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"When no moon succeeds the sun,
"While some drops, where lightning rent, "Show the final storm begun
"When the fire-fly hides its spot,
"Has some plague a longer lease,
"As one shuts one's eyes on youth, "Is that face the last one sees?"
Oh how dark your villa was,
How the garden grudged me grass
ONE WAY OF LOVE.
ALL June I bound the rose in sheaves.
The chance was they might take her eye.
How many a month I strove to suit
My whole life long I learned to love.
ANOTHER WAY OF LOVE.
JUNE was not over
When a man I know
Turned him and said with a man's true air,
Well, dear, in-doors with you!
Tries a man's temper.
June wears on her bosom?
Can it clear scores with you?
Sweetness and redness,
Go, let me care for it greatly or slightly!
If June mend her bower now, your hand left unsightly By plucking the roses,-my June will do rightly.
And after, for pastime,
If June be refulgent
All petals, no prickles,
Of wine poured at mass-time,—
To redness and sweetness:
Or if, with experience of man and of spider,
A PRETTY WOMAN.
THAT fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!
To think men cannot take you, Sweet,
And enfold you,
Ay, and hold you,
And so keep you what they make you, Sweet!
You like us for a glance, you know
For a word's sake
Or a sword's sake,
All 's the same, whate'er the chance, you know.
And in turn we make you ours, we say-
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say.
All 's our own, to make the most of, Sweet
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet!
But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
In a mortar-for you could not, Sweet!
So, we leave the sweet face fondly there:
Its sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!
And while the face lies quiet there,
A conclusion? I will try it there.
As,-why must one, for the love foregone,
Earth, the heaven, we looked above for, gone!
Why, with beauty, needs there money be,
Love with liking?
In his gauze, because no honey-bee?