DIP down your dear face in the dewy grass, O love! And ever let the sweet slim harebells, tenderly hung, Kiss both your parted lips; and I will hang above, And try to sing that song the dreamy harper sung. From Rapunzel.

AT ending of his song

They heard the bubbling river speed along,
Nor did they miss that doubtful noise to hear
The rising night-wind through the branches bear,
Till sleep fell on them, and the watch alone
Waked in that place, and heard the distant moan
Grow louder as the dead night stiller grew,
And fuller of all fear, till daylight drew

A faint wan streak between the thinner trees,

And in their yellowing foliage the breeze

Made a new sound, that through their waking dream

Like to the surging sea well-nigh did seem.

'O LOVE, what hurteth me?

When first the sweetness of my life I knew,
Not this I felt, but when I first saw thee
A little pain and great felicity

Rose up within me, and thy talk e'en now
Made pain and pleasure ever greater grow?'

'O sweet,' he said, 'this thing is even love,
Whereof I told thee; that all wise men fear,
But yet escape not; nay, to gods above,
Unless the old tales lie, it draweth near.
But let my happy ears I pray thee hear
Thy story too, and how thy blessed birth
Has made a heaven of this once lonely earth.'

From The Earthly Paradise.

FAIR was the morn to-day, the blossom's scent
Floated across the fresh grass, and the bees
With low vexed song from rose to lily went ;
A gentle wind was in the heavy trees,
And thine eyes shone with joyous memories;
Fair was the early morn, and fair wert thou,
And I was happy-Ah, be happy now!

DAWN talks to-day

Over dew-gleaming flowers,

Night flies away

Till the resting of hours:

Fresh are thy feet

And with dreams thine eyes glistening,

Thy still lips are sweet

Though the world is a-listening.

O Love, set a word in my mouth for our meeting,

Cast thine arms round about me to stay my heart's beating!

O fresh day, O fair day, O long day made ours!