A DAY OF DEFECTION. This day among the days will never stand, With singing lips, and gaze of innocent might, Heavy with fruitage; nay, from all men's sight Thy beauty soil'd? Must shining days foregone SONG AND SILENCE. While Sorrow sat beside me many a day, Who sees fresh colours, breathes the ripe soft air, So sang I, Sorrow near me: chide me not, O Joy, for silence now! Hereafter wise, Large song may come, life blossoming in art, LOVE-TOKENS. I wear around my forehead evermore, The circlet of your praise, pure gold; and how Being thus proud. For roses my full store, All shame deserts my blood to the heart's core. Had doom'd him first. Ah, gracious, valiant hand A DREAM. I dreamed I went to seek for her whose sight On moonlit lawns, by glimmering lakes where faint The ripples brake and died, and brake again. I will beg for her;" straightway toward the same She knelt with face uplifted, and soft hair Fallen upon shoulders purely gowned in white, And on her parted lips I read my name. |