Swift through the air thy light wings pass, Young willows droop their garlands green Over the tranquil pool, thy glass Where silver lilies float serene,
O songless bird! The cuckoo sings, Filling the valley with his voice; The larks, on their exultant wings, In the blue deep of skies rejoice.
There is more music in thy flight, Through sun or showers, swift and strong, A creature of the air and light Thou art, the very soul of song.
LIGHT
Hills that are bleak and bare Lit by the light of noon, Grow like a vision rare In radiance of the moon.
So have I seen thy face, Beautiful ever, lit By some informing grace Which all transfigured it.
LOVE'S HOUSE
Build for this little hour A house where Love may sleep, Some tranquil, fragrant bower.