The Queen Heart of my heart, we can not die! Tells us nothing can cease to be; One with the clover that scents the wold, One with the Unknown, far away, One with the stars, when earth grows old.' Heart of my heart, we are one with the wind, 671 One with the clouds that are whirled o'er the lea, One in many, O broken and blind, One as the waves are at one with the sea! Ay! when life seems scattered apart, One, we are one, O heart of my heart, Alfred Noyes [1880-1 THE QUEEN He loves not well whose love is bold! He keeps his state,-keep thou in thine, So shall I bask in light divine, That falls from love's own guiding star; But all my life shall reach its hands Thy eyes shall be the heavenly lights, But thou thyself shall come not down Queen of my heart and queen of love! And I a monarch-at thy feet! William Winter [1836-1917] A LOVER'S ENVY I ENVY every flower that blows And every bird that sings to her, I envy every poet's rhyme That moves her heart at eventime, And every tree that wears for her Its brightest bloom, and bears for her The fruitage of its prime. I envy every Southern night That paves her path with moonbeams white, And in their shadow weaves for her I envy none whose love requires Of her a gift, a task that tires: I only long to live to her, I only ask to give to her All that her heart desires. "My Heart Shall Be Thy Garden" 673 STAR SONG WHEN Sunset flows into golden glows And the breath of the night is new, O tear-wet eye that scans the sky That is my thought of you. And when you wake at the morning's break To rival rose and dew, The star that stays till the leaping rays— That is my thought of you. Ay, though by day they seem away Beyond or cloud or blue, From dawn to night unquenched their light As are my thoughts of you. Robert Underwood Johnson [1853 47 “MY HEART SHALL BE THY GARDEN” My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own, But ah, the birds, the birds! Who shall build bowers For as these come and go, and quit our pine To follow the sweet season, or, new-comers, My heart has thoughts, which, though thine eyes hold mine, With wings that dip beyond the silver seas. Alice Meynell [1853– AT NIGHT HOME, home from the horizon far and clear, Flocks of the memories of the day draw near The dovecote doors of sleep. Oh which are they that come through sweetest light Of all these homing birds? Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight? Your words to me, your words! Alice Meynell [1853 SONG SONG is so old, Love is so new Let me be still And kneel to you. Let me be still And breathe no word, Save what my warm blood Sings unheard. Let my warm blood Sing low of you— Song is so fair, Love is so new! Hermann Hagedorn [1882– "ALL LAST NIGHT" ALL last night I had quiet In a fragrant dream and warm: She had become my Sabbath, I knew the warmth in my dreaming; Was her hair about me, Or else she wore a rose. 675 The Last Word Her hair, I think; for likest No light, nor any speaking; The white Sabbath of her arm. Lascelles Abercrombie [1881 THE LAST WORD WHEN I have folded up this tent And yet whatever house I find O lips-wild roses wet with rain! I lie, the one inhabitant, My hands across my breast, To each frail root beneath the ground I shall impart a fiercer sap- And growing things will lean to me 1 J 1 |