"Her eyelids dropp'd their silken eaves. I breathed upon her eyes "I took the swarming sound of life- The murmurs of the drum and fife "Sometimes I let a sunbeam slip, "A third would glimmer on her neck From head to ancle fine. “Then close and dark my arms I spread, And shadow'd all her restDropt dews upon her golden head, An acorn in her breast. "But in a pet she started up, My little oakling from the cup, “And yet it was a graceful gift- I felt a pang within As when I see the woodman lift "I shook him down because he was The finest on the tree. He lies beside thee on the grass. O kiss him once for me. "O kiss him twice and thrice for me, That have no lips to kiss, For never yet was oak on lea Step deeper yet in herb and fern, This fruit of thine by Love is blest, That but a moment lay Where fairer fruit of Love may rest I kiss it twice, I kiss it thrice, The warmth it thence shall win To riper life may magnetise But thou, while kingdoms overset, May never saw dismember thee, O rock upon thy towery top All grass of silky feather grow And while he sinks or swells The full south-breeze around thee blow The sound of minster bells. The fat earth feed thy branchy root, That under deeply strikes! The northern morning o'er thee shoot, High up, in silver spikes! Nor ever lightning char thy grain, But, rolling as in sleep, Low thunders bring the mellow rain, That makes thee broad and deep! And hear me swear a solemn oath, That only by thy side Will I to Olive plight my troth, And gain her for my bride. And when my marriage morn may fall, And I will work in prose and rhyme, In which the swarthy ringdove sat, And more than England honours that, Wherein the younger Charles abode S LOVE AND DUTY. Or love that never found his earthly close, Not so. If this were thus, if this, indeed, were all, |