I |
Strings in the earth and air
Make music sweet; |
II |
The twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue, |
III |
At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies, |
IV |
When the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate, |
V |
Lean out of the window,
Goldenhair, |
VI |
I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!) |
VII |
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees, |
VIII |
Who goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her? |
IX |
Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee |
X |
Bright cap and streamers,
He sings in the hollow: |
XI |
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu,
Bid adieu to girlish days, |
XII |
What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, |
XIII |
Go seek her out all courteously,
And say I come, |
XIV |
My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise! |
XV |
From dewy dreams, my soul, arise,
From love’s deep slumber and from death, |
XVI |
O cool is the valley now
And there, love, will we go |
XVII |
Because your voice was at my sidew
I gave him pain, |
XVIII |
O sweetheart, hear you
Your lover’s tale; |
XIX |
Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you: |
XX |
In the dark pine-wood
I would we lay, |
XXI |
He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his, |
XXII |
Of that so sweet imprisonment
My soul, dearest, is fain— |
XXIII |
This heart that flutters near my heart
My hope and all my riches is, |
XXIV |
Silently she’s combing,
Combing her long hair, |
XXV |
Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe, |
XXVI |
Thou leanest to the shell of night,
Dear lady, a divining ear. |
XXVII |
Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison-dart, |
XXVIII |
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love; |
XXIX |
Dear heart, why will you use me so?
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid, |
XXX |
Love came to us in time gone by
When one at twilight shyly played |
XXXI |
O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree |
XXXII |
Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees: |
XXXIII |
Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make |
XXXIV |
Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart! |
XXXV |
All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan, |
XXXVI |
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: |