The Little Room
I AM my Love's laboratory.
For truly he shall find
The proof of his high quality
Within my heart and mind.
Look down, my Love, my Dear,
At the sure change wrought here!
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To "Nucleus"
'Tis you who hold
My heat, my cold,
My rigour and my ecstasy.
Control my days.
Compel my ways
To action or to lethargy.
You fill my nights
With keen delights
Of a stupendous dreaming.
O! Little Seed,
Who at my need
Flowers to such splendid seeming!
The Passer
I LOVE the stone of your threshold,
I love the path without it,
I love the briar in its borders,
With the brave young plants about it.
There is pleasure in sight of your windows.
And passing, in decorous night,
I smile my love to your window
And bow my love to your light.
The Awakening
With green-stained bark,
Rising like a tower of the sea,
From the smooth park.
He is a giant among trees,
And he has watched this house for centuries.
His bark is hard as rock,
Time and Sun and the Wind's shock
Have twisted his boughs till they are like the arms of a great carven figure of Care,
Flung in passionate appeal to the changing humour of the Air.
Now on high branches sticky buds appear.
Promise of growth and beauty for the year. —
It seems my life is an old tree.
And the young buds are your sweet love for me.
Sung of Clarissa
Why is there healing in her love?
Her mind is clear as streams that flow
Down rock-steps to a vale below,
Bearing on spray the Sun's bright bow.
And singing as they move.
The Mill
I HID beneath the covers of the bed,
And dreamed my eyes were lovers,
On a hill that was my head.
They looked upon the loveliest country I have seen,
Great fields of red-brown earth hedged round with green.
In these enclosures I could see
The high perfection of fertility,
I knew there were sweet waters near to feed the land,
I heard the churning of a mill on my right hand,
I woke to breathlessness with a quick start,
And found my mill the beating of your heart.
Surrender
When you kiss me I am blind.
My senses
Are filled with ecstasy.
I only feel how strong my life is,
And so know myself.
From love I understand all things that live.
And even the dead.
I am like a tree
Shaken in wind.
Or like water that is drawn into the air
Through the strong loving of the sun.
When you are gone,
I am myself earthquake and eclipse,
And all cold darkness, and rending grief.
When you kiss me I am blind.
I am blind!
The Farewell
TO-NIGHT
For the last time,
I loose my hair to make a tent about you.
Come, lay your head on my knees.
Your eyes are the lights of a town.
And my body is a sheltering hill.
Now my hair is a cloud.
To hide you from the inquisitive stars.
The Supreme Courtesy
My man is like a good steel blade.
As subtle, strong, and finely made,
His power blue-white
As steely light.
O, he is cruel-quick enough!
But to my touch, as pleasant as fine stuff,
And from a wound of him I'd die,
Happy at such keen mastery.
Spoken to Adonis
Have you observed that one can measure
Poetic worth of words in terms of pleasure?
Honey and milk have been sweet food so long,
These words are naturalized in Song.
And from my joy in you the time is ripe
That I find lyric value for your pipe.
What tender pleasure do your lips invoke,
Moving in gracious meditation as you smoke!
Irresolute Lover
I SAID, " I will not go to her to-night,"
When I had courage from the prudent light.
My resolution vanished with the day,
When the dark came I could not live away.
O! My dear Love, let down your hair.
Make me a tent, and let me shelter there;
That in the darkness of a screened night
I live more prudent than in loveless light.
The Walk in the Woods
High Heaven is insecure.
Give me my paradise while these warm arms endure.
Come, my Love! let us walk in this brake.
Where I can see you sleep, and watch you wake.
So much of pleasure, for Mortality's poor sake.
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