In girandoles of gladioles The day had kindled flame; And Heaven a door of gold and pearl Unclosed when Morning, like a girl, A red rose twisted in a curl, Down sapphire stairways came....
Love one day, in childish anger, Tired of his divinity, Sick of rapture, sick of languor, Threw his arrows in the sea. Since then Ocean, like a woman, Variable of nature seems:...
Can one resolve and hunt it from one's heart? This love, this god and fiend, that makes a hell Of many a life, in ways no tongue can tell, No mind divine, nor any word impart....
Between the rose's and the canna's crimson, Beneath her window in the night I stand; The jeweled dew hangs little stars, in rims, on The white moonflowers each a spirit hand...
How good it is, when overwrought, To seek the woods and find a thought, That to the soul's attentive sense Delivers much in evidence Of truths for which man long has sought...
When I fare forth to kiss the eyes of Spring, On ways, which arch gold sunbeams and pearl buds Embraced, two whispers we search - wandering By goblin forests and by girlish floods...
The spring may come in her pomp and splendor, And Summer follow with rain and rose, Or Fall lead in that old offender, Winter, close-huddled up in snows: Ever a-South the Love-wind blows...
Thou art the music that I hear in sleep, The poetry that lures me on in dreams; The magic, thou, that holds my thought with themes Of young romance in revery's mystic keep....
To Friendship drink, and then to Love, And last to Loyalty! The first of these were not enough Without the last, through whom we prove That Love is Love, and right enough What Friendship's self may be....
This is the tomboy month of all the year, March, who comes shouting o'er the winter hills, Waking the world with laughter, as she wills, Or wild halloos, a windflower in her ear....