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O mother, I am sick of love, I cannot laugh nor lift my head, My bitter dreams have broken me, I would my love were dead.
"Drink of the draught I brew for thee, Thou shalt have quiet in its stead."
Where is the silver in the rain, Where is the music in the sea, Where is the bird that sang all day To break my heart with melody?
"The night thou badst Love fly away, He hid them all from thee."
The Wayfarer
Love entered in my heart one day, A sad, unwelcome guest; But when he begged that he might stay, I let him wait and rest.
He broke my sleep with sorrowing, And shook my dreams with tears, And when my heart was fain to sing, He stilled its joy with fears.
But now that he has gone his way, I miss the old sweet pain, And sometimes in the night I pray That he may come again.
The Princess in the Tower
The Princess sings:
I am the princess up in the tower And I dream the whole day thro' Of a knight who shall come with a silver spear And a waving plume of blue.
I am the princess up in the tower, And I dream my dreams by day, But sometimes I wake, and my eyes are wet, When the dusk is deep and gray.
For the peasant lovers go by beneath, I hear them laugh and kiss, And I forget my day-dream knight, And long for a love like this.
The Minstrel sings:
I lie beside the princess' tower, So close she cannot see my face, And watch her dreaming all day long, And bending with a lily's grace.
Her cheeks are paler than the moon That sails along a sunny sky, And yet her silent mouth is red Where tender words and kisses lie.
I am a minstrel with a harp, For love of her my songs are sweet, And yet I dare not lift the voice That lies so far beneath her feet.
The Knight sings:
O princess cease your dreams awhile And look adown your tower's gray side-- The princess gazes far away, Nor hears nor heeds the words I cried.
Perchance my heart was overbold, God made her dreams too pure to break, She sees the angels in the air Fly to and fro for Mary's sake.
Farewell, I mount and go my way, --But oh her hair the sun sifts thro'-- The tilts and tourneys wait my spear, I am the Knight of the Plume of Blue.
When Love Was Born
When Love was born I think he lay Right warm on Venus' breast, And whiles he smiled and whiles would play And whiles would take his rest.
But always, folded out of sight, The wings were growing strong That were to bear him off in flight Erelong, erelong.
The Shrine
There is no lord within my heart, Left silent as an empty shrine Where rose and myrtle intertwine, Within a place apart.
No god is there of carven stone To watch with still approving eyes My thoughts like steady incense rise; I dream and weep alone.
But if I keep my altar fair, Some morning I shall lift my head From roses deftly garlanded To find the god is there.
The Blind
The birds are all a-building, They say the world's a-flower, And still I linger lonely Within a barren bower.
I weave a web of fancies Of tears and darkness spun. How shall I sing of sunlight Who never saw the sun?
I hear the pipes a-blowing, But yet I may not dance, I know that Love is passing, I cannot catch his glance.
And if his voice should call me And I with groping dim Should reach his place of calling And stretch my arms to him,
The wind would blow between my hands For Joy that I shall miss, The rain would fall upon my mouth That his will never kiss.
Love Me
Brown-thrush singing all day long In the leaves above me, Take my love this little song, "Love me, love me, love me!"
When he harkens what you say, Bid him, lest he miss me, Leave his work or leave his play, And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!
The Song for Colin
I sang a song at dusking time Beneath the evening star, And Terence left his latest rhyme To answer from afar.
Pierrot laid down his lute to weep, And sighed, "She sings for me," But Colin slept a careless sleep Beneath an apple tree.
Four Winds
"Four winds blowing thro' the sky, You have seen poor maidens die, Tell me then what I shall do That my lover may be true." Said the wind from out the south, "Lay no kiss upon his mouth," And the wind from out the west, "Wound the heart within his breast," And the wind from out the east, "Send him empty from the feast," And the wind from out the north, "In the tempest thrust him forth, When thou art more cruel than he, Then will Love be kind to thee."
Roundel
If he could know my songs are all for him, At silver dawn or in the evening glow, Would he not smile and think it but a whim, If he could know?
Or would his heart rejoice and overflow, As happy brooks that break their icy rim When April's horns along the hillsides blow?
I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim, The god is bitter and will have it so; And yet to-night our fate would seem less grim If he could know.
Dew
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