Whence to imprisoned souls will come
Freedom and light and winds and rain;
To them the salve and ease and balm;
To me the martyr's encrimsoned palm !



72



WEDDED

Sea-Bogged and broken it struggles on
While moon and stars in the riggings sit,
And the motley crew haven't told off one
To cry the flight-watch over it :
Lonely are we . . . Oh love, keep near.
My hands, my lips are cold with fear.
Why are they drowned in babbling sleep?

— Ah sweet, their eyes have searched the page.
Rouse them and bid them the night-watch keep

— ^Ah, sweet, they dream of anchorage.
Then let them yield you the charts they've brought.
— Love, love, I pray you, awake them not !

Bravely; ah bravely, it now flings on.
And the starry signals are splendid and kind ;
But as for the charts, oh, there's not one
Shews the far kingdom we two would find !
But the winds are fresh and the seas are wide
And there's many a harbour as yet abide !

The stars come thick against our prow.
The winds are trumpeting us on.
Ah, but our sails are ravenous now.
White birds flash out and then are gone !
Lift your white throat, my bride, in song.
Love makes us his, and his wing is strong!



73



TROUBADOUR'S SONG

If Love entice you to his arms
Adventure all and go with him;
Nor sea scathe nor the wood's alarms
Your ecstasy will dim.
If in this flight I fall in tears,
Feeling my heart weep crimson dew?
Ah, Love's voice chanting in your ears.
