And over pasture and plough and fallow
My dreams go,
For thy mouth to kiss and thine hands to hallow,
Thine heart to know.
THE FAUN
Kore, O Kore, where art thou fled,
Now that the spring blows white in the land?
Shake out the honeyed locks o’ thine head;
Plunder the lilies that lie to thine hand,
Glistering saffron loved of the bees
Murmuring in them, till shadows grow long
With dew-dropping silence under the trees,
Ere break the voluptuous thrillings of song
From the brown-throated sweet harbourers there
Raptured and grieving under the stars....
THE CUP
Ye mock me, wantons, that I come among you
Drunken, bedecked with garlands
Like a white sacrificial bull.
Laugh then!
So Cypris laughing shakes one petal down
From her rose-braided hair,
Honeyed with kisses, to perfume
The glowing purple that brims up this gold.
Laugh then, and mock, but kiss me! For what man
Would come among you sober? Wise, I come
Borne on Silenus’ ass to praise Eros.