All in long grass the piper stands, Outside the tower, at dawn of day, A thought from his heart doth reach to hers: She lifts her head, she dons her gown: She ties the girdle on her waist, And binds her flaxen hair, And down she stealeth, down and down, Behold him! With the flock he wons 66 'My shepherd lord, my shepherd love, My heart is gone out of my breast, II "The white lambs feed in tender grass; Oh! well is me," she saith when day Draws on to eventide. Hark! hark! the shepherd's voice. Oh, sweet! Her tears drop down like rain. "Take now this crook, my chosen, my fere, And tend the flock full fain; Feed them, O lady, and lose not one, Till I shall come again." Right soft her speech: "My will is thine, The mournful dusk begins to gather, III On sunny slopes, ah! long the lady She leads it down to drink at eve Beyond the hills her voice is heard, O SLEEP (A Woman Speaks) SLEEP, we are beholden to thee, sleep, Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy light Love is a pouting child. Once I did sweep Through space with thee, and, lo, a dazzling sight— Stars! They came on, I felt their drawing and might; And some had dark companions. Once (I weep When I remember that) we sailed the tide, THE LONG WHITE SEAM SI came round the harbor buoy, As The lights began to gleam, No wave the land-locked water stirred, It's aye sewing ashore, my dear; It's reef and furl, and haul the line, Fair full the lights, the harbor-lights, That brought me in to thee. And peace drop down on that low roof And the voice, my dear, that rang so clear For O, for O, with brows bent low WHEN SPARROWS BUILD WHEN HEN sparrows build, and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries, For I know there is dawn in the far, far north, Like a scarlet fleece the snow-field spreads, And the bergs begin to bow their heads, , my lost love, and my own, own love, And my love that loved me so! Is there never a chink in the world above Where they listen for words from below? And now thou wilt hear me no more-no more Thou didst set thy foot on the ship, and sail Thou wert sad, for thy love did not avail, How could I tell I should love thee to-day, We shall walk no more through the sodden plain, We shall stand no more by the seething main While the dark wrack drives o'erhead; We shall part no more in the wind and the rain Where thy last farewell was said; But perhaps I shall meet thee and know thee again When the sea gives up her dead. I SAND MARTINS PASSED an inland cliff precipitate; From tiny caves peeped many a sooty poll; In each a mother-martin sat elate, And of the news delivered her small soul. Fantastic chatter! hasty, glad, and gay, Whereof the meaning was not ill to tell: "Gossip, how wags the world with you to-day? Gossip, the world wags well, the world wags well." 66 And hearkening, I was sure their little ones And visions of the sky as of a cup Hailing down light on pagan Pharaoh's sand, And quivering air-waves trembling up and up, And blank stone faces marvelously bland. When should the young be fledged, and with them hie Where costly day drops down in crimson light? (Fortunate countries of the firefly Swarm with blue diamonds all the sultry night, "And the immortal moon takes turn with them.) When should they pass again by that red land, Where lovely mirage works a broidered hem To fringe with phantom palms a robe of sand? "When should they dip their breasts again and play |