Come out and walk. The last few drops of light Drain silently out of the cloudy blue; The trees are full of the dark-stooping night, The fields are wet with dew.
Still must your hands withhold your loveliness? Is your soul jealous of your body still? The fair white limbs beneath the clouding dress Are such hard forms as you alone could fill...
Who thinks that he possesses His mistress with his kisses Knows neither love nor her. Nor beauty is not his Who seeks it in a kiss: If you would seek for this O seek it otherwhere! ...
Daphne is running, running through the grass, The long stalks whip her ankles as she goes. I saw the nymph, the god, I saw them pass And how a mounting flush of tender rose...
This is the sea. In these uneven walls A wave lies prisoned. Far and far away Outward to ocean, as the slow tide falls, Her sisters through the capes that hold the bay Dancing in lovely liberty recede....
When I grow old they'll come to me and say: Did you then know him in that distant day? Did you speak with him, touch his hand, observe The proud eyes' fire, soft voice and light lips' curve?...
Out of that noise and hurry of large life The river flings me in an idle pool: The waters still go on with stir and strife And sunlit eddies, and the beautiful Tall trees lean down upon the mighty flow,...