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AND on her lover's arm she leant,

And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went

In that new world which is the old :

Across the hills, and far away

Beyond their utmost purple rim, And deep into the dying day

The happy princess follow'd him.

'I'd sleep another hundred years,

O love, for such another kiss;'

'O wake for ever, love,' she hears,

And

'O love, 'twas such as this and this.' And o'er them many a sliding star, many a merry wind was borne, And, stream'd thro' many a golden bar, The twilight melted into morn.

'O eyes long laid in happy sleep!'
"O happy sleep, that lightly fled!'
'O happy kiss, that woke thy sleep!'

'O love, thy kiss would wake the dead And o'er them many a flowing range

Of vapour buoy'd the crescent-bark,

And, rapt thro' many a rosy change,
The twilight died into the dark.

'A hundred summers! can it be? And whither goest thou, tell me where ?' 'O seek my father's court with me,

For there are greater wonders there.'

And o'er the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,

Thro' all the world she follow'd him.

EEP on the convent-roof the snows
Are sparkling to the moon:

My breath to heaven like vapour goes:
May my soul follow soon!

The shadows of the convent-towers

Slant down the snowy sward,

Still creeping with the creeping hours

That lead me to my Lord:

Make Thou my spirit pure and clear

As are the frosty skies,

Or this first snowdrop of the year

That in my bosom lies.

As these white robes are soil'd and dark,

To yonder shining ground;

As this pale taper's earthly spark,

To yonder argent round;

So shows my soul before the Lamb,

My spirit before Thee;

So in mine earthly house I am,

To that I hope to be.

Break up the heavens, O Lord! and far,

Thro' all yon starlight keen,

Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star

In raiment white and clean.