LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 83
Lingers, and sings not to his fullest yet:
Our love shall get
Such woodland welcome as none ever had
. To make it glad.
Come, it is time, cling closer to my hand.
We understand.
We must go forth together, not to part.
O perfect heart !
O little heart that beats to mine, away
Before the day
Ring out the tocsin for our flight! My ship
Is keen to dip
Her plunging forehead in the silvering sea.
To-morrow we
Shall be so far away, and then to-morrow
Shall shake off sorrow,
And be to-morrow and not change for ever :
No dawn shall sever
The sleepy eyelids of the night, no eve
Shall fall and cleave
- The blue deep eyes of day. Your hand, my queen!
Look down and lean
Your whole weight on me, then leap out, as light
As swallow’s flight,
And race across the shadows of the moon,
And keep the tune
With ringing hoofs across the fiery way.
Your eyes betray .
How eager is your heart, and yet-—O dare
To fashion fair