[LONGING.]
Through all this summer joy and rest,
Though lying on fair Nature's breast,
There breathes the longing heart's desire,
Would he were here!
The thrill of pain kind Nature feels;
For all the while there o'er me steals
Like holy chimes in midnight air,
"He'll soon be here."
And flowers and trees, vales, hills, and birds
Make haste to echo her glad words,
"He'll soon be here."
[YOUNG LOVE'S MESSAGE.]
Sing too, little bird, what my heart sings to-day.
Dost thou know?—
I'll speak low—
"Oh, I do love him so."
Hold safe, waving grass, in thy rhythmical flow,
What I say,
Till the day
When as sweet new-mown hay
Thou can'st bear it to him in the fragrance loved best.
Thou dost fear?—
Oh, love dear,
How I wish thou wert here!