MMOVELESS, on the marge of a sunny cornfield,Rapt in sudden revery while thou standest,Like the sheaves, in beautiful Doric yellowClad to the ankle,Oft to thee with delicate hasty footstepSo I steal, and suffer because I find theeInly flown, and only a fallen featherLeft of my darling.Give me back thy wakening breath, thy ringletsFragrant as the vine of the bean in blossom,And those eyes of violet dusk and daylightUnder sea-water,Eyes too far away, and too full of longing!Yes: and go not heavenward where I lose thee,Go not, go not whither I cannot follow,Being but earthly.Willing swallow poisèd upon my finger,Little wild-wing ever from me escaping,For the care thou art to me, I thy loverLove thee, and fear thee.
MMOVELESS, on the marge of a sunny cornfield,Rapt in sudden revery while thou standest,Like the sheaves, in beautiful Doric yellowClad to the ankle,Oft to thee with delicate hasty footstepSo I steal, and suffer because I find theeInly flown, and only a fallen featherLeft of my darling.Give me back thy wakening breath, thy ringletsFragrant as the vine of the bean in blossom,And those eyes of violet dusk and daylightUnder sea-water,Eyes too far away, and too full of longing!Yes: and go not heavenward where I lose thee,Go not, go not whither I cannot follow,Being but earthly.Willing swallow poisèd upon my finger,Little wild-wing ever from me escaping,For the care thou art to me, I thy loverLove thee, and fear thee.
MMOVELESS, on the marge of a sunny cornfield,Rapt in sudden revery while thou standest,Like the sheaves, in beautiful Doric yellowClad to the ankle,
M
MOVELESS, on the marge of a sunny cornfield,
Rapt in sudden revery while thou standest,
Like the sheaves, in beautiful Doric yellow
Clad to the ankle,
Oft to thee with delicate hasty footstepSo I steal, and suffer because I find theeInly flown, and only a fallen featherLeft of my darling.
Oft to thee with delicate hasty footstep
So I steal, and suffer because I find thee
Inly flown, and only a fallen feather
Left of my darling.
Give me back thy wakening breath, thy ringletsFragrant as the vine of the bean in blossom,And those eyes of violet dusk and daylightUnder sea-water,
Give me back thy wakening breath, thy ringlets
Fragrant as the vine of the bean in blossom,
And those eyes of violet dusk and daylight
Under sea-water,
Eyes too far away, and too full of longing!Yes: and go not heavenward where I lose thee,Go not, go not whither I cannot follow,Being but earthly.
Eyes too far away, and too full of longing!
Yes: and go not heavenward where I lose thee,
Go not, go not whither I cannot follow,
Being but earthly.
Willing swallow poisèd upon my finger,Little wild-wing ever from me escaping,For the care thou art to me, I thy loverLove thee, and fear thee.
Willing swallow poisèd upon my finger,
Little wild-wing ever from me escaping,
For the care thou art to me, I thy lover
Love thee, and fear thee.