SATYRS AND SUNLIGHT 71



SONNET

OLOVE, to feel your lips again on mine !
To draw your breath like honey from the tree,
To marvel, while your heart's red-flashing wine

Washt sorrow from your cheeks' white memory
To know you print forgiveness of my shame

In every love-ht kiss that you bestow —
The hidden praise within the playful blame

As diamond on diamond doth glow.
O stay, and stay for ever, sunny time !

Put chains upon the dial's flying shade
So never storm or pelting flood or rime

Disglorify this summer we have made. . ..
But no, dear Love, the trespass I'll repeat,
Since you have made my punishment so sweet.
72 SATYRS AND SUNLIGHT



EVENING

THE Mountain dreams before the sunset fire,
Like an old gaffer in his homely nook
Remembering life . . . who hears not (from her spire)
The nightingale . . . nor melancholy brook
Murmuring below th' harmonious pines. . ..
O turn and see, between the floating vines,
The eagle sag upon his cliffward flight,
As, far and faint, in some deserted pass,
A three-days' lamb, for terror of the night,
Doth summon death to banquet on the grass.
Dear girl, this eve I spied a goddess go,

Light foot, with hound and arrows to her bow. . . . •

A jolly rout of nymphs with silver horns

Companioned her; and, ever and anon,

The dew-drops danced upon the woodland thorns,

Mad with the music, whence the nymphs had gone.
SATYRS AND SUNLIGHT 73



HYMN OF DELIGHT

UP from the cool life-giving sea
A grand wind rolls luxuriantly ;
It opens wide the half-closed eyes
Of virgin roses to the skies ;

It swings the spider in his net
Between the vine-rings slyly set.
