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For lo！ the treees are full of sighs
Whose leaves the morn admonisheth。
Eastward the gradual dawn prevails
Where softly…burning fires appear；
Making to tremble all those veils
Of grey and golden gossamer。
While sweetly； gently； secretly；
The flowery bells of morn are stirred
And the wise choirs of faery
Begin （innumerous！） to be heard。
XVI
O cool is the valley now
And there； love； will we go
For many a choir is singing now
Where Love did sometime go。
And hear you not the thrushes calling；
Calling us away？
O cool and pleasant is the valley
And there； love； will we stay。
XVII
Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain；
Because within my hand I held
Your hand again。
There is no word nor any sign
Can make amend …
He is a stranger to me now
Who was my friend。
XVIII
O Sweetheart； hear you
Your lover's tale；
A man shall have sorrow
When friends him fail。
For he shall know then
Friends be untrue
And a little ashes
Their words come to。
But one unto him
Will softly move
And softly woo him
In ways of love。
His hand is under
Her smooth round breast；
So he who has sorrow
Shall have rest。
XIX
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you：
Sweetheart； be at peace again …
Can they dishonour you？
They are sadder than all tears；
Their lives ascend as a continual sigh。
Proudly answer to their tears：
As they deny； deny。
XX
In the dark pine…wood
I would we lay；
In deep cool shadow
At noon of day。
How sweet to lie there；
Sweet to kiss；
Where the great pine…forest
Enaisled is！
Thy kiss descending
Sweeter were
With a soft tumult
Of thy hair。
O unto the pine…wood
At noon of day
Come with me now；
Sweet love； away。
XXI
He who hath glory lost； nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his；
Among his foes in scorn and wrath
Holding to ancient nobleness；
That high unconsortable one …
His love is his companion。
XXII
Of that so sweet imprisonment
My soul； dearest； is fain …
Soft arms that woo me to relent
And woo me to detain。
Ah； could they ever hold me there
Gladly were I a prisoner！
Dearest； through interwoven arms
By love made tremulous；
That night allures me where alarms
Nowise may trouble us；
But lseep to dreamier sleep be wed
Where soul with soul lies prisoned。
XXIII
This heart that flutters near my heart
My hope and all my riches is；
Unhappy when we draw apart
And happy between kiss and kiss：
My hope and all my riches … yes！ …
And all my happiness。
For there； as in some mossy nest
The wrens will divers treasures keep；
I laid those treasures I possessed
Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep。
Shall we not be as wise as they
Though love live but a day？
XXIV
Silently she's combing；
Combing her long hair
Silently and graciously；
With many a pretty air。
The sun is in the willow leaves
And on the dapplled grass；
And still she's combing her long hair
Before the looking…glass。
I pray you； cease to comb out；
Comb out your long hair；
For I have heard of witchery
Under a pretty air；
That makes as one thing to the lover
Staying and going hence；
All fair； with many a pretty air
And many a negligence。
XXV
Lightly come or lightly go：
Though thy heart presage thee woe；
Vales and many a wasted sun；
Oread let thy laughter run；
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair。
Lightly； lightly … ever so：
Clouds that wrap the vales below
At the hour of evenstar
Lowliest attendants are；
Love and laughter song…confessed
When the heart is heaviest。
XXVI
Thou leanest to the shell of night；
Dear lady； a divining ear。
In that soft choiring of delight
What sound hath made thy heart to fear？
Seemed it of rivers rushing forth
From the grey deserts of the north？
That mood of thine
Is his； if thou but scan it well；
Who a mad tale bequeaths to us
At ghosting hour conjurable …
And all for some strange name he read
In Purchas or in Holinshed。
XXVII
Though I thy Mithridates were；
Framed to defy the poison…dart；
Yet must thou fold me unaware
To know the rapture of thy heart；
And I but render and confess
The malice of thy tenderness。
For elegant and antique phrase；
Dearest； my lips wax all too wise；
Nor have I known a love whose praise
Our piping poets solemnize；
Neither a love where may not be
Ever so little falsity。
XXVIII
Gentle lady； do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love；
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough。
Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead； and how
In the grave all love shall sleep：
Love is aweary now。
XXIX
Dear heart； why will you use me so？
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid；
Still are you beautiful … but O；
How is your beauty raimented！
Through the clear mirror of your eyes；
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss；
Desolate winds assail with cries
The shadowy garden where love is。
And soon shall love dissolved be
When over us the wild winds blow …
But you； dear love； too dear to me；
Alas！ why will you use me so？
XXX
Love came to us in time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played
And one in fear was standing nigh …
For Love at first is all afraid。
We were grave lovers。 Love is past
That had his sweet hours many a one；
Welcome to us now at the last
The ways that we shall go upon。
XXXI
O； it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree
My love and I did walk together；
And sweet were the words she said to me。
Along with us the summer wind
Went murmuring … O； happily！ …
But softer than the breath of summer
Was the kiss she gave to me。
XXXII
Rain has fallen all the day。
O come among the laden trees：
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Of memories。
Staying a little by the way
Of memories shall we depart。
Come； my beloved； where I may
Speak to your heart。
XXXIII
Now； O now； in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
We two shall wander； hand in hand；
Forbearing for old friendship' sake；
Nor grieve because our love was gay
Which now is ended in this way。
A rogue in red and yellow dress
Is knocking； knocking at the tree；
And all around our loneliness
The wind is whistling merrily。
The leaves … they do not sigh at all
When the year takes them in the fall。
Now； O now； we hear no more
The vilanelle and roundelay！
Yet will we kiss； sweetheart； before
We take sad leave at close of day。
Grieve not； sweetheart； for anything …
The year； the year is gathering。
XXXIV
Sleep now； O sleep now；
O you unquiet heart！
A voice crying 〃Sleep now〃
Is heard in my heart。
The voice of the winter
Is heard at the door。
O sleep； for the winter
Is crying 〃Sleep no more。〃
My kiss will give peace now
And quiet to your heart …
Sleep on in peace now；
O you unquiet heart！
XXXV
All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan；
Sad as the sea…bird is when； going
Forth alone；
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone。
The grey winds； the cold winds are blowing
Where I go。
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below。
All day； all night； I hear them flowing
To and fro。
XXXVI
I hear an army charging upon the land；
And the thunder of horses plunging； foam about their knees：
Arrogant； in black armour； behind them stand；
Disdaining the reins； with fluttering ships； the charioteers。
They cry unto the night their battle…name：
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter。
They cleave the gloom of dreams； a blinding flame；
Clanging； clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil。
They come shaking in triumph their long； green hair：
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore。
My heart； have you no wisdom thus to despair？
My love； my love； my love； why have you left me alone？
End