It seems a year, and more, since last we met, Since roseate spring repaid, in part, its debt To thy bright eyes, and o'er the lowlands fair Made daffodils so like thy golden hair...
O Love! O Lustre of the sunlit earth That knows thy step and revels in the worth Of thy much beauty! Is't thy will anew, Famed as thou art, to marvel that I sue...
I who have sung of love and lady bright And mirth and music and the world's delight, Behold! to-day, I sound a sterner note To move the minds of foemen when they fight.
Ah, fair Lord God of Heaven, to whom we call, - By whom we live, - on whom our hopes are built, - Do Thou, from year to year, e'en as Thou wilt, Control the Realm, but suffer not to fall...
I cannot sing to thee as I would sing If I were quickened like the holy lark With fire from Heaven and sunlight on his wing, Who wakes the world with witcheries of the dark...
The forest flowers are faded all, The winds complain, the snow-flakes fall, El'anore! I turn to thee, as to a bower: - Thou breathest beauty like a flower, Thou smilest like a happy hour,...
The winds have shower'd their rains upon the sod, And flowers and trees have murmur'd as with lips. The very silence has appeal'd to God. In man's behalf, though smitten by His rod,...