NOCTURNES
IThy feet,That are like little, silver birds,Thou hast set upon pleasant ways;Therefore I will follow thee,Thou Dove of the Golden Eyes,Upon any path will I follow thee,For the light of thy beautyShines before me like a torch.IIThy feet are whiteUpon the foam of the sea;Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,Lest I stumble,And into deep waters.IIILong have I beenBut the Singer beneath thy Casement,And now I am weary.I am sick with longing,O my Belovéd;Therefore bear me with theeSwiftlyUpon our road.IVWith the net of thy hairThou hast fished in the sea,And a strange fishHast thou caught in thy net;For thy hair,Belovéd,Holdeth my heartWithin its web of gold.VI am weary with love, and thy lipsAre night-born poppies.Give me therefore thy lipsThat I may know sleep.VII am weary with longing,I am faint with love;For upon my head has the moonlightFallenAs a sword.Skipwith Cannéll
IThy feet,That are like little, silver birds,Thou hast set upon pleasant ways;Therefore I will follow thee,Thou Dove of the Golden Eyes,Upon any path will I follow thee,For the light of thy beautyShines before me like a torch.IIThy feet are whiteUpon the foam of the sea;Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,Lest I stumble,And into deep waters.IIILong have I beenBut the Singer beneath thy Casement,And now I am weary.I am sick with longing,O my Belovéd;Therefore bear me with theeSwiftlyUpon our road.IVWith the net of thy hairThou hast fished in the sea,And a strange fishHast thou caught in thy net;For thy hair,Belovéd,Holdeth my heartWithin its web of gold.VI am weary with love, and thy lipsAre night-born poppies.Give me therefore thy lipsThat I may know sleep.VII am weary with longing,I am faint with love;For upon my head has the moonlightFallenAs a sword.Skipwith Cannéll
I
I
Thy feet,That are like little, silver birds,Thou hast set upon pleasant ways;Therefore I will follow thee,Thou Dove of the Golden Eyes,Upon any path will I follow thee,For the light of thy beautyShines before me like a torch.
Thy feet,
That are like little, silver birds,
Thou hast set upon pleasant ways;
Therefore I will follow thee,
Thou Dove of the Golden Eyes,
Upon any path will I follow thee,
For the light of thy beauty
Shines before me like a torch.
II
II
Thy feet are whiteUpon the foam of the sea;Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,Lest I stumble,And into deep waters.
Thy feet are white
Upon the foam of the sea;
Hold me fast, thou bright Swan,
Lest I stumble,
And into deep waters.
III
III
Long have I beenBut the Singer beneath thy Casement,And now I am weary.I am sick with longing,O my Belovéd;Therefore bear me with theeSwiftlyUpon our road.
Long have I been
But the Singer beneath thy Casement,
And now I am weary.
I am sick with longing,
O my Belovéd;
Therefore bear me with thee
Swiftly
Upon our road.
IV
IV
With the net of thy hairThou hast fished in the sea,And a strange fishHast thou caught in thy net;For thy hair,Belovéd,Holdeth my heartWithin its web of gold.
With the net of thy hair
Thou hast fished in the sea,
And a strange fish
Hast thou caught in thy net;
For thy hair,
Belovéd,
Holdeth my heart
Within its web of gold.
V
V
I am weary with love, and thy lipsAre night-born poppies.Give me therefore thy lipsThat I may know sleep.
I am weary with love, and thy lips
Are night-born poppies.
Give me therefore thy lips
That I may know sleep.
VI
VI
I am weary with longing,I am faint with love;For upon my head has the moonlightFallenAs a sword.
I am weary with longing,
I am faint with love;
For upon my head has the moonlight
Fallen
As a sword.
Skipwith Cannéll
Skipwith Cannéll