

 And finds me fast asleep;

Dust need not keep the secret

 A live heart died to keep。



When April tells the thrushes;

 The meadow…larks will know;

And pipe the three words lightly

 To all the winds that blow。



Above his roof the swallows;

 In notes like far…blown rain;

Will tell the little sparrow

 Beside his window…pane。



O sparrow; little sparrow;

 When I am fast asleep;

Then tell my love the secret

 That I have died to keep。









   But Not to Me







The April night is still and sweet

 With flowers on every tree;

Peace comes to them on quiet feet;

    But not to me。



My peace is hidden in his breast

 Where I shall never be;

Love comes to…night to all the rest;

    But not to me。









   Hidden Love







I hid the love within my heart;

 And lit the laughter in my eyes;

That when we meet he may not know

 My love that never dies。



But sometimes when he dreams at night

 Of fragrant forests green and dim;

It may be that my love crept out

 And brought the dream to him。



And sometimes when his heart is sick

 And suddenly grows well again;

It may be that my love was there

 To free his life of pain。









   Snow Song







Fairy snow; fairy snow;

Blowing; blowing everywhere;

 Would that I

 Too; could fly

Lightly; lightly through the air。



Like a wee; crystal star

I should drift; I should blow

 Near; more near;

 To my dear

Where he comes through the snow。



I should fly to my love

Like a flake in the storm;

 I should die;

 I should die;

On his lips that are warm。









   Youth and the Pilgrim







Gray pilgrim; you have journeyed far;

 I pray you tell to me

Is there a land where Love is not;

 By shore of any sea?



For I am weary of the god;

 And I would flee from him

Tho' I must take a ship and go

 Beyond the ocean's rim。



〃I know a port where Love is not;

 The ship is in your hand;

Then plunge your sword within your breast

 And you will reach the land。〃









   The Wanderer







I saw the sunset…colored sands;

 The Nile like flowing fire between;

 Where Rameses stares forth serene;

And Ammon's heavy temple stands。



I saw the rocks where long ago;

 Above the sea that cries and breaks;

 Bright Perseus with Medusa's snakes

Set free the maiden white like snow。



And many skies have covered me;

 And many winds have blown me forth;

 And I have loved the green bright north;

And I have loved the cold sweet sea。



But what to me are north and south;

 And what the lure of many lands;

 Since you have leaned to catch my hands

And lay a kiss upon my mouth。









   I Would Live in Your Love







I would live in your love as the sea…grasses live in the sea;

Borne up by each wave as it passes; drawn down by each wave that recedes;

I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me;

I would beat with your heart as it beats; I would follow your soul

  as it leads。









   May







The wind is tossing the lilacs;

 The new leaves laugh in the sun;

And the petals fall on the orchard wall;

 But for me the spring is done。



Beneath the apple blossoms

 I go a wintry way;

For love that smiled in April

 Is false to me in May。









   Rispetto







Was that his step that sounded on the stair?

 Was that his knock I heard upon the door?

I grow so tired I almost cease to care;

 And yet I would that he might come once more。



It was the wind I heard; that mocks at me;

The bitter wind that is more cruel than he;

It was the wind that knocked upon the door;

But he will never knock nor enter more。









   Less than the Cloud to the Wind







Less than the cloud to the wind;

 Less than the foam to the sea;

Less than the rose to the storm

   Am I to thee。



More than the star to the night;

 More than the rain to the lea;

More than heaven to earth

   Art thou to me。









   Buried Love







I shall bury my weary Love

 Beneath a tree;

In the forest tall and black

 Where none can see。



I shall put no flowers at his head;

 Nor stone at his feet;

For the mouth I loved so much

 Was bittersweet。



I shall go no more to his grave;

 For the woods are cold。

I shall gather as much of joy

 As my hands can hold。



I shall stay all day in the sun

 Where the wide winds blow;

But oh; I shall weep at night

 When none will know。









   Song







O woe is me; my heart is sad;

 For I should never know

If Love came by like any lad;

 Without his silver bow。



Or if he left his arrows sharp

 And came a minstrel weary;

I'd never tell him by his harp

 Nor know him for my dearie。



〃O go your ways and have no fear;

 For tho' Love passes by;

He'll come a hundred times; my dear;

 Before your turn to die。〃









   Pierrot







Pierrot stands in the garden

 Beneath a waning moon;

And on his lute he fashions

 A little silver tune。



Pierrot plays in the garden;

 He thinks he plays for me;

But I am quite forgotten

 Under the cherry tree。



Pierrot plays in the garden;

 And all the roses know

That Pierrot loves his music;

 But I love Pierrot。









   At Night







Love said; 〃Wake still and think of me;〃

 Sleep; 〃Close your eyes till break of day;〃

But Dreams came by and smilingly

 Gave both to Love and Sleep their way。









   Song







When Love comes singing to his heart

 That would not wake for me;

I think that I shall know his joy

 By my own ecstasy。



And tho' the sea were all between;

 The time their hands shall meet;

My heart will know his happiness;

 So wildly it will beat。



And when he bends above her mouth;

 Rejoicing for his sake;

My soul will sing a little song;

 But oh; my heart will break。









   Love in Autumn







I sought among the drifting leaves;

 The golden leaves that once were green;

To see if Love were hiding there

 And peeping out between。



For thro' the silver showers of May

 And thro' the summer's heavy heat;

In vain I sought his golden head

 And light; fast…flying feet。



Perhaps when all the world is bare

 And cruel winter holds the land;

The Love that finds no place to hide

 Will run and catch my hand。



I shall not care to have him then;

 I shall be bitter and a…cold 

It grows too late for frolicking

 When all the world is old。



Then little hiding Love; come forth;

 Come forth before the autumn goes;

And let us seek thro' ruined paths

 The garden's last red rose。









   The Kiss







I hoped that he would love me;

 And he has kissed my mouth;

But I am like a stricken bird

 That cannot reach the south。



For tho' I know he loves me;

 To…night my heart is sad;

His kiss was not so wonderful

 As all the dreams I had。









   November







The world is tired; the year is old;

 The little leaves are glad to die;

The wind goes shivering with cold

 Among the rushes dry。



Our love is dying like the grass;

 And we who kissed grow coldly kind;

Half glad to see our poor love p

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