CHARISTA MUSING

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,

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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.


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