SECOND PART
There was a Power in this sweet place,An Eve in this Eden; a ruling graceWhich to the flowers, did they waken or dream,Was as God is to the starry scheme.
There was a Power in this sweet place,An Eve in this Eden; a ruling graceWhich to the flowers, did they waken or dream,Was as God is to the starry scheme.
There was a Power in this sweet place,An Eve in this Eden; a ruling graceWhich to the flowers, did they waken or dream,Was as God is to the starry scheme.
There was a Power in this sweet place,
An Eve in this Eden; a ruling grace
Which to the flowers, did they waken or dream,
Was as God is to the starry scheme.
A Lady, the wonder of her kind,Whose form was upborne by a lovely mindWhich, dilating, had moulded her mien and motionLike a sea-flower unfolded beneath the ocean,
A Lady, the wonder of her kind,Whose form was upborne by a lovely mindWhich, dilating, had moulded her mien and motionLike a sea-flower unfolded beneath the ocean,
A Lady, the wonder of her kind,Whose form was upborne by a lovely mindWhich, dilating, had moulded her mien and motionLike a sea-flower unfolded beneath the ocean,
A Lady, the wonder of her kind,
Whose form was upborne by a lovely mind
Which, dilating, had moulded her mien and motion
Like a sea-flower unfolded beneath the ocean,
Tended the garden from morn to even:And the meteors of that sublunar Heaven,Like the lamps of the air when night walks forth,Laughed round her footsteps up from the Earth!
Tended the garden from morn to even:And the meteors of that sublunar Heaven,Like the lamps of the air when night walks forth,Laughed round her footsteps up from the Earth!
Tended the garden from morn to even:And the meteors of that sublunar Heaven,Like the lamps of the air when night walks forth,Laughed round her footsteps up from the Earth!
Tended the garden from morn to even:
And the meteors of that sublunar Heaven,
Like the lamps of the air when night walks forth,
Laughed round her footsteps up from the Earth!
She had no companion of mortal race,But her tremulous breath and her flushing faceTold, whilst the morn kissed the sleep from her eyes,That her dreams were less slumber than Paradise:
She had no companion of mortal race,But her tremulous breath and her flushing faceTold, whilst the morn kissed the sleep from her eyes,That her dreams were less slumber than Paradise:
She had no companion of mortal race,But her tremulous breath and her flushing faceTold, whilst the morn kissed the sleep from her eyes,That her dreams were less slumber than Paradise:
She had no companion of mortal race,
But her tremulous breath and her flushing face
Told, whilst the morn kissed the sleep from her eyes,
That her dreams were less slumber than Paradise:
As if some bright Spirit for her sweet sakeHad deserted Heaven while the stars were awake,As if yet around her he lingering were,Though the veil of daylight concealed him from her.
As if some bright Spirit for her sweet sakeHad deserted Heaven while the stars were awake,As if yet around her he lingering were,Though the veil of daylight concealed him from her.
As if some bright Spirit for her sweet sakeHad deserted Heaven while the stars were awake,As if yet around her he lingering were,Though the veil of daylight concealed him from her.
As if some bright Spirit for her sweet sake
Had deserted Heaven while the stars were awake,
As if yet around her he lingering were,
Though the veil of daylight concealed him from her.
Her step seemed to pity the grass it prest;You might hear by the heaving of her breast,That the coming and going of the windBrought pleasure there and left passion behind.
Her step seemed to pity the grass it prest;You might hear by the heaving of her breast,That the coming and going of the windBrought pleasure there and left passion behind.
Her step seemed to pity the grass it prest;You might hear by the heaving of her breast,That the coming and going of the windBrought pleasure there and left passion behind.
Her step seemed to pity the grass it prest;
You might hear by the heaving of her breast,
That the coming and going of the wind
Brought pleasure there and left passion behind.
And wherever her airy footstep trod,Her trailing hair from the grassy sodErased its light vestige, with shadowy sweep,Like a sunny storm o’er the dark green deep.
And wherever her airy footstep trod,Her trailing hair from the grassy sodErased its light vestige, with shadowy sweep,Like a sunny storm o’er the dark green deep.
And wherever her airy footstep trod,Her trailing hair from the grassy sodErased its light vestige, with shadowy sweep,Like a sunny storm o’er the dark green deep.
And wherever her airy footstep trod,
Her trailing hair from the grassy sod
Erased its light vestige, with shadowy sweep,
Like a sunny storm o’er the dark green deep.
I doubt not the flowers of that garden sweetRejoiced in the sound of her gentle feet;I doubt not they felt the spirit that cameFrom her glowing fingers through all their frame.
I doubt not the flowers of that garden sweetRejoiced in the sound of her gentle feet;I doubt not they felt the spirit that cameFrom her glowing fingers through all their frame.
I doubt not the flowers of that garden sweetRejoiced in the sound of her gentle feet;I doubt not they felt the spirit that cameFrom her glowing fingers through all their frame.
I doubt not the flowers of that garden sweet
Rejoiced in the sound of her gentle feet;
I doubt not they felt the spirit that came
From her glowing fingers through all their frame.
She sprinkled bright water from the streamOn those that were faint with the sunny beam;And out of the cups of the heavy flowersShe emptied the rain of the thunder showers.
She sprinkled bright water from the streamOn those that were faint with the sunny beam;And out of the cups of the heavy flowersShe emptied the rain of the thunder showers.
She sprinkled bright water from the streamOn those that were faint with the sunny beam;And out of the cups of the heavy flowersShe emptied the rain of the thunder showers.
She sprinkled bright water from the stream
On those that were faint with the sunny beam;
And out of the cups of the heavy flowers
She emptied the rain of the thunder showers.
She lifted their heads with her tender hands,And sustained them with rods and osier bands;If the flowers had been her own infants sheCould never have nursed them more tenderly.
She lifted their heads with her tender hands,And sustained them with rods and osier bands;If the flowers had been her own infants sheCould never have nursed them more tenderly.
She lifted their heads with her tender hands,And sustained them with rods and osier bands;If the flowers had been her own infants sheCould never have nursed them more tenderly.
She lifted their heads with her tender hands,
And sustained them with rods and osier bands;
If the flowers had been her own infants she
Could never have nursed them more tenderly.
And all killing insects and gnawing worms,And things of obscene and unlovely forms,She bore in a basket of Indian woof,Into the rough woods far aloof,
And all killing insects and gnawing worms,And things of obscene and unlovely forms,She bore in a basket of Indian woof,Into the rough woods far aloof,
And all killing insects and gnawing worms,And things of obscene and unlovely forms,She bore in a basket of Indian woof,Into the rough woods far aloof,
And all killing insects and gnawing worms,
And things of obscene and unlovely forms,
She bore in a basket of Indian woof,
Into the rough woods far aloof,
In a basket, of grasses and wild flowers full,The freshest her gentle hands could pullFor the poor banished insects, whose intent,Although they did ill, was innocent.
In a basket, of grasses and wild flowers full,The freshest her gentle hands could pullFor the poor banished insects, whose intent,Although they did ill, was innocent.
In a basket, of grasses and wild flowers full,The freshest her gentle hands could pullFor the poor banished insects, whose intent,Although they did ill, was innocent.
In a basket, of grasses and wild flowers full,
The freshest her gentle hands could pull
For the poor banished insects, whose intent,
Although they did ill, was innocent.
But the bee and the beamlike ephemerisWhose path is the lightning’s, and soft moths that kissThe sweet lips of the flowers, and harm not, did sheMake her attendant angels be.
But the bee and the beamlike ephemerisWhose path is the lightning’s, and soft moths that kissThe sweet lips of the flowers, and harm not, did sheMake her attendant angels be.
But the bee and the beamlike ephemerisWhose path is the lightning’s, and soft moths that kissThe sweet lips of the flowers, and harm not, did sheMake her attendant angels be.
But the bee and the beamlike ephemeris
Whose path is the lightning’s, and soft moths that kiss
The sweet lips of the flowers, and harm not, did she
Make her attendant angels be.
And many an antenatal tomb,Where butterflies dream of the life to come,She left clinging round the smooth and darkEdge of the odorous cedar bark.
And many an antenatal tomb,Where butterflies dream of the life to come,She left clinging round the smooth and darkEdge of the odorous cedar bark.
And many an antenatal tomb,Where butterflies dream of the life to come,She left clinging round the smooth and darkEdge of the odorous cedar bark.
And many an antenatal tomb,
Where butterflies dream of the life to come,
She left clinging round the smooth and dark
Edge of the odorous cedar bark.
This fairest creature from earliest springThus moved through the garden ministeringAll the sweet season of summer tide,And ere the first leaf looked brown—she died!
This fairest creature from earliest springThus moved through the garden ministeringAll the sweet season of summer tide,And ere the first leaf looked brown—she died!
This fairest creature from earliest springThus moved through the garden ministeringAll the sweet season of summer tide,And ere the first leaf looked brown—she died!
This fairest creature from earliest spring
Thus moved through the garden ministering
All the sweet season of summer tide,
And ere the first leaf looked brown—she died!