THE EQUINOX
III
She passes by, she passes still
The secret ways of earth ;
She kissed Will Blake beneath the hill,
Robbed Shelley’s heart of mirth.
But I have stopped with love her lips,
And as into my arms she slips,
I clip her close, and take my fill
Of joy to make new birth.
IV
Oh, holloa! holloa! the hills among,
And holloa! down the dale :
I bear a golden lyre full-strung
With heart-strings bright and pale.
I’ve lilies from the fountain-head,
And purple flags and roses red,
And all the songs of Pan have flung
Their fragrance in my tale.
Vv
And but as yesterday it seems
She tripped me as I ran,
And scattering all my half-fledged dreams,
Hailed me a foolish man.
Perchance my dreams shall wing their way
To some such other fool, perfay—
God stop his mouth to still his screams,
And help him if He can!
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